#mircales of Christmas

[frontporchjunkie]

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[pocketsizedq]

AH CHRISTMAS MIRCALE

How ever you spell that word

[darksigns-exe]

The true christmas mircale is my of virtue preorder finally shipping (two months after the initial release of the album)

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

That just sounds like a normal conversation to me XD

Also, you are correct, saints basicalyl have super powers … they are like … small gods … (but dodn‘t say so anywhere near a catholik … )

Because christianity is a monotheism … until you poke at it …

Because there is only one god …

And then there is the thresome of holyness (father, son, hold ghost) which IMHO is alreday cheating but O.K.

And then there is Marian devotion (adoration of the Virgin Mary) which … she isn‘t even part of the holy trinity … so … no very mono … but O.K. …

And then there are all the saints

And I mean ALL the saints …

Like ALL the saints …

there are more then 10 000 sainst …

There are so many saints that in the past every day of the year had a saint and then there where still saints that had to be stuffed in to one day (all Hallows = all the hollies/all the saints)

So insteda of saying a date you coud just sa ythe name of the saint.

SO insteda of the 4th of december you could just say St Barbara and everyone knew which day you meanst

Or insteda of the 6th of decemeber you could say St Nicholas

Hm … kind stuck at Christmas … let‘s do one more

St Johns day insteda of the 24th of June …

Now, not all aints are made equal, there is a hirachie so some have more super powers then others …

Like some can ony do small miracles … like a miracle hat is teh equivalent of one dollar 50 cents …

And some can mae really big miracles … so they are more important and get prayed to more.

Also, saints have speciall responisbilities …

Think, planeteers.

St. barbara for example is responsible for mine workers and artillerie

St Nicholas is responsible for whole countries

(he is the patron saint of russia, croatia, servia etc … )

And he is responsible for sailors, merchants, lawyers, pharmacists, butchers, bakers (hough not kandlestick makers XD) taylor, students, pilgrims, travellers, lovers, people giving birth, children etc …

Very bussy that dude …

Of course there si some overlap seeing as there are so many saints …

And then of couse there are the places teh saints have lived, or where born, or died … or did a mircale …

You can go there and pray …

If you get hta you wnat it is costumary to come back and bring a little scarifice

And what is again the difference between catholics and heathens?

Someone help me real quick … XD

Those Votive offerings can be very expensive … sometimes they are made from siler or even gold …

Like for example you go to a place that promises healing with a … sick heart. And you pray fo a helth one and you get that, you go back and if you can afford it you bring a silver heart as a thank you …

…

And finally saints are still made to this day.

Anyone can become a saint, provided you can prove that he did a miracle and the Vatican officially agnowledges it by canonizing it.

Like they do an official inquier and everything

It‘s liek a whole process and before oyu can become a saint you firts have to become something else that i ma to lazy to look up … but … yeah … itsa process …

SO that is the reason why mother theresa is a saint.

Somebody could proof that she did a miracle …

As you see, catholizism is very very monotheistic … XD

Oh and I forgott that some of the saints are corrupt and some are incorrupt …

Had a dream where I asked someone "so, what exactly is a saint? Do they have superpowers?" And the person gave me a look of horror, so I was like "Sorry for not being Catholic or Christian ever?" and the person hissed, "What about Mother Theresa?" so I was like "Wasn't she a bigoted eugenicist?" and I'm pretty sure the person snorted fire.

Explain that, dream interpretation.

[sprnklersplashes]

trying to manifest a christmas miracle and a negative pcr

[witchycakez]

Day 13: Miracle She's nothing but Star dust and light lol kinda reminds me of the pixie hollow queen lol #traditionalart #color #pencilart #cute #lineart #pencilcolor #oc #mycharacters #kawaii #digitalart #love #baby #fashion #mircale #drawcember #christmas #happyholidays #anime #sweetcember #comics #characterdesign #doodles #animestyle #design #sketches #endsocs https://www.instagram.com/p/CXbs1NjlAAM/?utm_medium=tumblr

[depressed-country-girl]

All I want for Christmas is to be able to get my family and friends a gift...

[brahmenbones]

Doot Doot

*holds you gently*

✨my doot doot ✨

[allskynostars]

i know your soul (i’ll be your home)

And so on today of all days he brings forth the memory of another mid morning, where he sat opposite his beloved in that booth at Pops, the two of them exhausted and just completely worn out by life, when he had made a suggestion. A fleeting thought in the silent dread of knowing where his life was headed. A dream, really.

"I wish we could just go," 

In this reality, that is exactly what they did.

//readona03//

Hallelujah, I have written again! This is something that started as a small idea and kind of went to town on my brain, and here we are. I took the opportunity to write something organic that just flowed, and figured it could double as my secret santa gift, and why not? Sorry it is late, and kind of short, but Merry Christmas sweetness, @strix !! In my (non conspicuous??) asks, you mentioned a love of fluff, and then I also decided to in-cooperate something that relates to you so i took a lyric that fit for a title from the (great, btw, i loved this answer) birdy song that you said was your own personal anthem. :) I hope you enjoy, my love. 

And the rest of you who decide to read any words that fall from my lacking, tired fingers x 

[messymes]

Patti Labelle Christmas disaster

[occult-castiel]

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This is my @destielsecretsanta2020 gift for @eclypseaf!!! The request was open, but bonus points for Miracle being present. So I wrote some post empty rescue fic!

This one honestly gave me a really hard time and I have no idea why. I hope you like it and have has an awesome christmas!

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The portal spits them out in the dungeon.

Dean stumbles out first, a half step ahead of Cas. Human, malleable, and very much alive with one of the little dude's arms draped over Dean's shoulder.

Cas stumbles forward. Dean shoots an arm out in front of him, places a hand firmly against his chest. He maneuvers his other arms under his trenchcoat, grips his side firm.

His skins almost cool to the touch — much too cold to be safe. Not for a human, especially a brand new one.

And what if he's sick? Or gets sick and can't get better? Without his grace, there's a whole new set of worries. A bad flu that gets worse until he's gone, a hunt going wrong, fucking cancer. Heart disease kills pretty much everyone, doesn't it?

He takes a deep breath and focuses on the gentle thud of Cas' heart against his palm.

The last eight months haven't been easy. Not between the alcohol Sam eventually cut him off from, and the hunts getting sparse, and Jack being terrifying and gone until he wasn't.

Cas lulls his head to the side. His inky heart sticks to his forehead, and his blueberry-sweet eyes are unfocused but still manage to catch Dean's.

It's achingly familiar, and he smiles easy. "Hey there, sunshine."

Cas pinches his brows together as his head swims to stay upright. He slurs through some half-baked, nonsense question about coral reef bleaching, and Dean's so relieved he laughs.

Cas smiles at the sound, dazed and feather-light, but the joy is unmistakable.

It's the best thing Dean's ever seen. Fuck, he missed him. Missed him so much he didn't know what to do with himself.

Cas winces — what little help he was giving Dean in holding him up falls. He makes up the difference quick. Weak fingers curl around Dean's wrist.

"Sorry —"

"S'okay. Gonna —" he swallows hard. Tries to shove away the distinct pin-prick in his tear ducts that always means he needs to man the hell up. "Gonna get you to a bed, okay?"

Cas grunts, a pitiful noise that's mostly air and entirely feeble. "Tired."

"Rest then. It ain't far. I gotcha, buddy."

When he nods, his hair brushes Dean's neck.

It's not well thought out. The lack of work and overload of carbs haven't done Dean's muscles any favors. His joints creak and protest every step, but his room isn't far, and he'd be damned before he let's Cas feel like he has to do anything alone this time.

Miracle hops off the bed the moment the door opens.

Dean lays Cas on top of the bunched up blanket. Once he's down, Dean slowly works the trencoast and suit jacket off, his hands careful as they trail across the thin cotton of his shirt.

Cas shivers, and Dean wrestles to tug the blanket out from under him, Miracle nuzzling the side of his leg the whole time.

She's probably hungry. Or just wants attention. He hasn't exactly been available the last couple weeks, too busy with his nose in piles of research. But it all payed off.

Cas grimaces in his sleep, and it twists the cords in Dean's chest. He reaches his hand out and ghosts his fingers across the sweat-stained hair stuck to his skin, gently pushing it to the side.

He'd said it once, not more than a month ago, in the darkness of his room, Miracle tucked as close as he could get her.

He said he loved me, and I — I didn't say it back. But I do. God I do.

Dean trails his hand from his forehead to the flushed pillow of his cheeks. The other knuckles roughly at his eyes and comes back wet.

He has no god damn idea what he wouldve done without Miracle to talk to. Cause he could never get it out to Sam. Not those last moments. Not what Cas really means to him. Always too close to an edge of something larger than any apocalypse they've ever dealt with.

He traces down low enough to brush across Cas' wrist, the pained look still on his face.

Dean swallows, his heart hammers hard in his throat. Timid even though the guy is unconscious, Dean grabs his hand.

His mind blanks. Turns to complete static — a jumble of half-formed thoughts about every reason he ever told himself not to.

He's an angel. The worlds ending. Always ending. He doesn't feel that way. Can't, the equipment for it's not there. It's why he leaves, isn't it? And what the fuck could ever hope to start when it's all always falling apart? When they could fall apart.

Everyone leaves.

A flash of cold prickles down his back, and he tries to takes a deep breath. It goes down ragged. There was something he read once, about picking out a sense.

Cas' breath, slow and steady. The clink of Mircale's claws on the floor. A muted buzz from the florescent lights in the hall.

He breaths again, a little easier. His fingers curls into Cas' palm, and his finger twitch against Dean in response. The dent in his brows relax, his jaw goes slack.

"S'okay Cas." He squeezes. "Just... be okay."

When his phone rings, dumped and forgotten on the other side of the room, he isn't quite sure how to let go. Like the ligaments in his hand have cemented in place, forgotten the muscle memory to make the movements happen.

When the second call comes through, Cas mumbles something. Dean's shoulder slack, and he pulls his hands back, clammy and with a slight tremor.

It's Sam. There's a small tug of guilt — he should've called him the moment he put Cas down. He knows he would've been worried sick if Sam was the one that had to go.

Sam's relieved too, promises to buy stuff for dinner on his way back from where Dean went in the Empty about fifty miles out. And he must hear something in his voice, because he stresses to go watch a movie or something and let Cas sleep it off.

Of course he's right. They knew Cas would be out cold. But leaving the room is still hard, and he lingers in the doorway until he gets a good look at Miracle's mess of tangled fur.

He hasn't brushed her hair, since that's practically what the fur is, in weeks.

"C'mon girl."

He grabs the brush from the bedside table, casts on last look at Cas, and takes Miracle to the TV room.

She hops on the couch next to him, tail thumping with excitement.

"You wanna get pretty to meet Cas later?"

She nuzzles his hand, sticks her nose against the brush, and a little bit of the stress from today lightens up.

He flips on some netflix show about baking food, and talks to Miracle as he starts in on her snout.

It's ritualistic to touch on whatevers going on with her, at this point.

As her fur smooths, he tells her about the Empty. Its piss-poor lighting, the mind boggling way directions work, how it has this awful burnt-licorice and gasoline stench clung to the nothingness of its everything.

It kinda makes his head hurt.

Almost two full episodes in, he has all her fur neat and tidy, and his little monologue has circled back to Cas. She'd know a lot about him if she could talk.

"It's hard to believe he's really back. And — and maybe it'll be good. We could, I dunno, get you a yard?" He nods, smiles. "Yeah, I bet your spoiled ass would like that. The bunker ain't a place for pets."

Miracle leaps from the couch, and someone clears their throat from the door.

Cas stands in the doorway, hunched in on himself. Dark strands of hair twist up in random directions, and the casual clothes Dean left him fit snugly.

He looks... comfortable. Like he slipped into humanity ages ago, not this afternoon.

"Cas."

He tilts his lips up, tight and sheepish. "I see you have a dog now."

"Yeah. Miracle. She uh — she helped me." He motions vaguely to his head. "Might not be batting a hundred up here if not for her."

Cas glances down at her, and the tense smile softens. "I'm very grateful then."

Almost reverent, he scratches the side of her ear.

Dean shakes his head. Blinks. Two things he never thought he'd see side by side mixed with the insanity of the day make none of this seem real.

Deep breath.

"She can — she can be there for you too," Dean says. "If you need it. Dogs are great listeners. Even the Madonna types like this one."

Cas gives a contemplative hum. "They are both blonde."

He puffs a breath of air. It's easy to forget Cas actually knows what he's talking about now, sometimes. Even if he does still miss the point by a mile.

"It was your turn."

Cas raises an eyebrow.

"To, uh, pick a movie." He motions to the seat next to him. "If you want."

Cas runs his bottom lip between his teeth and doesn't look at Dean. Doesn't say anything either. Just nods, walks over, and sinks into the couch.

It's a respectable distance. Close enough Dean would be able to sense him, far enough away they won't touch.

Miracle curls up on the other side of Cas, head flopped on his lap, right next to his balled up hands.

"Is it over?" His voice is small.

Dean doesn't have to ask. "Chuck isn't aproblem anymore." Cas sighs, slinks down bonelessly into the cushions. "We figured it out, took his powers. Jack's fixing up Heaven with it. Says he's gunna do that, find a way to put Amara back together, and then come home."

"Good. I don't think I'm up to fighting standards." He rolls his head to the side. They're close enough Dean can make out each muscle in his neck when he swallows. "You didn't have to save me, Dean. I'd — made peace with that fate."

It's bullshit. It's bullshit and Cas has to know it. He almost tells him a much, but if he can't have that talk now, then he never will.

He licks his lips. It doesn't help the dryness.

"Did you mean it?"

It's a dumb question, but one he needs answered.

Cas doesn't miss a beat. "That and more." The serenity in his words is endearing as it is cutting when he adds, "But we don't have to address it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

It's Dean's turn to melt with relief. "Good — that's good."

Cas winces. "I understand if you'd like some space —"

He starts to stand up, and panic seizes Dean's chest like a vice grip. He grabs his wrist and Cas freezes.

"No! God no. Cas, it — it wasn't supposed to happen like that."

He looks confused, before some amount of understanding smoothes out some of the worried lines in his face. His eyes flick down to Dean's mouth for an instant. "How was it supposed to happen, then?"

"I thought, maybe on a hunt? Or — I don't know. Just... " some place I could say it back.

Its not good enough, saying it without saying it. Cas gave a speech. He saved Dean's life, saved the god damn world. All without knowing.

He shakes his head. Starts again. He had enough practice between thoughts he couldn't shove away and late night pet-therapy. "I thought you knew. Hell, I've been scared everyone knows. And if they did, you did too, right?"

"Subtly isn't always my strongest suit."

He laughs, and it's almost on the wrong side of sane. "Don't I know it."

He can do direct.

Slow enough that Cas has time to pull back, he runs his hand up his arm, cradles it against the back of Cas' neck. He leans across the small distance and kisses him.

It's clumsy and unsure, and Cas places a skittish hand on Dean's side like he's not sure what he's allowed to have even now, but their lips mesh together in a way that feels better than anything he can remember.

When they part, he's not sure either one of them are breathing. And he can't look at Cas, not when he says it. Not yet. So he presses their foreheads together, keeps his eyes fully lidded.

"I don't know how you could think you aren't worth saving. You — you're it for me."

"Dean —"

He shakes his head, and the tips of their noses brush. "I love you more than I know what to do with. You know that right?"

Bewildered, Cas says, "I didn't."

"Yean, well. Now you do."

He scoots back in place, flushed firm against the cushion. Their hands tangle together, and their knees are touching, and it's too much and not enough. But mostly not enough. Dean dares a glance over. Cas is staring at their hands, a pleased smile on his face.

And they're on the same page.

"I think you said something about a yard when I walked in?"

Instead of answering he says, "We should retire. I'm too old for this shit."

"Entirely?"

Dean shrugs. "A hunt here and there wouldn't hurt I guess."

"We'll talk about it later." He reaches over him, grabs the remote. "I think you said it was my turn?"

Dean grins, full and toothy. "Yeah, just no more romcoms, dude. I can only take so many."

Cas nods, curt and serious. "Of course."

He does anyway, and it's the best shitty movie Dean's ever seen.

[ao3feed-birdflash]

by Idontcare1835

Wally asks Dick a very important question.

Words: 1391, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Dick Grayson One-Shots

Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West

Additional Tags: Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Snow

[disneyismymagic]

Some of my lastest frozen merch i recently found! My mom bought me the anna Build figured with clay one at dollar tree yesterday(THEY TONS OF FROZEN 2 MERCH AND LOTS OF IT I gonna look for more soon!) i got frozen puzzle few weeks ago at my local thief store(i found beautiful round ornament but almost bought it) along with my Elsa frozen 2 keyring for my backpack i carry around at mircale legaue a lot. Also found more frozen 2 merch at michaels i couldn't get anna keyring so i went with elsa!

Also included my frozen 2 soundtrack i own(i got it for christmas gift!) Also i own frozen 2 deluxe album on amazon music! Bonus i even bought aurora version of into the unkown on google play music

Here's the albums btw!

Can't you tell frozen makes me happy all the time!

[ao3feed-fierrochase]

Winter Mircales

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/30oymVH

by Starlight_88

Magnus has had a crush on Alex for months. It's December now, and Magnus thinks it's time to confess his feelings. He'll need a miracle though.

Words: 3166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard - Rick Riordan

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Magnus Chase, Alex Fierro, Samirah al-Abbas, Mallory Keen, Halfborn Gunderson, TJ, Blitzen (Magnus Chase), Hearthstone (Magnus Chase), Jack | Sumarbrander, Annabeth Chase

Relationships: Magnus Chase/Alex Fierro

Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, First Kiss, She/Her Pronouns For Alex Fierro, He/Him Pronouns for Alex Fierro, Christmas Presents

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/30oymVH

[robronfic]

baby it’s cold outside by small_bump/@victoriasugden  rating: general audiences status: completed length: 6k summary: anything can happen on christmas eve, even a mircale. robert's kind of banking on it.