#prayer answered

[the-almighty-official]

boo

AAAH

[zebrasonice]

Prayer Update (pt.3 and Final)

Regarding this prayer request

So my Mom was taken to the hospital. It wasn't kidney stones like we initially thought, but a stone in her gallbladder. She went through surgery this morning to have her gallbladder removed. She's doing fine and currently resting at the hospital. Don't know if she'll be coming home today, probably not, but it's such a huge relief to know she's going to be okay.

I was really worried for her. I just wanted the pain to stop. It was the worst shape I've ever seen her in. But thank you to anybody who sent prayers or kind thoughts to my mom. I'm so grateful. Thank you God that my mom is going to be okay.

[traveler-of-realms]

14 & 17-20 for the oc of your choosing?

Thank you for the ask. Answering this for Kazamir and his reincarnation, Cassandra, as well as their lover Leoric.

How does your OC wish to be seen by other characters?

Kazamir: Cold, detached, wise, powerful. All the qualities that make a good warrior priest.

Cassandra: Reliable, good-natured, rowdy. She wishes to be an adventurer. She wishes for Leoric to see her as her own person, and not as her past self.

Leoric: Reliable, dependable, steadfast. Someone who can weather the storm and come out all the stronger for it.

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story wise?

Kazamir: Must hide his relationship with Leoric, lest he wish to be put to death. He is also killed by Leoric so both of them could have immortality.

Cassandra: Forced to reckon with her past as a bloodthirsty priest. Kazamir's spirit quite literally possesses her and attempts to take over her body.

Leoric: His murder of Kazamir, in a twisted attempt to be together forever. It worked, but it still haunts him. Also, Kazamir's return and the sadistic choice of letting Cassandra die and staying with Kazamir, or killing Kazamir once again.

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

Kazamir: Very cold.

Cassandra: Everyone is a friend.

Leoric: Slow to warm up, but is a good friend once you break his walls down.

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Kazamir: That is not an answer you want, believe me. Your best outcome is a swift death if you anger him.

Cassandra: Screaming, crying, throwing of a plate or two. A very passionate woman, arguments can get heated quickly.

Leoric: Silent. He learned quickly not to voice anger towards Kazamir. Even though Kazamir would never harm him, it is best if Leoric picks his battles with him. Kazamir is a stubborn man.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Kazamir is a very jealous man. No one can have Leoric, and even routine meetings that Leoric must have with other priests in other regions make him uneasy. It tends to manifest as keeping Leoric close, cuddling him and refusing to let him out of his sight.

Cassandra is far less possessive, but she does not like Leoric speaking to others in a flirty manner. She tends to snap at him if she thinks he is being a little too friendly, though Leoric never dreams of leaving her.

Leoric grips tighter onto his partner if they are growing distant. This happened a few times with Kazamir, who was very absorbed in his work many nights. Usually, this meant spending time using Kazamir as a pillow while he finished his paperwork. With Cassandra, it usually means talking to her, and letting her ramble for hours on end about whatever has taken her fancy as of late.

[walkthevalley]

Don't get it twisted ... I'm not **happy.** That happiness is gone. That happy woman from last year is gone. That happy girl who hadn't known the surreal pain of insufferable loss is gone. The happy Chelsea many of you knew before is gone.

The woman that stands here in her place is both broken and hopeful, shattered and whole, sad and smiling. The woman who stands here today is going to be okay. I never wanted to be okay. I wanted to be joyous, fulfilled, exuberant, ecstatic ... but never just "okay." Yet here I am. If I have to be anything, and if that choice is only between being destroyed and okay, then I choose okay. Door number three, labeled happy, is closed. I have to be okay, no matter what. That's what I get for all my love. I get to be "okay." Well ... sigh ... okay then.

The woman standing here in that other girl's place recognizes something that sometimes is the only reason I have to take my next breath. I have a Father whose heart is also broken. He gave me a gift. That gift, despite His best efforts, arrived broken. I couldn't fix it. I couldn't make it better. God knows I tried. And for all my love, my ultimate lesson was that I couldn't fix it because it wasn't my place. It's not within my power. It's not within my authority. Most importantly, it's not within my *ability.*

Imagine you're a parent on Christmas morning (or, for many of you, remember when). Your child opens up the prettiest gift with the biggest bow and the prettiest paper, with your child's very own name on it. Your child opens the gift and sees the picture on the box: it was *exactly* what your child asked for. Of all the other gifts, this is the one that makes your child the happiest, because that was the one at the top of the list. Everything else becomes a bonus. Your child opens the box and gets the toy out, and is playing with it, and it sets your heart on fire to see your child so happy with the gift you gave. Then something happens. The toy breaks. Your child looks at it in disbelief and denies that it's broken, it just must have a screw loose or need "stronger" batteries. You take a second look at the toy and to your dismay, you discover that the break is much worse than you originally thought, and conclude that something must have happened during shipping. The gift you gave your child, which a moment ago made your child so happy, is now making your child cry. Christmas might as well be ruined.

As a parent, you have three options. One: scold your child for crying over a broken toy and point out all the other toys to play with; this toy is broken, throw it away, and get over it. Two: console your child, offer a replacement of something similar, and explain that toys break and we have to let them go, even if it means only getting to play a few moments with it. Three: take the toy, strip it down to its wires, figure out what in Hell went wrong, and fix the toy to be what you intended your child to have; you may also have to explain to your child that whatever is broken may not be fixable, and as much as both your hearts are broken, you may not be able to fix it and give it back; but by God you will do your absolute best.

The Father I've grown to know over recent years is the third example. He gave me a gift intended for my happiness. That gift arrived broken. My Father is able, and capable, and patient, and wise, and oh so willing. But He did teach me that in order for Him to have even a prayer of fixing it, I had ... to let ... it go. Not throw it away and let the garbage truck take it. Not throw it in the fire and lose it forever. I had to *give it over* to my Father. I had to let Him have it. That means I don't get my gift right now. I don't get to enjoy the gift my Father gave me right now. I may not ever see it again, if He cannot fix it ... because some toys refuse to be fixed. For right now, for all intents and purposes ... my gift is gone. I have accepted this.

What I am still having trouble accepting is that I might never get it back. This is what still grieves me. This is what continues to hurt me. This is what brings back those tears. Those few moments, those few precious memories, may be all I ever get of the wonderful, life-fulfilling gift my Father tried to bless me with.

The reason that I can even smile now is that I know my Father is busy trying very hard to fix my blessing. He has reminded me that there are other gifts to be enjoyed, other toys under the tree to be played with so to speak, other pleasant things to take in, **while He works.** The reason I can enjoy other gifts from Him--a job I can enjoy *and* be paid for, another job I can work on my own terms and learn lots of interesting things from, a beautiful car that I am really enjoying driving that is all mine without a payment, a home that shelters me from the outside and two parents who cheer me on (while being expert pains in my ass 😂😘), a best friend I can call the sister I got to choose, a cat that cuddles with me when she knows I don't feel good, a dream career that I *actually* have a shot at, and lots of other things I could list out here. Some of them big boxes in lovely wrapping paper, some of them stocking stuffers ... and even some still under the tree I have no idea even have my name on them yet. Not one of these gifts was ever meant to be a replacement for the one that broke. All of them have always been meant to be mine. They've always had my name on them. He has always looked out for me and wanted me to enjoy all the gifts--every single one of the gifts--He prepared for me. The broken toy was not His fault, but He has made it His problem to try to fix. Why? Because it made His little girl cry.

I still miss the gift that broke. I still sometimes knock on the workshop door and ask if He's fixed it yet. But knowing in my heart of hearts that He IS working on my behalf has allowed me to go back to the rest of the gifts I've unwrapped and enjoy them too. That, my friends, is the definition of peace.

Yes I know He may have to offer me another in its place if that one refuses to be fixed. Yes I know. Yes I know "there are others." Yes I know "that's not the only one." Yes I know I "could find another one just as good" or whatever else. Yes I know. I know. Nobody has to tell me this. But until I heal enough that I can stop viewing others as "back-up" or "replacement" or "second choice," I'm not going shopping. Nobody deserves to be a second choice. See, it's not just about me and what validates me. If validation was all I wanted, I would've cried maybe a day and been out with the very next guy that even smiled in my general direction. Hearts are not to be treated so carelessly. If I don't take my healing seriously, I will do exactly what was done to me ... I will bleed all over someone who didn't cut me, and the cycle of pain will continue. I declare that the cycle of hurting innocent people stops with me. And no amount of "oh you'll find"s and "there will be"s and "well tHe riGhT oNe wiLL..."s can change my mind or my course of action.

That said, while I am still emotionally in the hospital, I am no longer in intensive care staring down the business end of a morgue cabinet, and have been upgraded to a regular room for continued care. I look forward to the day I can walk out of the hospital under my own strength and recognizance. Whether I will vibe with myself for the rest of my life or entertain anyone at any point in the future remains to be seen. I do not know, and this decision is mine alone. Special thanks to the nursing angels who have carried out my 'round-the-clock care, Archangel Raphael the charge nurse, all my loved ones who have monitored me quietly, and the Great Physician Who is always just a breath away.

Your continued good thoughts and healing vibes and loving prayers are appreciated. I think they are working, enabling God to bind up this broken heart. Thank you.

[kandr98]

Finally tod my mom I quit my job. Been holding out for a month bc i didnt want to deal with negativity. And she literally sat and heard my side and for once had nothing negative to add😌🤭

[littlethunderstormm]

we did it! we beat the yuri on ice allegations!!

[fanficmaniatic]

TF one is out or something. Anyways, LOOK AT JAZZ SMILING AT SEEING HIS LITTLE DOOR WINGS FOR THE FIRST TIME!!

[eddis-not-eeddis]

The Lord is unnecessarily gracious to idiots like me.

[the-almighty-official]

Transgenderism.

Based. 10/10 would recommend

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Once he gets a taste you know how it is...

[heliotrope155]

I don't think Dean ever manages to break the "constant prayers" habit after Purgatory. It becomes a thing where he vents at Cas or just automatically does it.

[suspectedtrash]

Angel AU idea:

Lucifer finds Alastor on the precipice of death and revives him, pledging to save his soul from hell and get him to repent for his crimes. (Alastor continues his fabulous murderous lifestyle, but appreciates having an angel by his side attempting/failing to bring him to redemption in the meantime.)

Lucifers' design is from @shungakei

[kaliido-s]

WINGS OF FIRE IS FUCKING BACK

[traveler-of-realms]

would you ever write (or have you written) literary fiction?

Thank you for the ask.

I had to research what this meant. Here is the definition that I found:

“For a general understanding, literary fiction focuses on style, character, and theme over plot—unlike most genre and commercial fiction…. Literary fiction is often slower in its pacing and welcomes readers to take their time in the process; to dawdle in the details. It’s often observational, conflicts arising from the internal, with some aspects of the story still left open in the final pages” (source)

I do not believe that I primarily write literary fiction. Many of my works do not follow that formula. It is not a writing style that I choose consciously. I can see in a story or two where this style would fit perfectly, but I’m not sure if I could accomplish that style without many mistakes. What would I benefit by using this style? What would I potentially lose? Is it conducive to the story that I tell, to slow my pacing and focus on the internal world rather than the external one?

Ultimately, the answers are often ones that push me away from using this writing style. So no, I do not and likely will not use this writing style. At least, not on purpose.

[rainintheevening]

Safely through! They only had to do the minimum to free the blockage, and he's doing great on the other side.

Praise to the Lord the Almighty, the King of creation!

Would appreciate prayer for my honourary nephew. He's in hospital after vomiting for 24 hours, is dehydrated, and had some blood in his vomit. It's possibly food poisoning or a virus, but he has some health history that the doctor is worried about. His name's Levi.

[rrustellar]

Smug cat Uryu

He DID pop off in the new episode, love to see that!