#sunday post

[quillver]

writer rest day:

scroll

snack

rewrite the scene i said i wouldn’t touch

cry

[the-banks-of-lethe]

Hello Dreamers !

It's Sunday! I hope you had a lovely week, and if not, then that the next one is better.

This Sunday post is a little bit different from the others, but bear with me. Today I did not want to post a meditation guide, or breathing tips, or types of relaxing tea, etc... Today I wanted to share a little piece of me with you.

Personally, I think it's more than okay and even a great way to bond / build kharis with your gods, to be vulnerable with them. Of course it's not ideal to be crying to your gods everyday or every week even; but if you do, don't be afraid to ask for comfort, or simply allow them in your space. Sometimes, you go to just talk or have an unrelated conversation with your deities, but end up getting overwhelmed or potentially crying - but before you freak out about disrespecting your gods by cying in front of them please remember that you are not. Different deities have different boundaries with different people, I understand that, however you will be hard pressed to find someone who says their deity was hostile towards them whilst they were vulnerable. Vulnerability comes in many forms as well, showing your love to your deities, even if you might think it's 'obsessive' or 'weird' it's quite a normal part of devotion. And feeling love towards someone (not explicitly romantic, can be any kind) is normal. Yes, even with deities. So, with that in mind, I will encourage you to share yourself, even those parts that you don't like about yourself with your gods; allow yourself to be vulnerable.

I'll start. Here are a few prayers / poems / conversations that I've had with deities that had become personal and vulnerable.

Something I wrote to Hypnos

"I love you so much my Lord. Please, please be gentle with me, I beg. I am in awe of your presence and am delighted by your name, please be gentle with me. I love the feeling of my lips when they sound your name - the word flowing out like a current - begging to be heard. I crave your embrace each night and think of it fondly during the day. 24 hours is too long to wait. This may sound obsessive, but think of it as devotion. I place my faith in you my Lord - and your ever caring hands. I devote myself to sleep. I only beg you hear me and treat me with kindness, as much I doubt you would ever not. But, my Lord, I come to you humbly, muttering out your praise on dried lips - needing to be nourished. Please my Lord, nourish me. I love you, and unashamed to speak it. Praise be to you my Lord, in all your glorious ways. Praise be to sleep - to whom I'm devoted. Xaire Hypnos!"

Another thing I wrote to Hypnos

"My Lord, I hope you are well. I hope you like the blog as well. I miss you. I don't know why, you're often with me, but the room feels so empty without you here. Alas, you are busy, and I understand that. But whilst you're gone I will continue to praise your name, I try to at least, even when I can't say you specifically. I hope you're not mad at me or disapointed. If you are, I am so sorry, I am trying to do better. I know I'm not perfect and I'm trying to not let it affect my worship, but I'm scared that it is. Please be patient with me, my Lord. I'm trying to describe how I feel about you but I can't, how can one word devotion? I think It's impossible. So I'll say it in layman's terms; I love you. I'm aware I've said it before, and I hope you know it is not romantic, but I do love you. I'm sure you understand what I mean, so many have been devoted to you, I am just one. You truly do amaze me my Lord, and I'd like to thank you once again. But this time, for showing me that devotion, this, doesn't have to be scary. I thank you for being so gentle and so kind. I don't even remember what I was writing this whole thing for, so I'll just finish up now. I love you, I miss you, and I hope you stick around. Love, Alec"

Something I wrote to Apollon

"Hello Lord Apollon, I'd like to apologise. I've been scared of you in all honesty and I don't know why. I'm not even sure scared is the right word; nervous or intimidated maybe? Probably a mix. I think it is your power, Lord, witn so many domains, and so many devoted followers, I suppose my fear cmes from the sheer size that your worship takes place. This is by no means a bad thing, simply something that has made me hesitate before saying your name. I suppose I'm overwhelmed easily. I have heard many many lovely things about you Lord, and I don't doubt for a moment their sincerity - yet still, I hesitate. I want to change this, and I ask for your guidance in doing so. I will write a formal prayer afterwards, I am just letting you know now. I think my hand just doesn't want to stop writing - this is up your alley isn't it? Anyway, I hope you are well, and I hope this messge comes across as I meant it, and I hope I may see you again Lord. Lots of love, Alec."

Yes I did write a formal prayer after asking for guidance from Him; however I won't make you all read on too longer.

I have also: - sobbed to Lady Hestia my fears about life and the future - told Lord Ares my fears + phobias - sat in silence with Lady Aphrodite as I pondered my insecurities - cried to Lord Ares about my fear of abandonment

I hope that me sharing some of these vulnerable moments I've had with deities, eases worries about doing so yourself. The gods love you; it's okay to open up to them if you feel you want to, they understand. Anyway, I hope you are all well. Please, take care of yourselves.

(Also, let me know what you think about being called 'dreamers'!)

Khaire friends, and sweet dreams 💙

[nerawrites]

Chapter 34: A Message To Everyone

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Ships: The Bear x Fem!oc

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Just one more push wouldn’t hurt right?

It began with packages that might as well finish with one.

Small, nondescript, and unsettlingly personal.

Each competitor in the upcoming event received something that felt hand-picked—because it was. A pair of chef’s tweezers that matched a set someone had lost years ago. A spice blend only one of them had ever used in a private stage in Spain. A photo of a dish they made in culinary school. A handwritten note referencing a nickname only a former mentor ever used. Every gift arrived with a simple note—no return address, no signature.

Only two words:

“I see you. – Llorris”

The effect was instant. Across kitchens from New York to Copenhagen, phones lit up, chefs whispered in private group chats, anxiety bloomed behind the walls of prep lines. Someone was watching them. Someone knew them. And that someone was Lloris.

The rumors flared again—some chefs laughed it off, some called it psychological warfare, others were genuinely disturbed. More than a few reached out to the competition’s organizers asking for a formal investigation. But there was nothing traceable. No prints. No footage. Just that same signature:

“– Llorris.”

Alicia stood over her worktable, a flurry of empty ramekins, scorched baking sheets, tasting spoons, and sauce-streaked plates crowding the space. She hadn’t left her apartment in days. Her apron was stiff with flour and oil, her hands trembling from too many back-to-back prep sessions, but her mind?

Clear.

This wasn’t just about a menu anymore. It couldn’t be.

Too much had happened. She had pushed too far, been pushed in return. She had watched The Bear rise, crack, then regroup; watched Noma rally with quiet grace. She had felt everything—from pettiness to power to exhaustion.

And now, she knew what she had to make.

Not just food. Not just art.

Her life.

Every course would be a chapter. Every element a memory. Her joy. Her grief. Her rage. The abandonment. The silence. The kitchen that became her home. The betrayal. The thrill. The pain of being overlooked. The thrill of being seen. The feeling of power that came from being Lloris—and the fear of losing herself to it.

Her concept menu wasn’t going to be avant-garde or philosophical or experimental for the sake of it.

It was going to be her.

Menu Draft – Alicia’s Notebook

Title: Ghosts of the Line

Course I: “First Burn”

Charred onion consommé with scorched cream, sourdough ash crumble – a nod to her first time being yelled at on the line. Burned, but not broken.

Course II: “Family Meal”

A refined take on arroz con pollo, layered with umami and spice, delicate but grounded – the memory of her grandmother, the only person who ever truly cooked for her.

Course III: “Silence Service”

A cold, almost clinical beet tartare with horseradish and black vinegar gel with a T-bone steak– the loneliness and anger she felt while excelling in rooms that refused to acknowledge her.

Course IV: “The Note”

A dish meant to mimic the same dish she once sent anonymously. But this time, no message. Just the dish—quiet, precise, sharp.

Course V: “Reckoning”

A surprise palate disruptor, acidic and bold—uncomfortable, demanding attention. A dish to force the judge’s eyes up from the plate.

Course VI: “Home, Eventually”

Warm, nostalgic, deeply savory—cornbread custard, sweet corn gel, smoked butter ice cream. The idea of comfort, earned the hard way.

Course VII: “Still Here”

A deconstructed dish with visual disorder, balanced flavors, chaos on the plate but harmony in the mouth. A message in itself.

She didn’t cry when she finalized the menu.

But she sat down, finally, for the first time in days.

The pressure hadn’t let up. If anything, it had grown tighter around her chest, more suffocating. But she welcomed it now. She knew what she was making. And she knew what she was saying.

Next week, the world would see what she’d been building all this time.

Lloris had made her presence known.

Now?

Alicia was going to own it.

[attex]

it is magolor day my dudes

[tenebrare]

Hellraiser - After all, YOU made me!

As I have said before - Elliot Spencer really brought that split personality disorder to a whole new level. Having dinner with both of them same time might be quite entertaining. Would they always agree about everything ? Politics? Music? Amount of sugar in coffee? Kinks in bedroom? If only people, who use cube see Hell priest, would he able like cheat in poker by letting his other self look what hand everyone else in table has?

[halltastic]

[scotianostra]

On March 8th 1936 Oor Wullie and The Broons made their first appearance in the Sunday Post.

Jings , Crivven’s, and Help ma boab!! All words synonymous with oor we dungaree wearing hero.

Wullie and his gang have been keeping boredom at bay for decades in the typical Scottish town of Auchenshoogle.

The rascal has become an icon sitting on an upturned bucket in his famous dungarees as he plans the latest pranks and japes.

Fat Bob, Soapy Soutar, Wee Eck, Primrose (and don’t forget Jeemy the mouse) all join in the fun, with Wullie’s Ma, Pa and poor old PC Murdoch also playing starring roles.

Some famous faces have appeared in the strip over the years including Nicola Sturgeon, Ewan McGregor, Andy Murray and Amy Macdonald.

A 2004 survey voted Wullie ‘Scotland’s Favourite Son’, beating William Wallace, Sean Connery and Rabbie Burns in the top four

Everyone knows the Broons. Hen is still the tallest beanpole in Scotland, Joe’s still flexing his muscles, Maggie’s still as gorgeous as ever, Daphne’s still trying to get a man, Horace is constantly swotting and the never-named Twins are always up to mischief. And that’s not forgetting the brainiest Bairn in Scotland, the ever youthful Granpaw and heads of the whole clan - matriarch Maw and put-upon Paw.

Although they’ve only ever appeared in the pages of the Dundee-based Sunday newspaper, the annuals - which alternate year about between Oor Wullie and The Broons - are still flying off the shelves faster than Granpaw’s false teeth during a toffee apple eating contest.

The annuals are always in the top ten Christmas bestsellers at booksellers Waterstone’s.

While the two strips adhere to the traditional format there have been some changes over the years, not all go down well, like when hen they tried printing the comics strips in colour the 90s, Michty me! There were shoals of complaints from readers and they had to go back to black and white In the most recent annuals, Horace gets a makeover and is mistaken for Harry Potter, while other characters are seen clutching mobile phones, checking e-mails on laptops, singing on karaoke machines and watching satellite TV.

[lescommunity]

Community S05E08 App Development and Condiments

[dcviated]

me: yeah the guna is straight up a good vanilla boy :)

guna: manifesting deviancy and kinks like weeds on a warm day

[the-banks-of-lethe]

It’s Sunday, so I want to take a moment to unwind from this week, and reset for the next one.

I'd like to share a little breathing technique that I've learned; 4 seconds breath in (through nose), 4 seconds hold, 4 seconds breath out (through mouth).

You can repeat this cycle as many times as you want / need, but some people only like to repeat it four times.

It's reffered to as the '4-4-4 method', 'box breathing', or 'square breathing', among other names. It can help reduce stress and can really help with focus. I know I personally use it when I'm anxious about something, usually before a driving lesson (driving freaks me out and I get all shaky and start zoning out, not good, I know).

"People with high stress jobs, such as soldiers and police officers, often use box breathing when their bodies are in fight, flight, or freeze mode. This technique is also relevant for anyone interested in recentering themselves or improving their concentration." -https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/321805#breathing-and-health - here is a full article on box breathing! “It allows you to slow your breath, and it also has an aspect of meditation,” Dr. Young says. “As you’re breathing, you’re also silently counting, which is a kind of mantra meditation that, again, calms the nervous system and brings you into the present moment.” -https://health.clevelandclinic.org/box-breathing-benefits - another good article on box breathing!

Of course you aren't limited to only using this (or any) breathing technique when you're stress - it may be a good habit to get into!

I'm gonna leave you guys with a little quote;

"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly." - Franz Kafka

And with that, I hope you all have a wonderful day / night, and may Hypnos bless those in need of plentiful slumber, and may Pasithea help you find the time to sit down and rest your eyes.

Sweet dreams 💙

[silyabeeodess]

"16 Dogs surround me,     a pack of villains encircles me;     they pierce my hands and my feet. 17 All my bones are on display;     people stare and gloat over me. 18 They divide my clothes among them     and cast lots for my garment.

19 But you, Lord, do not be far from me.     You are my strength; come quickly to help me." -Psalms 22:16-19 (NIV)

[attex]

it is magolor day my dudes

[tenebrare]

KIRSTY: No! You… You can't! It wasn't me…I didn't do it! I didn't open the box! FEMALE CENOBITE: Didn't open the box. And what was it last time? Didn't know what the box was. And yet we DO keep finding each other, don't we? PINHEAD: Oh, Kirsty; so eager to play, so reluctant to admit it. FEMALE CENOBITE: Perhaps you're teasing us. Are you teasing us?

[allithebookgiraffe]

The Sunday Post 63: No King's Day Protest

Hello readers! It’s Sunday, and that means it’s time to talk about what I’ve been up to. How has everyone’s summer been going? I got a sunburn for the first time this summer when the sun wasn’t even out. I feel like a vampire sometimes with how easily I burn. The Sunday Post was created by The Caffeinated Reader. In The Sunday Post, you share news each week with your audience. This can be…

[jaymalsanonymousbeauty196]

THE WONDERLAND BLOOM

Good afternoon my macro beauties i hope everyone is having a wonderful day. Thank you supporting and following me on this journey to make dream come true. I would appreciate you liking my photography and if you could share with your family and friends that would great appreciate.