#so devoted it corrupts

[sashisuse]

there is fire in my veins.

[snail-noodle]

imagine falling in love with the virtue of knowledge 🥺💖

[h-doodles]

And our love is here || A webweave studying MC's part in Miranda/MC themes :)

[izloveshorses]

on va voir. if you even care.

[starscr0ss]

im thinking about celestia and the abyss being literal opposites (chaos and order) and im thinking about childe and lumine being sort of embodiments of that, just not in the way we think. after the latest natlan quest its clear to us what the fatui intends and what they want- i think the tsaritsa more than anything loves humanity, which is why she directly opposes celestia who are known for bringing down different civilizations. childe, as Her weapon and Her blade is an extenction of that: he's a blade forged by the abyss, bathed in Her holyness, meant to strike down those who sin. lumine (talking solely about traveler lumine) is the literal sister of the prince of the abyss, she has clear ties to it and at this point in the story still is hesitant about fully opposing him (i love angst). her entire story revolves around chaose and disrupting celestia's (and the fatui's) order. isnt that fun

i think what childe longs for the most is control- control of himself, his life, his powers, his story, his fate. i think what lumine wants the most is freedom, which is just another phacet of chaos

anyways. you see it. the themes are theming

[itsalwaysforyou]

hold me together.

kenny ortega, descendants 2 / holly black, red glove / nicole homer, underbelly / ada limon, a new national anthem / k c cramm, christmas eve forever / kenny ortega, descendants 3 / the crane wives, curses / silas denver melvin, let dead dogs lie / natalie wee, least of all

[venic-of-paper]

Hineni, my Lord

The Hebrew word Hineni (הנני), means “Here I am!” but it is a statement more than a simple "Here!" It is a way of expressing readiness to give oneself, an offer of total availability. In the Book of Isaiah, the prophet eagerly responds to God's call: And I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ Then I said, ‘Here am I (hineni)! Send me.’ Isaiah 6:8 When God tested Abraham's faith, asking him to sacrifice his only son he answered. Some time later, God tested Abraham’s faith. “Abraham!” God called. “Yes,” he replied. “Hineni! (Here I am)”. Genesis 22:1, NLT. The phrase often appears in pivotal moments when profound change is about to take place in the lives of those responding to God.

The Lamb takes off their collar, offering their neck, bowing before the One Who Waits, ready to give their life for his freedom.

[raayllum]

me sitting here watching tdp like what's up with the fucking tree man!!

[storywestistrash]

look at my emo haiku i had to write for my creative writing class

[miraclemioart]

the most wonderful wifeguy who goes morally bankrupt after she's gone

[kami-kun1003]

what if Silver was the unhinged one

[azuresquirrel]

The gif from that Mercury witch show has tempted me. What service is it on? 👀 Want to try and sell it any more on your blog cause I'd love to hear it. Ngl, 'toxic milfs' is very promising 😂😂

only saying its on Crunchyroll to cover my ass, but since the whole thing of them acquiring Funimation and other competitors, price gouging, now just purging titles from their services right after said price gouging, I will suggest that most places you can find anime online for a *wink* discount *wink* you can easily find Witch From Mercury on there.

real reason I'm answering is to make sure that the first episode is you watch is "episode zero" - it was an episode released a few months before the "official" premiere of the show but it fully is the actual First Episode of the show - if you miss it things will get REAL confusing.

it continues the fine tradition of Gundam series ultimately being about how WAR IS BAD and ECONOMICS SUPPORTING WAR IS BAD and does so in a way that I think resonates with people now more easily than 70s Gundam with its modern sensibilities. While it is Lesbian Gundam, which is what drew me to it first, it is also more than that. Season two is clear that production/episode order messed with the storytelling plans and comes off more rushed but when it hits it HITS.

and let me tell you, that MILF sure IS toxic

[dottores]

crying hysterically i have such a good fic idea for post-cataclysm teyvat but i just dont have enough time for another series rn

[harleyacoincidence]

Writing Share Tag Game

I was tagged by @illarian-rambling to share some of my writing from one of my WIPs.

Tagging (with no pressure): @galactic-mystics-writes @dyrewrites @the-down-upside-finch @cafeforwriters @the-ellia-west and anyone who would like to join!

Here's another snippet from LCFL (can you tell which of my WIPs is my favourite?), which serves as the prelude for a fight between a child and a god who has beef with her:

The moon and the stars shone clearly in the night sky, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of premonition. The wind brushed by, begging me not to fall asleep. I had been having nightmares for a long while, yet something told me that this next one wouldn’t be what I was used to in the slightest. I tried to steady my breath, preparing to pull my first all-nighter since sophomore year of high school. I had forgotten how difficult staying up for an entire night had been. I’d only done it once, mostly because of a history test I had forgotten to study for. It had only been about half an hour, and I was already exhausted. My eyelids were ten times heavier than normal, and my entire body felt like it was half submerged in some sort of jelly. Sleep was a warrior, and I was losing the battle. Little did I know that the war against such a simple bodily need wouldn’t be the only one I’d have to fight that night. Without warning, I noticed that the celestial objects that had once inhabited the sky were gone. It immediately dawned on me that something was terribly wrong. Things like that don’t just disappear within a moment’s notice. The next thing I knew, I was being sucked through some sort of vortex. I screamed as I fell, then within a few seconds landed on a patch of well-kept grass. The vortex above me, which I discovered to be purple, promptly closed. I was met with a view that certainly commanded attention. Before me was the most magnificent fortress I’d ever seen. It reminded me of a Scottish castle I’d seen in a textbook once. And that, dear reader, was the worst thing it could have possibly been. I would rather see the apocalypse occurring right before my very eyes than that. There was only one reason I’d see buildings like this, and I’d stolen something from him. He watched me do it, of course he was angry! I had been so scared when I’d done it, but I had to. He wasn’t himself anymore. He was angry, vengeful. I couldn’t let him keep such a weapon in good conscience. I clutched my his the sword tightly. It was my lifeline. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make do without it. If he could warp my imagination and control time itself, this was more than just another nightmare. I wished Hemlock was there. Surely he could do something about my situation. He always knows what to do. With a flash of purple light, he appeared in the distance, sword in hand. I felt my chest tighten uncomfortably, like the first time I had tried to put on a lifejacket, and forgot to adjust it. I felt my hands begin to shake, and I couldn’t stop them no matter how much I squeezed them around the sword. I stayed frozen as he made his slow approach, moving as if he was floating just over the ground. His blade glinted as he drew closer, about fifty feet away from my position. Every part of me screamed to run, but my legs just wouldn’t. I was forced to watch his agonizing stride, knowing he was merely delaying my inevitable demise. I allowed myself a shaky inhale as I glanced down at the weapon in my hand. It had changed miraculously within just a few moments. A live rose had grown on the rain guard, or chappe, as I had heard it called, with a thorny vine wrapping around the hilt and curling around the tip. The vine shifted as I gripped it differently, as if accommodating my hand so it wouldn’t have thorns stuck in it. How thoughtful of the sword.

[mystery-salad]

puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in situations puts her in s-

babygirl is just so corruptible with the devotion to protecting her homelands from an impending civil war

[designedparadigm]

   priesthood  -  the  only  logical  choice  left  for  a  medically  discharged  devoted  soldier  boy.  john  mactavish  has  been  devoted  his  whole  life.  been  raised  catholic,  been  told  god  loves  him  that  he  was  made  the  way  he  was  because  it  was  intended.  everything  he  went  through,  every  struggle,  even  figuring  himself  out  -  those  were  the  challenges  god  laid  out.  to  show  him  how  to  grow  faith.  god  always  at  his  side,  as  was  his  family.  he  stayed  strong  in  his  faith,  in  his  thoughts.  knowing  he  walked  the  path  set  out  for  him,  that  it  was  strengthening  him,  making  him  the  person  god  imagined  for  him.  he's  sure  of  it. 

   though  in  the  middle  of  the  battlefield,  men  and  women  dying,  the  screaming,  the  crying  -  watching  the  fallout.  he  has  his  first  crisis  of  faith.  how  is  this  gods  plan?  how  can  he  love  them  and  allow  them  to  suffer?  was  this  right?  he  loses  his  way  -  and  he  loses  his  position  in  the  army  for  it.  a  medical  discharge,  sent  home,  tail  between  his  legs.  devotion  that  went  unseen,  unanswered,  unappreciated.  used  up,  tossed  to  the  side. 

   that  couldn't  be  how  his  life  was  to  go  -  he  talked  to  his  parents,  he  consulted  the  only  constant,  looking  to  a  god  that  he  thought  abandoned  him.  is  it  testing  him?  he  had  to  try.  had  to  have  his  answers.  walking  the  path  of  the  priest,  ordained,  set  at  the  head  of  a  church  in  his  home.  studying  the  bible  with  his  congregation,  using  past  experiences,  finding  god's  plan  in  all  of  it.  letting  his  flock  think.  allowing  them  to  question  and  find  answers  within  themselves.  come  to  their  own  unique  understanding  of  god  and  what  he  means  to  them. 

   yet  it  still  doesn't  give  to  the  devoted  dog  any  reprieve  from  cold  nights  spent  alone.  no  one  holds  him  close.  no  one  smiles  at  him  the  way  he  wants.  no  one  sees  him  the  way  he  longs  to  be  seen.  there's  still  a  hole.  a  dog  without  a  master  to  love  him.  no  one  to  give  him  that  pat  on  the  head.  just  nothing.  always  empty. 

   it's  so  hard  to  not  be  so  disillusioned.  he  was  born  for  a  reason,  wasn't  he?  he's  got  his  devotion,  his  undying  loyalty  -  is  there  not  someone  or  something  he's  meant  for?