#patten appreciation

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Woso Batmans Appreciation

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void. ── patrick bateman x reader

⟢ WARNINGS: fantasying about violence, sex & murder ・ foul language・sexism・ reader discretion is advised .ᐟ

⟢ TAGS: bateman’s pov・fem!secretary!reader ・“y/n” used i’m so sorry

⟢ WORD COUNT: 1,875

a/n: english is not my first language, but i loved the book & movie sm (might write a part two.)

VOID

I flip through the pages of GQ, my attention divided between an article on the season’s latest must-have suits and the image that keeps surfacing in my mind.

Paul Allen’s assistant. She started working here a few weeks ago, and ever since, I can’t seem to get her out of my head. It’s irritating as hell. She’s not like the women I usually deal with—clones of one another, in varying shades of blonde. This new girl is different.

It’s not like she’s anything special—at least not in the usual sense. I remember watching her, studying the way she fumbles with a stack of papers, fingers trembling slightly. I wonder how they’d feel like wrapped around my cock.

She’s not like the others. Not like Evelyn, with her relentless neediness, or even Jean, who’s dependable but she is, well, Jean. Reliable, dependable, and utterly forgettable.. y/n—there’s something about her that feels different. Unspoiled. Innocent in a way that’s almost laughable in this city, like a virgin lamb wandering into a den of wolves, completely unaware of the danger that surrounds her. And it makes me want to ruin her.

It’s intriguing. It’s also fucking annoying.

I toss the magazine aside, the pages crumpling as they hit the sleek surface of the desk. My eyes drift to the window, where I can see the city stretching out below, a concrete jungle full of meaningless, vapid people.

My reflection stares back at me from the mirrored wall, and I adjust the knot of my Charvet tie, admiring how it complements my gray wool suit by Cerruti 1881. Everything is meticulously in place: my Valentino loafers shine under the soft glow of the overhead lights, and my skin is flawless, practically glowing from the morning routine of an intense workout and the application of a moisturising mask from Jean Paul Gaultier. I run a hand through my slicked-back hair, appreciating the perfection I’ve crafted.

I feel a pang of something—sadness? Anger? No, it’s more like emptiness. A void that no amount of money, no designer suit, no fucking (and later slaughtering) prostitutes can fill. I’ve been feeling it more often lately, especially when I’m alone with my secretary who’s in love with me. She’s always there, always willing to please, but she doesn’t challenge me. She doesn’t excite me. She’s just… there. I pity her, in a way, though I doubt she even realises it.

“Van Patten,” I reply coolly, leaning back in my chair. I feel the leather creak beneath me, a sound that irritates me more than it should.

“Going to Harry’s Bar later?” he asks, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Typical. I stare at him, considering the offer. Harry’s is fine, but the thought of spending the evening listening to these idiots prattle on about which bar serves the coldest martinis or which girl they’re planning to fuck next, makes me want to drive a nail through my skull. Still, there’s a game to be played.

“No,” I say finally, my voice flat. “I have plans.”

Van Patten shrugs, clearly not giving a shit, and turns to leave. But then he stops, his gaze shifting to the hallway behind him. I follow his eyes, and there she is—her, holding a stack of files that looks too heavy for her.

“Oh, by the way, have you seen Allen’s new assistant? McDermott’s been talking about wanting to fuck her her non-stop. I’d like to fuck that pretty little thing too.”

I don’t react outwardly, but inside, I feel a flicker of something—anger, perhaps. Not for her, but for myself. For the fact that I’m letting this get to me. Because I too want to fuck her. “McDermott’s an idiot,” I say coolly, eyes narrowing slightly. “She’s not his type.”

He snorts. “She’s not anyone’s type. Too shy, too pure. She looks like she’d freak out if you even touched her. You know how some guys love that innocent act. Wouldn’t last a day with someone like Bryce or Preston. They’d eat her alive.”

“Get out, Van Patten,”

My thoughts drift to Allen’s last dinner reservation—Dorsia, of course. Bastard. I can’t even get a table there without months of planning, but Paul Allen—stupid, oblivious Paul Allen—walks in like it’s nothing. It makes me want to crush him, to take everything from him. Including her.

Once he’s gone, I stand up and adjust my suit jacket, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles. I step out of my office, my eyes scanning the hallway until I find her.

She is standing near the copier, a stack of files in her arms, her head tilted slightly as she tries to figure out the machine. She isn’t flaunting anything, and yet, she still manages to catch my eye. The black dress she’s wearing is Donna Karan, I’m almost sure, though the cut is a bit too conservative for my taste. It clings to her figure, revealing just enough to pique my interest but not enough to satisfy it. Her shoes, I note with some disappointment, are Manolo Blahnik. Not quite as stylish as something from, say, Azzedine Alaïa— not predictable choice, though not without merit. The impression of someone trying to fit into a world she doesn’t fully understand. Cute.

“y/n,” I say, my voice cutting through the hum of the copier. She jumps slightly, looking up with wide eyes that are both fearful and curious. Interesting.

“Mr. Bateman,” There’s no coyness in her voice, no flirtation. Just that same goddamn innocence. My mind wanders, imagining what it would be like to run a blade across her soft, supple flesh and watch the light fade from those innocent eyes Her skin parting under the sharp edge of a knife, the warmth of her blood spilling out, the sound she would make. But as quickly as the thought comes, it dissipates, leaving me with a hollow emptiness that I can’t quite explain. It’s a thought that would normally excite me, but with her, it feels… wrong. Unnecessary. Maybe even wasteful.

I realise I don’t really want to hurt her. At least not in the way I’ve hurt others. Quite unsettling, I feel… disappointed in myself, as if I’m losing my edge.

“Call me Patrick, or Pat.”

I correct, though I don’t know why. I’ve never cared about what people call me before. I glance down at the papers she’s holding.

“Your boss is not in yet?” I ask, knowing full well he isn’t.

“No, he’s not,” her voice is breathless, carrying a slight tremor—I wonder how my name would sound on her tongue when I’m fucking her. I also wonder what sounds she’d make. Soft kittenish noises, maybe. Doesn’t seem like the type to spew profanity, but one can really tell.

“I’m just trying to get these copies done before he arrives.”

I nod, pretending to care.

“He’s lucky to have an assistant like you,”

A blush spreads across her cheeks, and she stammers out an thank-you, though I barely register it. My focus shifts to the gold chain around her neck—Tiffany. Cheap, sentimental. It doesn't belong here, but it suits her somehow, in that unsophisticated way.

“Though, if I were you, I’d be careful. He’s not exactly known for his discretion.”

“I’m…sorry?”

I smile, she’s taken the bait. “Paul’s habits aren’t exactly… discreet. Let’s just say he’s not very particular about who he spends his nights with. Or what he picks up from them.”

She blinks, the implication sinking in, and I see a flash of something in her eyes—concern, maybe disgust. Good. Let her think about that. It’s too easy to manipulate her, to plant seeds of doubt in that pretty little head of hers. I flash her a smile, one I’ve perfected over years of dealing with people who are far beneath me.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors,” I continue casually, “about what’s going around these days. AIDS is a nasty business. You can never be too careful.”

“But don’t worry,” I add quickly, my tone lighter. “You seem like someone who’s smart enough to avoid trouble.”

She doesn’t respond, just nods slightly, still processing what I’ve said. I can see the effect my words have had on her.

“Did you know,” I say, shifting to something more conversational, “that Ted Bundy once worked at a crisis hotline? Spent his days talking people out of killing themselves. Ironic, isn’t it?”

I don’t expect her to catch the reference—most people don’t. It’s just another way to distance myself from them, to prove my superiority. But then, she surprises me.

“Yes, I read about that,” she says quietly, looking up at me with a mixture of curiosity and something else—understanding, perhaps?

“It’s strange, how someone can seem so… normal, but be so twisted underneath the mask of sanity.”

I pause, taken aback by her response. She got it. She actually understood. For a moment, I feel a flicker of something—something almost like respect. But it’s very fleeting, quickly replaced by the familiar emptiness.

“Exactly,” I reply, my voice smooth as glass. “People are rarely what they seem.”

There’s a brief silence, and I let it linger, watching her as she processes our exchange. I’ve rattled her, but I’ve also piqued her interest. It’s a dangerous combination, one that I’ll need to manage carefully. But I’m feeling bold.

“By the way,” I continue, “I was planning on having dinner at Dorsia tonight. Why don’t you join me?”

She looks up at me, confused, unsure, and I feel a twinge of satisfaction. She’s still trying to figure me out, to understand what I want. It’s amusing, really, how little she knows.

“I don’t know, Mr. Bate– Patrick,” she says, her voice faltering. Her innocence, her reluctance—it’s intoxicating like pure, uncut cocaine.

I smile again, this time more warmly, but it’s just a mask. “Come on, doll. It’s just dinner. Besides, it’s not like your boss will miss you for one night.”

“Okay,” she agrees quietly. There’s that softness in her voice again, that genuine gratitude that I don’t understand.

“Excellent,” I say, satisfied. I turn to leave, but not before giving her one last look. She’s already turned back to the copier, but I know that she’s not thinking about the papers anymore.

She makes me feel… something, though I’m not sure what. It’s frustrating, maddening even. But it also gives me hope. Maybe she’s the key to filling that void. Or maybe she’ll be another disappointment, like the rest. But tonight, at least, she’ll be mine to toy with.

Hopefully that will be enough to stave off the void for a little while longer.

read part ll here

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[issdisgrace]

Heyy! I have a request.

Literally Patrick Bateman x reader. Patrick is lowkey down bad for the reader 😫

IDK BUT IM SO GAY FOR HIM

HIS

WARNINGS: None

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you like this anon. Also thanks for the follow up message telling me it was x male reader. I appreciated that.

I watch as Y/n discusses something with Paul Allen. His hair was neatly gelled back like usual. His black Giorgio Armani suit, crisp and well tailored to his body and his black Christian Louboutin’s shining, no creases or scuff marks on them. The silver Rolex on his left wrist complimenting the 2 silver signet rings on his left pinky and right index, respectively. He looked like a statue of a Greek god, sculpted to perfection. I wonder how sculpted he is underneath his clothes. Patrick stops. He’s your superior. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way. But look at him, he’s gorgeous. God his voice so deep, so smooth, so perfect like a well-tuned baritone violin. The smirk that dances on his lips fitting him perfectly. Oh god, Patrick stops. 

I pull my thoughts from Y/n and back to the conversation at hand.

“So, Bateman heard you got a new business card. Let us see,” Bryce says. 

I pull my silver card case from the inside pocket of my Valentino Couture suit. Flipping the case open, I take a card out and set it down, sliding it across the table.

“Bone and the lettering is something called Silian Rail.”

“Impressive, but not as impressive as this,” Van Patten says sliding his own card across the table. However, before he can say anything further, he is interrupted.

“Bateman, Patrick Bateman, just the man I was looking for.” I know who it is without looking up, Y/n. I can smell his Dior Fahrenheit cologne. It smells of wood and leather with a nice citrus undertone. My heart skips a beat as I look up at him and meet his eyes. “I have an account I want to bring you in on. I’ve heard good things about you. Heres my card so you can call me later and we can discuss the details.” Y/n says, pulling out a sleek ebony card with Cortez lettering in silver from his own silver card case. The card was just as perfect and as gorgeous as him. Grabbing it from him our fingers brush and I feel a shiver go up my spine. Slotting his card away in the inner pocket of my suit jacket. 

“I’ll definitely give you a call.” I say, reaching out for a handshake. 

“Good to hear.” You say reciprocating the handshake. I feel myself getting a little hot under the collar. Now I’m hyper aware of just how close I am to him. This is the closet I managed to get to him since last year’s Christmas party hosted by whoever. His hands are soft, with a slight roughness to them. I wonder what they would feel like around my neck. I quickly shake myself out of that thought. I pull my hand back despite wishing I could continue to hold his hand. Y/n then bids goodbye before leaving. My eyes trail after him, his cologne still lingering in the air and the only thought in my head is how am I going to get into his bed.

[runawaysiren940]

Although anthropomorphic stories and cartoons have existed for quite a long time, the term ‘furry’ was first used in fanzines in the 1980’s, and became widespread by the 1990’s, defined in The Yarth Reviews, a fanzine currently immortalized online, as "the organized appreciation and dissemination of art and prose regarding 'Furries', or fictional mammalian anthropomorphic characters" (Patten). For most furries, this affiliation exists only online, and is centered in internet ‘third spaces’ and private communities, where fursonas and engaging with fanart is most common. Less common, but more visible, are those who engage in real life meet-ups and fursuiting, which is akin to cosplay in terms of the cost of materials and quality of the product. There exists a stigma against those who identify as furries, creating an insular community which both centers around identifying as a furry, as well as an ongoing shame of having this affiliation identified by others. This is because, despite claims to the contrary, being a Furry is overwhelmingly sexual in nature, and straddles a line that brings many uncomfortably close to beastiality, otherwise known as zoophilia. 

Many argue that fiction and reality are separate things, but fail to recognize how fantasy can impact behavior. Research has shown that pornography leads to escalation to maintain the same high, requiring more and more extreme imagery to receive the same result. The claim that pedophiles are less likely to make contact with a child if they use a proxy, be it a child shaped doll, or real or falsified CSM, is false. Pornography, and especially paraphilic pornography, plays a strong role in shaping an individual's sexual identity and behaviors. 

Paraphilias come in clusters, and as reported in, Elbert et al.’s “Child Pornography possession/receipt offenders: developing a forensic profile,  “Meta-analytic research (Babchishin et al., 2015) reported that child pornography offenders have significantly higher paraphilic disorders than other sexual offenders, and the preponderance of this relates to pedophilia. Our profile confirmed the salience of pedophilia, but also shows that the paraphilic repertoire is more complex and also involves transvestic fetishism and pornography addiction. This suggests that the paraphilic drivers of child pornography consumption are not simply driven by sexual attraction to children, but are also related to arousal to cross-dressing that likely reflects uncertainty about the individual’s sexual orientation. For instance, epidemiological research on transvestic fetishism found that same-sex sexual experiences and high pornography use were significant correlates (Långström & Zucker, 2005)” (Elbert et al.). In other words, being into one fetish or paraphilia typically correlates with others; for pedophilia, there is often an overlap with autogynephilia. If this is the case, then it stands to reason that there is an overlap between zoophilia and furry identification. The continued usage of sexual furry content can also be problematic, and fuel this paraphilia, as Elbert reported that “Viewing [child pornography] increases the likelihood of an individual offending. Reasons include that the pornography normalizes and/or legitimizes the sexual interest in minors, as well as that pornography might eventually cease to satisfy the user” (Elbert et al.). 

As defined by Sendler, “Zoophilia is a paraphilia defined as an intense interest in having sexual contact with animals” (Sendler). However, it is commonly reported on as ‘beastiality’, and there have been several high profile cases which keep the topic in the news. In May of 2024, the Sydney Morning Herald reported on the arrest of a man known as ‘Beast Boy’, who published over 500 videos online illustrating “sexual abuse of various animals including dogs, sheep, goats and chickens. One video featured a dead kangaroo” (McSweeney). The same man also was found in possession of child sexual abuse materials. The link between abuse and zoophilia is stronger than that of most paraphilias, as “One study found that nearly one-third (31.6%) of animal sex offenders also sexually offended children and adults” (Graveris). 

It makes sense for those who consider themselves ‘furries’ to be aware of the implications of that identification, but as of recently, many have become more and more open regarding this alignment, as well as with outright acknowledgment of their sexual proclivities.Perhaps those with a sexual attraction to animals have felt emboldened. Animals, after all, cannot talk about their abuse or report it. In Canada, a ruling by the Supreme Court in 2016 found that “Sex acts with animals are legal in Canada, so long as there is no penetration involved” (Garcia). In many countries, beastiality isn’t illegal, especially if harm to the animal cannot be proven. Beastiality porn is illegal in Germany, but sex with animals isn’t; animal brothels exist in Denmark, and are explicitly legal in Finland and Hungary. Meanwhile, 45% of Brazilian men with penile cancer admitted to having sex with animals. Four states in the U.S. have yet to ban it, and Mexico is well known for its donkey shows, where enslaved women are forced to commit beastiality. 

[vintagetvstars]

CLOSED! Preliminary Hot Vintage TV Men List

Alright folks! We have one week left on submissions for the Hot Vintage TV Men's Bracket! As promised here is a list of all the Hot Vintage TV Men who have been submitted and passed our preliminary eligibility checks. There are a handful of guys on this list and one or two not on it that we are currently still debating on so reminder that this list is not final and subject to change.

Currently we have 231 Hot Vintage TV Men!

Also in advance of the competition I'd like to remind anyone submitting propaganda for someone that starred in a show that aired only partially during our timeframe or was under 18 for a part of a shows filming, to please make sure you are only submitting propaganda that is from within our timeframe and when the actor was 18 years or older. This is also just good to keep in mind in general as several people submitted actors for shows that aren't eligible for our tournament either because it was outside our time period or in one case the actor was underaged for the entirety of the show (though many were eligible for other shows they were submitted for). We do our best to screen for these things but sometimes it's hard to tell or it’s a show we don't personally know well enough so we appreciate help from y'all letting us know if you do catch anything.

List below the cut

Preliminary Hot Vintage TV Men List

Dick Van Dyke

Alan Alda

Hugh Laurie

Peter Falk

Adam West

Donnie Wahlberg

Kevin McDonald

Scott Thompson

David Duchovny

Henry Winkler

Leonard Nimoy

Scott Bakula

James Garner

Tom Selleck

Dave Foley

John Astin

Joe Lando

Patrick Troughton

William Shatner

DeForest Kelley

Michael Ontkean

Russell Johnson

Kyle MacLachlan

Bruce McCulloch

William Hopper

George Clooney

Jeffrey Combs

Michael Horse

Mark McKinney

Jensen Ackles

Alejandro Rey

Mitch Pileggi

David Cassidy

Jeremy Brett

Anthony Head

George Takei

David Selby

Rod Serling

Paul Gross

Desi Arnaz

Tom Baker

Richard Dean Anderson

David Keith McCallum

Richard Chamberlain

Charles Shaughnessy

David James Elliot

Vincent Van Patten

Darren E. Burrows

David Hyde Pierce

Randolph Mantooth

Ricardo Montalban

Gene Anthony Ray

William Hartnell

Patrick McGoohan

René Auberjonois

Alexander Siddig

Reece Shearsmith

Michael T. Weiss

William Shockley

Spencer Rochfort

Danny John-Jules

David Hasselhoff

Conner Trinneer

Patrick Stewart

Jonathan Frakes

Paolo Montalban

Scott Patterson

Armin Shimerman

Anthony Andrews

David Schwimmer

Blair Underwood

Sylvester McCoy

Andrew Robinson

Pierce Brosnan

Thorsten Kaye

Anthony Starke

Darren McGavin

Clint Eastwood

Joseph Marcell

Michael Vartan

Richard Ayoade

George Maharis

Michael J. Fox

Dwayne Hickman

John de Lancie

Andre Braugher

Robert Carlyle

Dean Stockwell

Matthew Perry

Robert Fuller

Michael Hurst

Dana Ashbrook

Jonathan Frid

Dirk Benedict

Martin Milner

Demond Wilson

Robert Conrad

Telly Savalas

Peter Davison

Michael Praed

Jason Bateman

David Tennant

Brian Blessed

Miguel Ferrer

Micky Dolenz

Wayne Rogers

Mike Farrell

Michael Dorn

Cesar Romero

Eddie Albert

Nate Richert

Nicholas Lea

Brent Spiner

Dick Gautier

John Corbett

Jeremy Irons

David Suchet

Raymond Burr

LeVar Burton

David Wenham

Clint Walker

Larry Hagman

John Goodman

Matt LeBlanc

Tom Smothers

Erik Estrada

Jeremy Sisto

Colm Meaney

Stephen Fry

Ted Bessell

Ron Perlman

Luke Halpin

Ted Cassidy

Kevin Sorbo

John Cleese

Colin Firth

Colin Baker

Fred Rogers

Ben Browder

Keir Dullea

Randy Boone

Kent McCord

Jimmy Smits

Mark Lenard

Jon Pertwee

Fred Grandy

Mark Hamill

Ted Danson

Adam Brody

Noah Wiley

Eric Close

Lee Majors

Jamie Farr

Tony Danza

Kabir Bedi

Seth Green

Rik Mayall

Hal Linden

Diego Luna

Peter Tork

Sean Bean

Sam Neill

Eric Idle

Ted Lange

John Shea

Ron Glass

Tony Dow

Mr. T

John Hurt

Avery Brooks 

Billy Dee Williams 

James Marsters 

Robert Vaughn 

Kevin Smith 

Davy Jones 

Luke Perry 

Robert Duncan McNeill 

Simon MacCorkindale 

Keith Hamilton Cobb 

Chad Michael Murray 

James Earl Jones 

Bruce Boxleitner 

Timothy Olyphant 

Andreas Katsulas 

Valentine Pelka 

Peter Wingfield 

Sebastian Cabot 

Michael Nesmith 

Timothy Dalton 

Michael Shanks 

Joshua Jackson 

Michael O’Hare 

Robert Beltran 

Simon Williams 

Paul Johannson 

Daniel Dae Kim 

David Boreanaz 

Boris Karloff 

Robert Wagner 

Brandon Quinn  

Walter Koenig 

Richard Hatch 

Christian Kane  

Francis Capra  

Nathan Fillion 

John Forsythe 

Patrick Duffy 

Tony Shalhoub 

Ioan Gruffudd 

Garrett Wang  

Joe Flanigan  

Rider Strong  

Michael Tylo 

Bruce Willis 

Skeet Ulrich  

Jeff Conaway 

Paul McGann 

Scott Cohen 

Mario Lopez  

Martin Kove 

John Stamos 

Judd Hirsch 

Johnny Depp 

Tom Welling 

Matt Bomer 

Grant show 

David Soul  

Bob Crane  

Tim Russ 

Rob Lowe 

Neil Patrick Harris 

[cheerfullycatholic]

Some Pro-Life Information and Resources

The information;

The Pro-Life Movement is against abortion because it ends the life of a living human being in the womb. While many people have biblical reasons for being pro life, the movement acknowledges that it is a scientific fact that life begins at fertilization (aka conception) and we believe that that life shouldn't be taken away, and that human beings have the right to life, from the moment they are conceived. Here is one scientific study that goes over when life begins in the womb, but below are a few short quotes, as well.

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“Human life begins at fertilization, the process during which a male gamete or sperm (spermatozoo developmentn) unites with a female gamete or oocyte (ovum) to form a single cell called a zygote. This highly specialized, totipotent cell marked the beginning of each of us as a unique individual.” “A zygote is the beginning of a new human being (i.e., an embryo).”

Keith L. Moore, The Developing Human: Clinically Oriented Embryology, 7th edition. Philadelphia, PA: Saunders, 2003. pp. 16, 2.

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“The term conception refers to the union of the male and female pronuclear elements of procreation from which a new living being develops. It is synonymous with the terms fecundation, impregnation, and fertilization … The zygote thus formed represents the beginning of a new life.”

J.P. Greenhill and E.A. Freidman. Biological Principles and Modern Practice of Obstetrics. Philadelphia: W.B. Saunders Publishers. 1974 Pages 17 and 23.

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“[The zygote], formed by the union of an oocyte and a sperm, is the beginning of a new human being.”

Keith L. Moore, Before We Are Born: Essentials of Embryology, 7th edition. Philadelphia, PA: Saunders, 2008. p. 2.

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“Almost all higher animals start their lives from a single cell, the fertilized ovum (zygote)… The time of fertilization represents the starting point in the life history, or ontogeny, of the individual.”

Carlson, Bruce M. Patten’s Foundations of Embryology. 6th edition. New York: McGraw-Hill, 1996, p. 3

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The Resources;

We in the Pro-Life Movement acknowledge that one of the reasons why a woman may consider an abortion is because she may, for reasons such as financial difficulties or lack of support from the people in her life, believe she is unable to have a baby. Because of that, we have very many organizations within the movement that offer all kinds of support for pregnant women and their families, all of which are completely free. Here is a list of a few organizations (reblogs with more is highly encouraged and appreciated, especially for international organizations).

Option Line is a good place to find further information and pregnancy centers near you.

Let Them Live offers financial support and has fundraisers going on for different women in need all the time.

Birthright International is another website that offers support, referrals, and information.

Support After Abortion, as the name states, offers support and healing if you've lost a child to abortion. It is a judgement free organization that offers help to both women and men.

This post by no means is a complete list of pro life information or resources, as its purpose is only to be a starting point for understanding the movement. If you have any questions regarding the topic, please feel free to ask.

[brigdh]

I made this! :D I’ve never done any embroidery or cross-stich before, but I think it came out pretty well. 

For other OFMD fans who might want some subtle fanart, this kit is from a company called Hook Line & Tinker, and the patten is called “Kraken and Ship”. This one is expressly designed for first-timers! They have a bunch of other nautical designs as well, including a lighthouse and one that is absolutely the sort of cheesy pun Ed and Stede would appreciate.

[forgaeven]

edit: a young rheowyck

ignoring how he looks like a botched edward cullen, pls appreciate his floral-patten vest <3

[bornforastorm]

i felt very strongly Pete Strickland’s s1 arc was about prioritizing himself— accepting Perry didn’t appreciate (love) him in the way he needed and saying, “Okay I’m not doing this anymore, I have to put myself and my morals and my self respect first.”

AND i stand by that, i do think that’s his arc, and in s2 his arc is deciding he can’t do it. s2 is full of arcs about choosing the common good over self advancement (Perry taking the case at all is an example of this, and his decision to take jail time. see also mateo taking 30 years so rafael can have any adulthood at all) and choosing family over selfishness (again mateo and rafael, paul choosing his family and his community over sticking with perry, perry sticking up teddy’s picture)— and I think pete’s arc is part of that, but instead of choosing what’s best for his wife-and-kids family (his cushy DA’s office job that makes him morally miserable), he chooses to do what’s emotionally right to him, which is doing whatever he can for perry. he chooses perry over everything!!

his “sometimes I get caught up in things and I don’t feel good about it but I do it anyway” applies to Milligan getting him to incriminate Perry, but it also applies to the whole situation. The idea that he should leave Perry (they break up!! they Break Up on della’s porch at the end of s1 and tim van patten said i’m right) was a thing he got caught up in and did anyway. And it’s complicated because Perry asking him to bribe a juror is also an example of this!! he didn’t feel good about it! He weighed his feelings, broke it off, then was so miserable and unsatisfied he went back. Being friends who sometimes drink together is not enough for him, he’s gotta be ensuring perry’s happiness and success at every turn

something something pete prioritized himself and then realized he’s actually happiest with perry no matter what that means, no matter what the consequences are, something something pete’s so in love it’s bad for him

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Elizabeth McCarthy lives in northern Vermont with her husband. She self-published her first poetry chapbook The Old House in 2020, and her second chapbook, Winter Vole was published by Finishing Line Press in 2022. Elizabeth’s poems appear in several magazines and literary reviews such as; The Washington Post, The Main Street Rag, Silver Birch Press, Blue Heron Review and many others. Elizabeth is a member of the Poetry Society of Vermont and an online member of The Lockdown Poets of Aberdeen, Scotland. #poetry #Vermont #nature

PRAISE FOR Hard Feelings by Elizabeth R. McCarthy

Hard Feelings, Elizabeth McCarthy’s second poetry collection, is filled with close observations of birds and other wildlife found in the Vermont countryside. Through metaphor and simile, form and imagination, the poet transforms these observations into the language of poetry. In the title poem, the last wild apples of the season are likened to grudges that linger and ferment, becoming “sour little/hearts that/rot in place.” In “Scuttled Memories,” an extended maritime metaphor evokes the sense of time passing when we leave our grief and regrets “stuck in the wooden hull/of memory.” Yet these are ultimately celebratory poems, full of the joy of discovery, like the old milkweed seeds that “burst open/the pod door — escaping/to whorl and dance/in the autumn sun.”

–Angela Patten, author of The Oriole & the Ovenbird, In Praise of Usefulness and other books.

In Elizabeth McCarthy’s beautiful, new collection, Hard Feelings, we enter a world of sandhill cranes, field crickets, spring peepers, odd cats, and cleansing rain. Present and thankful for ordinary moments, McCarthy shares her deep connection to nature and the whispered wisdom she receives. She speaks to us of her preferred world, “where understanding / is the sunrise.” Reverently hanging items of laundry in the summer sun, McCarthy writes about, “pinning them in silent prayer,” and we experience the day through her appreciative eyes. These are poems that offer solace, even when processing grief. Above all else, these are poems of hope, “for those who / believe in destiny / delivered in the night / of each new month.”

—Cristina M. R. Norcross, Founding Editor of Blue Heron Review; author of The Sound of a Collective Pulse and other titles

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[cto10121]

hi! i was wondering if you’ve seen or listened to the new Vienna production of Rebecca. I’ve only seen it once so I may be misremembering, but it seems like the lyrics to the second Rebecca reprise may have changed a little bit (there’s one line in particular about the house that sounds different). I don’t speak german but I love your translations so I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Thank you so much! So nice that my translations are appreciated.

If you’re talking about the Stuttgart production with Pia Douwes and Christina Patten, then I do know of one major lyric change: The very last mini Rebecca reprise in Act 2 before Danvers burns the whole place down. (Because as far as I can tell the first Second Act reprise is unchanged.)

Honestly, I don’t particularly care for the change. For one thing, the lyrics just feel weaker. The original lyrics had nice imagery of Rebecca “singing” in the night and here Mrs. Danvers just bitches about Rebecca not telling her about her cancer when she ~deserved to know. In the end the rationale just boils down to “make it explicitly gay!” Honestly not necessary.

Also, I feel it’s out of character for Mrs. Danvers to feel “betrayed” by Rebecca not telling her about her cancer or her planned suicide. Book!Danvers explicitly said that Rebecca had told her she would want a quick end by her own hand. She would have immediately understood and not have been surprised on that count (maybe by the fact that Rebecca hid her cancer?). After all, she knows Rebecca best.

For my English version I prefer to just let the actress choose her own interpretation of the character, so I followed the original lyrics in my translation. Also, it’s (ironically) much more romantic than the changed version.

[alotofpockets]

Anna Patten Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed

[riderborn]

✧   ⸻   [  grace van patten,  cis woman,  she / her  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet,  cadet  waverly dunbar, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant !  at  twenty - five years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so warm and selfless. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be callow and paranoid may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of watercolor bruises blossoming against your fair skin from hours in sparring, weeping into your palms after your first kill, the stark contrast of floral scented shampoo and the metallic scent of blood, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. 

I.   BASICS .

full  name.   waverly  rose  dunbar. age.  twenty - five. gender.  cis  woman. pronouns.   she  /  her. current  location.   rider’s  quadrant. status.  single ;  unattached. orientation.   bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.   two  older  brothers. signet.  not  yet  manifested. dragon.  not  yet  bonded. allegiance.   the  rider’s  quadrant.

II.   APPEARANCE .

hair.   golden  hair  that  falls  to  her  collarbones,  typically  worn  in  a  french  braid,  a  tight  ponytail,  or  in  loose  waves. eyes.   the  color  of  dark  chocolate. height.   five  feet  six  inches. scars.   none  yet. relics.   none  yet.

III.   MISCELLANOUS.

position.   first  year.  second  wing,  flame  section,  first  squad  member. strengths.  warm,  selfless,  approachable. weaknesses.  callow,  paranoid,  uncertain. hogwarts  house.   hufflepuff. alignment.  lawful  good. zodiac  sign.   pisces. media  inspirations.   violet  sorrengail  ( fourth  wing ),  beth  greene  ( the  walking  dead ),  lexie  grey  ( greys  anatomy ),  dani  clayton  ( bly  manor ),  missandei  ( game  of  thrones ),  jennifer  jareau  ( criminal  minds ),  primrose  everdeen  ( thg ).

IV.   BIOGRAPHY.

raised  by  a  rider  family,  waverly  always  knew  she  was  destined  to  be  a  rider.  from  a  young  age,  she  watched  with  envy  as  both  her  parents  &  both  her  older  brothers  experienced  the  inexplicable  bond  between  a  dragon  &  its  rider  &  she  always  knew  that  that’s  what  she  wanted.  growing  up,  people  often  told  her  she  should  plan  for  something  else  instead  --  she  was  tender-hearted,  empathetic,  &  soft,  &  everyone  insisted  that  those  qualities  wouldn’t  make  a  good  rider.  in  response,  she  simply  held  her  head  higher,  shutting  them  all  out  &  leaning  on  her  family’s  support  to  chase  her  own  dreams.  she  didn’t  spend  her  childhood  training  to  be  a  rider,  however.  her  interest  in  being  a  rider  is  one  thousand  percent  about  an  insatiable  admiration  &  need  to  appreciate  a  dragon  up  close  &  wanting  to  experience  that  bonding,  &  has  literally  nothing  to  do  with  the  thrill,  the  stakes,  the  gore,  or  the  power  that  comes  with  being  a  rider.  all  of  those  things  are  moreso  the  negatives  in  waverly’s  brain,  the  things  she  has  to  ‘tough  it  out’  through  in  order  to  achieve  her  dreams  of  seeing  the  world  through  the  clouds.  for  that  reason,  much  to  the  quadrant’s  dismay  after  her  two  stellar  rider  brothers  have  passed  through,  waverly  isn’t  much  of  a  fighter  &  has  continuously  come  out  on  the  bottom  in  every  way  that  counts  so  far  in  basgiath.  she  barely  made  it  across  the  parapet,  i  imagine  she  was  one  of  the  last  few,  limbs  trembling  &  collapsed  once  she  got  across...  but  she  still  made  it  !  where  she  lacks  in  brawn,  she  makes  up  for  in  dedication.  she  works  hard  in  her  classes  to  learn  all  she  can  about  being  a  rider,  &  volunteers  at  every  opportunity  to  take  on  more  duties  or  more  learning.  she’s  optimistic  about  it  all,  despite  the  fact  that  she’s  literally....  getting  &  going  to  get  the  crap  pummeled  out  of  her  &  has  a  very  slim  chance  of  survival  but  tbh  she  thinks  the  chance  of  bonding  with  a  dragon  is  worth  it. 

personality - wise,  she’s  like  a  ray  of  sunshine  that  doesn’t  know  when  to  stop.  she’s  like  prim  everdeen  crying  over  that  mean  cat....  &  she  probably  barfs  at  the  things  she  sees  at  basgiath  even  more  than  violet  did  tbh...  but  she’s  also  captain  america  getting  the  shit  kicked  out  of  him  &  then  standing  up  &  being  like  ‘i  could  do  this  all  day !’  even  when  it’s  like  baby  no  you  really  can’t....  she’s  sensitive  but  hides  it,  both  out  of  fear  of  being  targeted  by  other  cadets  &  bc  fake  it  til  you  make  it.  in  the  same  vein,  she  can  be  super  naive  bc  she  just  genuinely  wants  to  see  the  best  in  ppl,  but  is  also  a  Paranoid  Pisces  so  like.  she’s  in  a  constant  dilemma  &  anxious  quite  a  lot  but  yanno  that’s  how  i  like  my  muses :  suffering < 3

V.   WANTED  CONNECTIONS.

other  cadets  who  give  a  found  family  vibe~  people  she  feels...  semi-safe  around

the  rhiannon  to  her  violet,  someone  who  wants  to  show  her  the  ropes  &  help  her  not  seem  so  helpless...  or  simply  can’t  stand  to  see  her  get  her  shit  rocked  lol

corruption  moment...  someone  who  is  kind  of  like  ‘grow  up’.  bad  stuff  happens.  get  used  to  it !  a  little  tough  love  if  you  will

someone  super  protective  over  her  please  please  i  will  give  my  first  born

ppl  to  kind  of  play  with  her  feelings  a  little  bit...  make  her  your  fiddle  &  PLAY  HER

i’d  LOVE  a  professor  who  is  kind  of  helping  her  out  a  little  more  whether  it’s  bc  they  pity  her  or  because  they’re  skeptical  of  whether  she  deserves  to  be  here  or  not

anyone  who  doesn’t  like  her  simply  bc  they  think  she  doesn’t  have  what  it  takes  ( she  probably  doesnt )  or  because  they  just  annoy  each  other...  i  want  someone  to  bring  out  a  meaner  side  to  her

anything  &  everything  else !

[lindaellinger]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Arnie comfort shoes ! See video to appreciate true beauty! Has sparkle! Nwot.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Dual Masks.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZXEyap2 by phantochor “We’re all excited about the opportunities this merger brings,” David said, his tone almost too enthusiastic. “The potential for growth is tremendous.” Paul nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. We’re looking forward to working closely with Wayne Enterprises and contributing to our shared success.” Bruce smiled politely, though he couldn’t shake the feeling of superficiality that seemed to permeate the group. “I appreciate your enthusiasm. We have a lot of work ahead of us, but I’m confident that together we can achieve great things.” Patrick finally spoke, his voice low and measured and void of any emotion — a stark contrast to his peers. “I agree. This merger is a game-changer. We’re all very fortunate to be part of it.” Something was unsettling about the way Patrick said it as if he were reciting lines from a script rather than expressing genuine feelings. Words: 7601, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), American Psycho (2000), American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Patrick Bateman, Timothy Price, Original Male Character(s), Lucius Fox, Evelyn Williams (American Psycho), Jean (American Psycho), Courtney Lawrence, Craig McDermott, David Van Patten, Paul Allen (American Psycho), Kate Kane (DCU), Jim Gordon, Talia al Ghul Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Patrick Bateman/Bruce Wayne, Patrick Bateman/Evelyn Williams, Patrick Bateman/Jean, Patrick Bateman/Courtney Lawrence, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Talia al Ghul, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Psychological Horror, psychopathy, Blood and Gore, Murder, Attempted Murder, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Racism, Discrimination, Internalized Homophobia, Antisemitism, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Protective Bruce Wayne, Protective Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne is Jason Todd's Biological Parent, Bruce Wayne is Tim Drake's Biological Parent, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Descent into Madness, Hallucinations, Drug Use, Damian Wayne is Not Robin, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, One-Sided Attraction, Jason Todd is Robin, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sarcasm, Dark Comedy, Comedy, The Author Regrets Nothing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZXEyap2

[storytimewithnova]

Faded

Sho can't remember what happened to her all she knows is it's raining where she is as well as in her heart she spends time with atsumu he her husband he doesn’t talk the just follow the same patten and then suddenly he disappears this has been on a loop for her

In reality with Atsumu he is sitting next to his wife who is in a coma he feels hopeless with no official idea what to do he talks and sings to her hoping his voice wakes her

With sho's condition worsening each passing day, doctors were running out of options. Atsumu was desperate to find a solution to bring his beloved Sho back to him. He would sit by her bedside, holding her hand and pouring his heart out to her. Every word, every melody, he hoped would reawaken her soul.

Days turned into weeks, and still, Sho remained in her deep slumber. Atsumu's heart ached as he witnessed her fading away before his very eyes. But he couldn't give up on her, not when he loved her with every fiber of his being.

One stormy evening, as the rain poured relentlessly outside, Atsumu noticed a glimmer of recognition in Sho's eyes. It was fleeting, but it gave him a glimpse of hope. Encouraged by this tiny sign, Atsumu held Sho's hand tighter and whispered, "Sho, can you hear me? I know you're in there. Please, come back to me."

As if in response, tears slowly trickled down Sho's cheeks. The sight brought a mixture of relief and worry to Atsumu's heart. He knew that the journey to recovery wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to walk with Sho every step of the way.

Seeking answers, Atsumu tirelessly researched Sho's condition. He stumbled upon a groundbreaking treatment that involved stimulating the brain through music therapy. The therapy aimed to trigger memories and awaken dormant senses in comatose patients.

Without wasting any time, Atsumu approached the doctors about the possibility of implementing the music therapy for Sho. With cautious optimism, they agreed to give it a try.

Together, Atsumu and the medical team carefully curated a playlist of songs that held special meaning to their relationship. Each song was chosen with love, hoping it would stir Sho's soul and guide her back to the world they once shared.

Days turned into weeks, and the music therapy became a part of Sho's daily routine. Atsumu sang alongside her, the notes of their love story intertwining with each melody. At times, it felt as if their hearts were synchronized, beating to the same rhythm.

One fateful day, as Atsumu sang their favorite song, "Faded," Sho's eyelids fluttered open. The room was filled with gasps of astonishment and tears of joy. It felt as if time stood still and all the pain and confusion were washed away.

Sho's eyes met Atsumu's, and in that moment, their love triumphed over the darkness that had consumed her for so long. She reached out, gently touching his cheek, as if reassuring him of her return.

The road to recovery was long and arduous, but Atsumu and Sho faced it hand in hand. They discovered strength in each other's presence and in the power of their love. They embraced every small victory as they rebuilt their life together, no longer trapped in the loop that once consumed them.

Faded memories slowly transformed into a vibrant tapestry of renewed love and hope. Sho and Atsumu appreciated every raindrop that fell from the sky, for it was a reminder of the storms they had weathered and conquered.

As they watched the raindrops dance on their windowpane, Sho whispered, "Thank you for bringing me back. I couldn't imagine a life without you."

Atsumu gently kissed her forehead, his voice filled with gratitude, "I will always be here, my love. Through every storm and sunshine, you are my everything."

And together, in the warmth of their love and the eternal rain of their hearts, they created a story that would never fade away.

Years passed, and the journey of Sho and Atsumu continued to blossom. They cherished every moment together, grateful for the second chance they were given.

Sho's recovery had been miraculous, but their hearts still carried the memories of those dark days. They recognized the fragility of life and vowed to never take each other for granted. Their love grew deeper, fueled by the knowledge that they had overcome the depths of despair and emerged stronger.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Atsumu and Sho embarked on a mission to help others who were trapped in the same cycle of despair that Sho had once experienced. They dedicated their lives to raising awareness for coma patients and advocating for the use of alternative therapies like music therapy.

Their story and their advocacy touched the hearts of many, spreading hope and inspiration to those who needed it most. Atsumu, with his captivating voice, sang at fundraisers and charity events, sharing Sho's miraculous journey and reminding people of the power of love and perseverance.

Sho, on the other hand, became a beacon of hope for patients who were still battling in the realm between consciousness and oblivion. She visited hospitals, holding hands, and offering comfort to those who needed it. Her presence alone was a testament to the possibilities that existed even in the darkest of times.

The couple's unwavering devotion to each other and their cause earned them recognition and awards in the medical community. It brought them fulfillment knowing that they were making a difference in the lives of others, just as their own lives had been profoundly changed.

Through the ups and downs, Sho and Atsumu held onto their love like an anchor. They celebrated the milestones they had conquered, cherishing every raindrop that fell from the sky, for it reminded them of the beauty they had discovered together.

As they stood hand in hand, gazing at a rainbow after a passing storm, Atsumu whispered, "We've come so far, my love."

Sho smiled, her eyes glistening with gratitude. "Yes, but it was our unwavering love that carried us through."

And as the world continued to turn, Atsumu and Sho's love story resonated with countless souls, a testament to the power of resilience, faith, and the unbreakable bond that can guide one back from the depths of darkness.

Together, they etched their names in the fabric of time, a testament to the strength of their love and the enduring legacy they had built. And through it all, their hearts remained intertwined, forever united in the dance of faded memories transformed into a symphony of unwavering love.

One stormy night, as Sho and Atsumu sat by the fireplace, their intertwined fingers spoke volumes of their enduring love. The room was filled with a comforting warmth, yet a sudden chill ran through their spines.

A knock at the door shattered their tranquility, and they exchanged a glance heavy with uncertainty. Atsumu rose from the couch, his heart pounding against his chest, as he cautiously approached the door.

Opening it, he was met with a figure shrouded in darkness. Fear trickled down his spine as he recognized the voice that echoed through the room, a voice he never thought he would hear again.

"You must be wondering why I'm here," the familiar voice drawled, laced with an unsettling coldness. The person emerged from the shadows, revealing a face that mirrored Sho's, but with eyes holding a wicked glint.

It was Sho's twin sister, Aiko, long presumed dead after a tragic accident. Atsumu's heart thudded painfully within his chest, struggling to comprehend the bizarre twist of fate.

"Who...who are you?" Atsumu stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.

"I am Aiko," she replied, a sinister smile curving her lips. "The sister you thought had died."

Sho stood frozen, shock etched across her face. The life she had built with Atsumu—a life reborn from the depths of an unthinkable tragedy—now teetered on the edge of omens and secrets she thought had been buried forever.

Aiko's eyes darted between the two of them, a sinister glimmer reflecting their darkest fears. "I've watched you both from afar, basking in the sickening sweetness of your love story. But it's time for you to pay."

Her voice resonated with a venomous rage, revealing a twisted vendetta that brewed deep within her darkest corners. She had harbored resentment for the life that fortune had handed her sister, while she was left to suffer in the shadows.

"No!" Sho's voice broke free from its paralysis, her protective instincts rushing to the surface. She tried to reason with her sister, to reach the core of the pain that had twisted her soul.

But Aiko's heart had turned into a hardened shell, impervious to the love that once bound them. In a flash, she drew a knife from her coat, glinting malevolently in the dim light of the room.

Atsumu's heart thundered against his ribcage, his veins coursing with adrenaline. With every fiber of his being, he leaped forward, shielding Sho from Aiko's wrath. The knife pierced his flesh, agony painting his face, but his resolve remained unwavering.

Sho's scream ripped through the air, mingling with her anguished pleas. She cradled Atsumu's bleeding body, his life force slowly slipping away.

"I...I love you," Atsumu whispered, his voice strained yet filled with an unbreakable determination. "Protect...our love. Find...happiness."

Through tear-filled eyes, Sho nodded, her heart shattering as she watched the love of her life fade away from her grasp. Determination surged through her veins, fueled by the sacrifice of their love.

In the aftermath of that fateful night, Sho became an embodiment of resilience and vengeance. With every waking moment, she vowed to bring justice to Aiko's twisted actions and ensure that the love they had fought so hard for would not be tainted.

She became an unstoppable force, delving into a world of secrets and deceit to expose the darkness that had consumed her sister's soul. And in that quest for justice, she found the strength to rebuild her shattered heart and to honor the memory of love that had been cut short.

Through her unwavering determination, Sho swept away the cobwebs of tragedy, leaving a legacy of love that would forever be etched in the annals of time. And though her heart would always carry the scars of her tumultuous journey, she vowed to never lose herself again, knowing that the power of her love would reign supreme.

In the end, as the sun pierced through the clouds, Sho stood at Atsumu's grave, her heart filled with bittersweet gratitude. She whispered, her voice carried by the wind, "Our love was tested by darkness, my beloved. But it continues to burn bright, a flame that can never be extinguished."

And as she turned away, her steps resonated with the resolute determination of a woman who had defied the odds, carrying the torch of love, lighting the way for those who had lost their way.