#mighty men of valor

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Mighty Men Join David at Ziklag

1 Now these are they that came to David to Ziklag, while he yet kept himself close because of Saul the son of Kish: and they were among the mighty men, his helpers in war. 2 They were armed with bows, and could use both the right hand and the left in slinging stones and in shooting arrows from the bow; they were of Saul's brethren of Benjamin. 3 The chief was Ahiezer, then Joash, the sons of Shemaah the Gibeathite; and Jeziel, and Pelet, the sons of Azmaveth; and Beracah, and Jehu the Anathothite; 4 and Ishmaiah the Gibeonite, a mighty man among the thirty and over the thirty; and Jeremiah, and Jahaziel, and Johanan, and Jozabad the Gederathite; 5 Eluzai, and Jerimoth, and Bealiah, and Shemariah, and Shephatiah the Haruphite; 6 Elkanah, and Isshiah, and Azarel, and Joezer, and Jashobeam, the Korahites; 7 and Joelah, and Zebadiah, the sons of Jeroham of Gedor.

8 And of the Gadites there separated themselves unto David to the hold in the wilderness, mighty men of valour, men trained for war, that could handle shield and spear; whose faces were like the faces of lions, and they were as swift as the roes upon the mountains; 9 Ezer the chief, Obadiah the second, Eliab the third; 10 Mishmannah the fourth; Jeremiah the fifth; 11 Attai the sixth, Eliel the seventh; 12 Johanan the eighth, Elzabad the ninth; 13 Jeremiah the tenth, Machbannai the eleventh. 14 These of the sons of Gad were captains of the host: he that was least was equal to an hundred, and the greatest to a thousand. 15 These are they that went over Jordan in the first month, when it had overflown all its banks; and they put to flight all them of the valleys, both toward the east, and toward the west.

16 And there came of the children of Benjamin and Judah to the hold unto David. 17 And David went out to meet them, and answered and said unto them, If ye be come peaceably unto me to help me, mine heart shall be knit unto you: but if ye be come to betray me to mine adversaries, seeing there is no wrong in mine hands, the God of our fathers look thereon, and rebuke it.

18 Then the spirit came upon Amasai, who was chief of the thirty, and he said, Thine are we, David, and on thy side, thou son of Jesse: peace, peace be unto thee, and peace be to thine helpers; for thy God helpeth thee. Then David received them, and made them captains of the band.

19 Of Manasseh also there fell away some to David, when he came with the Philistines against Saul to battle, but they helped them not: for the lords of the Philistines upon advisement sent him away, saying, He will fall away to his master Saul to the jeopardy of our heads. 20 As he went to Ziklag, there fell to him of Manasseh, Adnah, and Jozabad, and Jediael, and Michael, and Jozabad, and Elihu, and Zillethai, captains of thousands that were of Manasseh. 21 And they helped David against the band of rovers: for they were all mighty men of valour, and were captains in the host. 22 For from day to day there came to David to help him, until it was a great host, like the host of God. — 1 Chronicles 12:1-22 | English Revised Version (ERVB) The English Revised Version of the Holy Bible is in the public domain.   Cross References: Genesis 32:2; Exodus 6:24; Deuteronomy 32:30; Joshua 3:15; Judges 3:10; Judges 3:15; 1 Samuel 16:4; 1 Samuel 22:7; 1 Samuel 27:2; 1 Samuel 29:2-3; 1 Samuel 30:1; 2 Samuel 2:18; 1 Chronicles 8:20; 2 Chronicles 20:14; 2 Chronicles 20:26

[granonine]

Mighty Men of Valor

Joshua 10:5-8. Therefore the five kings of the Amorites, the king of Jerusalem, the king of Hebron, the king of Jarmuth, the king of Lachish, the king of Eglon, gathered themselves together, and went up, they and all their hosts, and encamped before Gibeon, and made war against it. And the men of Gibeon sent unto Joshua to the camp to Gilgal, saying, Slack not thy hand from thy servants; come…

[kdmiller55]

The Army of God

1 Now these are the men who came to David at Ziklag, while he could not move about freely because of Saul the son of Kish. And they were among the mighty men who helped him in war. 2 They were bowmen and could shoot arrows and sling stones with either the right or the left hand; they were Benjaminites, Saul’s kinsmen. 3 The chief was Ahiezer, then Joash, both sons of Shemaah of Gibeah; also…

[ramoth13]

A Message of Hope: Aurë entuluva

For absolutely no particular reason, I felt compelled today,- November 6th of 2024, to write about hope.

There are days when Hope feels foolish; when you have just watched in horror as things that once seemed sturdy and unbreakable, crumble and burn. Whether it is an elvish city or a chosen path, when that happens, Hope feels naive. It feels like that's what lead you here to begin with. It feels like, if you had been more realistic and pessimistic, you wouldn't be so hurt.

For all of the things that Tolkien wrote about, his message of hope was perhaps the most resilient, poignant, and enduring. Few can forget Sam's hopeful message to Frodo:

Yet, today, for many people it may not feel that this is true. I know I often struggle with hope, but today does feel exceptionally difficult (for no particular reason, of course).

Tolkien's most hopeful message, for me, comes from his bleakest story. Húrin's story is one of defeat. Courage sprang alive when high King Fingon and the elves and men fought together against the blackness of Morgoth's reign. The Nirnaeth Arnoediad, or Unnumbered Tears, was a day when victory was close and Turgon, brother of the king, arrived with a mighty host,

"Then When Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: 'Utúlie'n aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatarni, utúlie'n aurë! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!' And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: 'Auta i lómë! The night is passing!' "

They believed that their courage and steadfastness had saved them, that daybreak was soon at hand. Tolkien understood, perhaps better than most, that there was a difference between courage and hope. For courage is what spurs action, brings change, and inspires duty. Courage is what makes the difference when the time has come, just as they continued to fight on against orcish hordes. It was courage that led them into the heart of Angband where the Dark Lord himself sat shaking on his throne. Courage carried them past the gates, but betrayal can cut through courage like a hot-knife through butter. The hill men betrayed the men and elves and the dawning light turned into a simmering dusk.

Darkness had returned.

So, where was the hope?

With the elves slain or fleeing, Húrin, leader of his people fought valiantly to let his people and what was left of his elvish allies escape. Courage did survive the betrayal of the wild men, but only just. And with each swing of his axe he cried out, "Aurë entuluva!" And with each felled enemy, he cried out again, "Aurë entuluva!" Even as his enemies surrounded him, overtook him, and even when taken by the enemy into the dark halls, he cried out for any allies that might hear him, "Aurë entuluva!" It was a promise of hope.

~ "Day will come again!"

Hope is not what makes us act, it is not what leads us to change: hope is what sustains us, what keeps us going when courage has faded and the dark night envelopes us. Húrin held fast to hope when courage and Valor had failed, when the efforts of good people fell short. I do not know what the future holds, bleak as it may seem, but I keep those words near me with every passing hour and in those moments where I feel as though I have been dragged into a dark lord's dungeon, I say those words:

Aurë entuluva!

Day will come again!

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Courage will be needed when the day arrives, but until then, I will cling to hope.

I wish everyone peace and hope. It is the dearest thing I can wish. And remember, Aurë entuluva!

Namárië,

~ Ramoth13

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Bittersteel vs. Bloodraven

The rebellion ended at the Redgrass Field, nigh on a year later: Some have written of the boldness of the men who fought with Daemon, and others of their treason. But for all their valor in the field and their enmity against Daeron, theirs was a lost cause. Daemon and his eldest sons, Aegon and Aemon, were brought down beneath the withering fall of arrows sent by Brynden Rivers and his private guards, the Raven's Teeth. This was followed by Bittersteel's mad charge, with Blackfyre in his hand, as he attempted to rally Daemon's forces. Meeting with Bloodraven in the midst of the charge, a mighty duel ensued, which left Bloodraven blinded in one eye and sent Bittersteel fleeing.

By Jota Saraiva

[aylen-san]

The Curse of the Black Sword

O Túrin Turambar, the fated hero among Elves and Men, whose path was strewn with bloody trails and deafening curses! In the dark forests of Nevrast, beneath the cover of night, he walked like a shadowy prince, burdened by the heavy weight of a destiny he could not escape. His eyes, gleaming like black pearls, carried the depths of pain and unfathomable despair.

Túrin, son of Húrin and Morwen, was born in Dor-lómin, where his father was a mighty warlord. But fate was not kind to his family. Húrin was captured by Melkor, and Túrin and his mother were forced to seek refuge. His heart was forged in the crucible of loss and betrayals, each new trial leaving indelible scars on his soul.

From a young age, Túrin displayed extraordinary strength and bravery. When he came to the Elves in Doriath, King Thingol raised him as his own son. Yet even in this bright kingdom, among wise Elves, Melkor's curse did not leave him. He was surrounded by friends, such as Beleg Cúthalion, but remained alone, as if his heart always sought a lost world.

His sword, Anglachel, forged by the dark Elf Eöl, was like an extension of his very soul: dark, powerful, imbued with a sinister force. In Túrin's hands, it became an instrument of justice and vengeance, its blade thirsting for blood and destruction. When Túrin raised this blade, it seemed as if the very night grasped the light in its hands, ready to consume it entirely.

Túrin took part in many battles, where his valor and fury became legendary. In one such battle, he accidentally killed his friend Beleg, who was trying to free him from Orc captivity. This loss was unbearable for him, and darkness penetrated deeper into his soul. He swore vengeance for his losses, and his hatred for Melkor and his creations grew ever stronger.

In the land of Nargothrond, Túrin found a new home, but even there he could not escape his fate. He led the Elven kingdom and became its protector, but his pride and arrogance led to the fall of Nargothrond at the hands of the dragon Glaurung. In this epic confrontation with the dragon, Túrin demonstrated his true strength and bravery, but the price for this victory was unbearably high.

As Glaurung lay dying, he revealed to Túrin the truth about his sister Niënor, who, unaware of her kinship with Túrin, had fallen in love with him. Deceived by the dragon's spells, she died, unable to bear the knowledge of her origins. Shattered and destroyed by this revelation, Túrin found only one way to escape his fate – to drive his sword into his own heart.

His life, full of suffering and heroism, ended tragically, leaving behind only dark legends and memories of a great but unfortunate hero. His grave, surrounded by black rocks and eternal winds, became a symbol of indomitable will and the tragic fate that had pursued him since birth. Túrin Turambar, the Black Sword, served as a reminder that even the greatest heroes cannot escape their destinies, and that human strength and bravery do not always prevail against the inexorable forces of fate.

[tommypatters]

Ok so this is literally my first time writing anything other than an essay but honestly its criminal that theres not a single dion x male reader fic so i am being the change i want to see in my world ;3

So uh not sure how i do this well uhm tags!

Terence bashing(i love him dont @ me its just the best plot i could think)

slightly possessive reader

bad plot ;3

“ Hunh! Hah! Hyah! “ Grunts and the cold clash of steel resounded within the training grounds of the palace in Oriflamme, two figures locked combat with one of them being driven back relegated to only dodging and parrying in obvious disadvantage, one figure belonged to Terence a dashing man with a gaze of steel and also the second in command of the imperial dragoons and the other being the crown prince of Accordo, [Y/N] Claustra and also the Dominant of water, host of Leviathan and occasionally referred to as the Hydrean

“Come now is this truly all that the mighty vice commander has to offer!?” All that Dion’s little lover has to offer!? As you jumped thrusting your trident towards Terence making the vice commander dodge rolling into the ground in order to evade your furious attack, the ground quaked as you landed your trident in the ground, your hands tightened around the trident in anger as you looked up to your opponent

This wasn’t the first spar you’ve had with the vice commander, in truth you didn’t do this for fun or out of a wish to improve but out of jealousy, ever since you had arrived in Oriflamme you had heard the rumors about the Prince’s “Trusted aide” how’d they would be alone for long periods of time, how he favored, even just thinking about it was enough to make leviathan peak his head in your form, so when you finally met this man the first thing you asked him was to spar you didn’t even know why you did it, perhaps you wanted humiliate him or maybe you just wanted to feel superior to him make Dion notice how much stronger you were not that you’d think the prince was shallow enough to give his affection based solely on physical strength

the truth is you were smitten with him ever since you were boys something always drew you to him whether it was his handsome features or his chivalrous personality that matched those of knights in story books, you were always together exploring the castle, sparring, or out on misadventures in the capital but unfortunately for as much as you would’ve liked to stay a carefree boy you had duties and responsibilities back in Altissia the capital of your kingdom and so the length of time you could stay in the imperial capital in your diplomatic missions slowly shortened and after you both turned 18 you only saw and spoke to Dion a couple of times with the rest being only some letters the two of you exchanged, you never dared to express your feelings to him romantic relationships between two men were not exactly commonplace or looked upon favorably so you bottled your feelings fearful of what his reaction would be

But after you heard the rumors that the prince and Terence the man whom to this moment you had ever only considered as a part of the background as just another soldier with perhaps some special favor as the prince’s friend was actually the prince’s lover well everything came crashing down on you now full of jealousy and fury you gripped your trident as you looked up to the man that had taken your beloved

Terence readied himself defensively positioning his lance, the vice commander was one of great valor and might but even a man of his skill and prowess would be little match against the might of a dominant, you approached him lifting your trident when suddenly a voice ranged out

“Halt!” Both you and Terence looked to the side “Your grace!” the vice commander exclaimed, dropping his weapon and kneeling “Dion” you stated flatly not wanting your voice to betray the vortex of emotions you were feeling just a moment ago, putting your trident to side, you looked at the imperial prince “Prince [Y/N] forgive my intrusion but there’s an important matter of state we haven’t have had the chance to discuss”

“Very well, Vice commander it seems like we’ll have to cut our match short” You looked at the vice commander with disdain “Yes your grace” He replied bowing to you, in some way deep down you felt guilty about your actions you realized he knew almost nothing of you aside from what was publicly known and he was probably confused as to what he did to incur the Hydrean’s wrath or perhaps he just thought you a brute that had no qualms of using his power or abusing his lessers

“Lead the way, your grace,” you said following Dion, the both of you walked in silence along the marble halls of white wyrm castle until you reached a door you recognized to lead to the castle gardens, he opened the doors walking in directly to a table that had a pitcher and two goblets, you saw him pick up the pitcher and serve wine in both of them “Well I have to wonder what sort of “matters of state” would be discussed here, beautiful as it is” Dion walked towards you and raised a cup offering you to take it “In truth there are no “matters of state” to discuss,” he looked at you, you took the cup from his hand “ Forgive me I simply wanted to have a moment with you… Its been a couple of years since we last saw each other, It feels as though we are strangers,” he said in a soft tone

“Come on Dion “Forgive me”? Really? Well I’ll have to agree we are like strangers but only because you treat me as one, I for one remember the mischievous boy who would have us brave the streets of Oriflamme in order to see the performance of a famous bard” you said looking at him with a slight a smile, he chuckled softly “Forgiv-“ you looked at him raising your eyebrows in friendly annoyance, he looked down slightly ashamed smiling at his own over-politeness, you chuckled at him long you tried to bottle up your feelings but now you just couldn’t help but to notice how handsome he was

The two of you would continue to walk around the gardens catching up on the happenings of both your lives, eventually the sun started to set and the both of you were sitting in a clear patch of grass little ways off the path of the gardens, drinking and laughing “Hah says you! do I need to remind you it was whose idea was to sneak out to watch that bard or the time you had us hide in the kitchen to wait for the servants to go because you wanted more cake?” you said smiling taking a sip from your wine “ Well at least I didn’t almost drown myself in a river trying to win a bet!” he jokingly pointed an accusing finger at you “I GENUINELY THOUGHT I COULD BREATHE UNDERWATER!” you exclaimed laughing “Terence had to drag you out and bring you back to land!”

and there it was all the happiness you felt extinguished in an instant, you looked down to your cup your smile fading “ Speaking of which care to tell me what poor Terence has done to incur your wrath? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you “spar” with him” he said still smiling not yet noticing your sudden change, for a split second you felt the worst you’ve ever felt you desperately wanted to bite down your tongue and not say anything but in that split second you lost all control of your emotions and softly blurted out

“He took you away from me” Dion didn’t seem to understand what you meant as he chuckled “it’s true Terence is a dear friend but that doesn’t mean you’re any less dear to me” you looked at the prince wind blowing on his blonde hair, his brown amber eyes looking back, you stopped caring, jealousy had consumed you ever since you stepped back in Oriflamme every night you would think what you could’ve done different what you should’ve done, you stopped caring and dragged your hand up to the prince’s cheek your hand felt as weighty as your trident the world felt like it had slowed down and so you repeated

“He took you away from me” Dion stared at you eyes wide mouth slightly open “Y-YN, I never….” It seemed like he couldn’t finish what he wanted to say, he looked down, and you withdrew your hand “ Forgive me Dion I don’t know what this means to you but whatever it does I swear to you I’ll respect it… Please…. Don’t be afraid to shun me” you said softly “ I know I’m not the most responsible or mature but I promise you I will hold no grudge and both our realms shall continue their relations as usual” you said fully prepared to bear whatever words of disappointment or rejection he would have for you, he looked up at you and you saw his teary eyes

“shun you…?” he put his hand on top of yours “ [Y/N] I’ve long desired to hear you speak words of affection to me…. to feel your arms around me….” he said softly, you didn’t know what this meant and it seemed like he wanted to continue talking but this was enough for you, you put your hand on his cheek and closed the distance between the two of you, you felt his soft lips touch yours, he didn’t back down he kissed you back and you continue kissing until he was laying down on the grass, he put his arms around your neck and you continued kissing for what felt like centuries you couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his soft lips, of the feeling of his hair between your fingers, until you finally withdrew from him he looked up at you with those beautiful piercing eyes of his you could only softly mutter “I love you”

it took me like 5 hours to write this and halfway i redid it cuz it was all gonna lead up to smut and then i realize i suck at writing smut BUT I WANNA DO IT SO BAD CUZC BDHUSGB DHSUBG DION BBY PLS also terence is bae i love him i swear ill write a terence x dion to atone for this monstrosity

[versebyverse]

Yearly Bible Read Through

Prophets

Week 1

Day 1

Joshua 1:1-18 BSB

[1] Now after the death of His servant Moses, the Lord spoke to Joshua son of Nun, Moses’ assistant, saying, [2] “Moses My servant is dead. Now therefore arise, you and all these people, and cross over the Jordan into the land that I am giving to the children of Israel. [3] I have given you every place where the sole of your foot will tread, just as I promised to Moses. [4] Your territory shall extend from the wilderness and Lebanon to the great River Euphrates—all the land of the Hittites—and west as far as the Great Sea. [5] No one shall stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so will I be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you. [6] Be strong and courageous, for you shall give these people the inheritance of the land that I swore to their fathers I would give them. [7] Above all, be strong and very courageous. Be careful to observe all the law that My servant Moses commanded you. Do not turn from it to the right or to the left, so that you may prosper wherever you go. [8] This Book of the Law must not depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. For then you will prosper and succeed in all you do. [9] Have I not commanded you to be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” [10] Then Joshua commanded the officers of the people: [11] “Go through the camp and tell the people, ‘Prepare your provisions, for within three days you will cross the Jordan to go in and take possession of the land that the Lord your God is giving you to possess.’” [12] But to the Reubenites, the Gadites, and the half-tribe of Manasseh, Joshua said, [13] “Remember what Moses the servant of the Lord commanded you when he said, ‘The Lord your God will give you rest, and He will give you this land.’ [14] Your wives, your young children, and your livestock may remain in the land that Moses gave you on this side of the Jordan. But all your mighty men of valor must be armed for battle to cross over ahead of your brothers and help them, [15] until the Lord gives them rest as He has done for you, and your brothers also possess the land that the Lord your God is giving them. Then you may return to the land of your inheritance and take possession of that which Moses the servant of the Lord gave you on the east side of the Jordan.” [16] So they answered Joshua, “Everything you have commanded us we will do, and everywhere you send us we will go. [17] Just as we obeyed Moses in all things, so we will obey you. And may the Lord your God be with you, as He was with Moses. [18] Anyone who rebels against your order and does not obey your words, all that you command him, will be put to death. Above all, be strong and courageous!”

[kovacs-of-courage]

Odd Company

There will be a day, that despite all of Legend’s groveling and pseudo frustration, in which he’ll come to terms with the odd quirks, and frankly bizarre habits of brothers.

Today was not that day.

They were deep within the bowels of a temple, what Legend assumed used to be a place of religious reverence. The crumbling statues, chiseled with their hands clasped together in prayer, which were placed around certain sigils of the golden goddesses gave him that guess, and the biblical-esque commandments that littered the floor. 

They’d decided to split up at the entrance, to cover more ground. The temple was built into the side of a mountain, its entrance made in the bust of a mighty warrior ages past, or maybe ages future?  Legend gave up on trying to tell what timezone they were the moment that Valor tried explaining to him the common history of his era. 

Once inside, Legend offered to handle the higher floors, which got a raised eyebrow from more than a few of his brothers. He typically liked to be in the front seat of whatever danger they might be facing, so the idea that he wanted to head topside, where there’d be less traps and less monsters, stuck out to them. Legend had his reasons, like how most of the locked doors and sealed chambers that these types of temples contained tended to be on lower levels, and the keys to access them tended to be located as far and as annoyingly away as the architects thought possible.

Before he’d gone up the stairs, Traveler volunteered to go with him, if only so he had someone to watch his back. 

Legend appreciated that.

What Legend did not appreciate, was what Traveler was doing now.

“Y’know I’ve heard people say that licking these things lets you commune with the gods, but you have to boil them first.”

Legend, arm deep in a rusty, dusted chest, froze for a moment, if to contemplate what in the golden realms was Traveler talking about. He sprung up from the chest, and turned to see Traveler holding--

Was that a frog?

A luminescent, red spotted frog was held in his friend’s hands. It glowed brighter and hotter than any lantern, Legend could feel the heat radiating off of it’s bumped, textured skin like it was coming from a campfire. He didn’t know how Traveler was holding it, visibly excited no less.

“Let’s not do that, and seco-wait, wait, who says this? Who are you talking about?” Legend asked, more confused than irritated.

Traveler made a pondering hum, thinking over his experiences. He put the frog under his armpit, much like how a student might carry their book bag, counting on both his hands.

“Well there was that old man selling potions outside North Castle, and he told me that right before Zel--Dawn had to detain him on charges of alchemy without a license. That was a shame too, because they were good potio-”. “Oh so the illegal chemist told you, and now licking random animals is fine.” Legend said, cutting him off.

“Don’t get on your high horse here, you catch bees as a hobby, beekeeper boy.” Traveler retorted. “Oh?!? And that’s weirder than the animal licking? Name one other person who says licking frogs is a thing you should do.” Legend exclaimed.

“Fine, I will! There was a pastor in Saria that had them as home medicine for common diseases, and they worked fine.” Traveler said. “So that's a weird pastor, and the illegal potion dealer- fantastic track record.” Legend said.

“So when you meet old men in caves and woods, what they say is “advice” and “tips”, but when I take advice from strangers, it’s bad?” Traveler inquired, a hand on his hip. At this point, Legend’s head was in hands, in disbelief he was having this argument. “Oh Nayr-YES, YES, because I don’t just go with every random hint I’m told! I think critically about it.”

Traveler shook his head, still holding the frog under his other arm, who was strangely content in watching them fight.

“Nope, no, nado pal. You told me that the magic powder in your pouch was from gathering mushrooms in lost woods for a witch, how is that any different from the potion seller, and the frog.” Traveler said.

“Well she didn’t get arrested for one.” Legend shot back.

“How is she going to get arrested if Ganon had driven the royal family, and the actual government, into hiding?” “That’s semantics!” Legend said, crossing his arms.

Traveler didn’t respond, as a set of stomping footfalls up the stairs at the room’s entrance grabbed their attention, they both readied their swords in an instant, preparing for whatever monster had come to check on the noise.

“What are you two TALKING ABOUT”

It wasn’t a monster, and for some reason, Legend wished it was.

Wind stood in the doorway, a scowl painted on his face. 

“We can hear you from the basement, you keep screwing up Twi and Wild’s timing on a puzzle.”

“We thought you two were in danger.”

Legend was unabashed, not turned away by Wind’s anger. He wasn’t leaving this without proving his point, so help him Din.

“Oh Traveler’s is going to be, REAL soon if he goes through with what he was doing.”

Wind whipped to face Traveler, and noticed the frog, and his expression changed to one of sudden realization.

“Oh were you going to lick that? You know you’re supposed to boil them first?” “For the LOVE O-”

[kdmiller55]

The Mighty Men of David

8 These are the names of the mighty men whom David had: Josheb-basshebeth a Tahchemonite; he was chief of the three. He wielded his spear against eight hundred whom he killed at one time. 9 And next to him among the three mighty men was Eleazar the son of Dodo, son of Ahohi. He was with David when they defied the Philistines who were gathered there for battle, and the men of Israel withdrew.…

[theblackbookofarkera]

War Totems of the Star Brave

In the folklore of the red tribes of Hykraelia there are stories of a mighty warrior that descended from the stars to battle a chaotic evil. There are many variations of the myth but all have a core element; the brave taught the people how to make war on their enemies seen and unseen. Among the relics left behind this “star brave” were mighty totems carved from a wood that does not rot. Those totems that still exist are prized artifacts of their tribes and brought out from hiding before great battles. When ritual dances are performed around these totems the warriors are filled with an unshakable valor and protection from the weapons of men and demons.

[skeletood]

New week, new episodes, new thoughts !!

Stolen Valor:

- glad to see the triumphant return of Butthead’s mighty steed

- you’re not girls Butthead??? 🤨 not if i have anything to say about it  ☝️

- also so glad to see Anderson I was wondering what he’d been getting his bad self up to in the universe with old bnb

- Butthead: it was so hot and all these dudes were on your ass- yeah i bet

- LET MY BOY TALK ABOUT THE SHAKE MACHINE STOP INTERUPTING HIM!!!! LET HIM COOK!!!!

- god i love how they still look strange even besides other adults

- GOD I KNOW THIS IS SUCH A NITPICKY THING BUT LIKE!!! WHY IS THE AUDIO QUALITY SO WEIRD BETWEEN EACH LINE TAKE!!! LIKE SOMETIMES MIKE JUDGE SOUNDS LIKE HES RECORDING IN A CLOSET AND OTHER TIMES HE’S LIKE TALKING DIRECTLY INTO MY EAR I HATE IT STOP IT!! I NOTICED IT LAST SEASON TOO!!!

- butthead car salesman moments. id buy one from him, easily. i love how much he gets to talk this segment and he gets to lead a bit for once. like keep up beavis!! you just dont get his genius 

- shut the fuck up he’s not cute you can’t convince me he’s cute i hate this man so god damn much

 - GOOD ON TOM HE GETS SOME KIND OF A REVENGE ON THESE LITTLE BASTARDS FOR ALL THEYVE DONE TO HIM

Breeding Frenzy:

- EASILY the most horrifying episode title, ever i think

- god damn it Butthead you’re part of the problem, backyard breeders like you is what gave us fuck ugly pugs 

- friend of animals beavis :]

- oh my fucking god literally scruffed his ass

- BUTTHEAD WHAT IS THE REASONING i mean i know realistically there is none really BUT JESUS CHRIST STOP SHOVING BEAVIS HEADFIRST INTO HOLES AND THEN LOOKING LIKE A DEMON

- GET HER ASS BUTTHEAD CALL HER AN ASSTH HOLE DO  IT YOU BIG BRAVE BOY

- he’s right, kill the internet its bad for mankind

- new friend!! :DD

aw they gave him a little bowl of nachos and a ball thats so sweet :]

CUTE EPISODES!! Man all of the Old Men episodes have been really good. I don’t  remember seeing if we’re getting any more this season but I really really hope so. I just had a good time watching em and that’s all i can really look for in a good episode of Beavis and Butthead :] 

[albertfinch]

BECOMING THE VOICE OF GOD

As Christians, we are to be "fed and led" to become His voice--fed by the Word and led by the Spirit. There are many lazy people in the Church and, for them, the easiest way to hear God is to be fed by someone who is "close" to God. Unfortunately, this mindset has crept into the Church.

The fact is, the only reason that it is important that we hear God speaking to us is so that we can become a voice ourselves--an expression, NOT an opinion.

The only way that we can be FED and then LED is to feed on God's Word. Jesus said, "Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God." It doesn't say "proceeded," but "proceeds," which is ongoing or present.

The Holy Spirit has to connect with the Word inside of you in order to become a voice and depending on how much of the Word you have inside of you determines the depth of expression.

REVELATION IS THE DISCOVERY OF TRUTH

Many people think that reading the Bible is adequate and that nothing else is required. Although we may grow in knowledge of the Word, our spiritual man doesn't necessarily grow.  Information about the Bible doesn't guarantee revelation of the Spirit.

To become the voice of God, we should read, affirm and meditate on the Word, until the Word is made real (Rhema) to our spirit.

Reading of the word gives of knowledge – the word made real to our spirit gives us understanding (revelation) – once we have understanding, the Holy Spirit gives us the wisdom on how, when, and where to apply the word in any given situation (revelation).  

Following Jesus means we are going to have to HEAR HIS VOICE from the Word made real to our spirit (Rhema), not ONLY FROM PAGES.

The Bible also says, "Your Word is truth." When God gives us truth, it is impossible to communicate the truth without having illumination, which is what the Spirit does with the Word that is inside of you. The discovery of truth is such an exciting experience and yet, for some, it is literally soul-destroying because it usually does not fit into their world view and daily routine.

Becoming the Voice of God requires that you consume the Word.

SEEING THROUGH THE EYES OF THE HOLY SPIRIT

God never promised to lead us by our physical senses or our mental faculties. What we see through the eyes of the Spirit is usually in great contrast to what the natural eyes are telling us.  Our physical senses deceive us and are unreliable.

"And the Lord said to Joshua:  'See!  I have given Jericho into your hand, its king, and the mighty men of valor."' - Joshua 6:2

God was commanding Joshua to SEE THE UNSEEN!  Before he would see Jericho defeated with his physical eyes, he had to see Jericho defeated with his spiritual eyes.  He had to see into the eternal.  It must be tangible in your spirit (Rhema) before it becomes tangible in the natural.

It is seeing into the unseen (eternal) realm where we perceive the will of God for His purpose for our life. Once we see the will of God and what exists from His perspective, we can cross back over and exercise the wisdom the Holy Spirit is giving us.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[goodvibesatpeace]

D-Day's Dawn

As dawn's first blush kissed Normandy's shore,

A mighty armada set its course to war.

Through choppy seas, they braved the raging tide,

Their hearts aflame with purpose, side by side.

Young men, their spirits soaring high,

With trembling hands and steely eye.

From decks of ships, they gazed upon the land,

D-Day's dawn, a pivotal stand.

They stormed the beaches, bullets in their wake,

Through smoke and fire, they fought with eager stake.

Against the might of tyranny's embrace,

They fought for freedom, leaving their trace.

On hallowed sands, they shed their crimson hue,

Their lives a sacrifice, steadfast and true.

Amidst the chaos, a beacon shone bright,

A testament to courage, in the face of night.

Their names emblazoned in history's grand tome,

Heroes of D-Day, forever etched in stone.

They turned the tide of war, with might and grace,

And laid the foundation for a brighter space.

For in the depths of conflict's darkest hour,

They fought for what was right, with steadfast power.

Their sacrifice, a legacy to behold,

A triumph over darkness, a story yet untold.

So let us remember, as the years pass by,

The valor and the heroism under that wartime sky.

D-Day's dawn, a beacon in history's night,

A testament to courage, a fight for what's right.

[macawbre]

[ Essar ] there is only so much dancing one ensnared by the tempest of raging blood can endure. his fabled essence, besieged by turmoil, wails for fervor, whilst the yearning of a weathered sword hand doth twitch vehemently for triumph!

"HOY THERE, HENRY the ACCURSED CROWMAGE, MASTER of MALEFICENCE-!" a dramatic sweep of the cape, followed by an extended hand. fingers splay like the talons of an eagle poised for battle, swiping through the air with ferocity. "i challenge thee to a game most EPIC! though, i must warn you of the MIGHTY POWER that rages within me like white-hot LIGHTNING! will you heed the clarion call of destiny, the summons to a battle most LEGENDARY, where valor shall script our tale for all to bear witness?"

Pfft. "HOY THERE, OW--ODIN the DARK BLOODED FIEND OF YONDER. HOW DOTH..." He paused for a second, tripping over the rapid-fire vocabulary Owain had loaded into his arsenal. His tongue clipped on his front teeth, bearing the heavy consonants with two left feet. "THY... uh... RAGING BLOOD hail?"

Grima below, this guy was a riot every time he came around the bend, nya ha ha! Lissa must have juggled him with a buncha coconuts when he was a wee babe or something. "OKAY! If destiny is calling my name, who am I to DENY it?"

Sprawling his hand over his face, he whipped a full-bellied cackle from behind the shutters. He dropped the "Owain, Dark Lord of Thunderville" theatrics and broke out the good ol' fashioned Henry hilarics. "I'm game if you are!! Don't got a butter knife on me, but I'll take a stab at it!"

Valor didn't suit him, but legends were made from the coat-tails of lesser men, anyhow.

"Sooooo~ What are your humours whispering to ya? I can't imagine it's anything good, hehe."

[dnickels]

I picked up Idylls of the King because Russell's repeated quoting seems pointed (I think the line is dropped more than once, but I could be misremembering) and because Morse is a Tennyson guy, and while it's not my favorite overall I do think its fabulous both as a lens to view the show and a supplement to the text. The quoted line is pretty straightforward:

The old order changeth, yielding place to new

It both describes the social/political upheaval in the background of the series, and serves as a fun little wink at the audience from a writer creating a slick new prequel to an extremely beloved and venerable story. This line in particular is interesting, because its repeated twice-- by Arthur in the first poem, when he's just finished vanquishing the foe and is casting out the old order of barons, demanding they pay tribute to him, and then by Arthur in the last poem as he lays dying, Camelot lost, the kingdom fallen, the shining city undone by human failings.

The parallel with fresh-faced young Morse of the pilot and a defeated, jaded Morse (either of Exeunt of Remorseful Day, your pick) is obvious, but I want to dig into deeper than that-- there's an unspoken cloud hanging over Tennyson's Idylls, one that all the knights understand but never acknowledge: the Arthur's project is untenable, he sets standards for his knights that are impossible to live up to, he lives in a fantasy world and can't see the 'sins' going on under his very nose. Through that lens, we can see Morse's naive crusade against corruption as beautiful and doomed as a lost Camelot. Sir you are in a 1960s police force, perhaps the most venal and corrupt institution there is! The labor AND the wounds are vain!

I do think there's a level of intention, and its not a line quoted by chance (Thursday spends his last episode musing on The Lays of Ancient Rome, a key text of a certain kind of ideology we're about to discuss), Morse raising himself on high Victorian and Edwardian poems about heroic self-sacrifice, stainless knights, valor, stalwart righteousness etc despite the fact that everyone who genuinely believed in those ideals was killed on the Somme in 1916 (anyone who survived quickly jettisoned anything to do with Knights in Shining Armor) really fills in the picture of why he's Like That. I would absolutely describe Morse as chivalrous, with both positive and negative connotations-- he loves damsels, but cannot understand (or, as he gets older, tolerate) women who refuse to wait in a tower to be saved. He makes these impossible demands of himself, and its very noble, but he's vicious when other people fail to live up to the versions he's dreamed up in his head-- and most of the time, they're puzzled as to why he ever believed that highly of them in the first place. He is gracious, courteous, respectful but also fussy, hidebound, quick to judge. He's constructed this beautiful worldview that was antiquated ten years before he was born, much less at the height of the swinging 60s, and he's constantly being blindsided by the bare facts of the times he lives in (o tempora o mores etc). The old order changeth...and Morse gets left behind.

Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere: “Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world, And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.”