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mountttmase · 3 months

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Little Bean

Note - happy Friday, here’s just a tiny something I wrote yesterday after we were talking about pregnancy cravings 🩷 feedback would be appreciated as always 😌

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 986

Warnings - fluff

‘So you want peanut butter and… pickles?’ Mason asked, a questioning tone to his voice as if he thought you were mad but you’d been craving the strange combination all day.

‘Maybe some chocolate chips too? Oh and the really cheap fluffy white bread, none of that 50/50 crap’ you told him.

‘You’re absolutely sure that’s what you want?’

‘It’s not what I want Mase, it’s what our little bean wants’ you told him, your hand falling to your rather large belly. Truth be told your little bean wasn’t so little anymore but it was yours and Mason's first nickname for your baby and it had just stuck so whilst you were still deciding on names the pair of you always referred to them as your little bean.

‘You want a drink or anything else?’

‘You know what I really fancy a vimto’ you told him, watching him shake his head with a laugh before kissing your forehead as he got up.

‘Okay well I won’t be long’

‘Thank you, Mase. I really appreciate you going to get it for me’ you told him sincerely but he was more than happy to do it for you.

‘Well it’s my duty as a dad’ he laughed. ‘You’re giving me a baby, the least I can do is go buy the love of my life some pickles and peanut butter at 11:30 at night’

‘Don’t forget the vimto’ you called as he got closer to the door and the loving smile he sent your way made your heart race.

‘I won’t baby. I’ll be as quick as I can, yeah? Love you’

‘Love you more’ you called, blowing him a quick kiss that he adorably caught, putting it in his pocket before leaving the room.

The small Sainsbury's was only a few minutes away and Mason kept his hat on and head down the whole time he was in there. Laughing to himself as he picked up everything you’d asked for and even getting a multipack of vimto just in case you wanted more tomorrow.

When he’d asked you earlier on if you fancied a snack he was expecting you to say ice cream like you had been for weeks but this new concoction had him stunned and confused. You were giving him the greatest gift he could ever ask for though so as soon as your order was in he was off to get it for you.

The shopping trip went without a hitch and he was home within 15 minutes. Unpacking his little haul before he got to making your special sandwich of peanut butter and pickles with chocolate chips and an ice cold vimto on the side. Nearly gagging as he placed it all together on the plate but if that’s what you wanted then that’s what you were getting.

You were sat up and waiting for him when he returned to your room, eyes lighting up and the sight of him and your heart thumped at the way he presented you your creation with a proud smile on his face.

‘Thank you, Mase. I really do appreciate you’ you told him. Kissing his cheek quickly as you took the plate from his hands and as soon as he set your glass on your bedside table he was undressing himself and getting back into bed next to you.

He watched on in what would only be described as fascination and slight horror as you took your first bite. Thinking maybe it had been a joke this whole time but there you were, eyes rolling back in your head as you munched away and as much as mason wanted to ask how it was he didn’t want to disturb your moment.

‘God that hits the spot. It's better than I thought it would be’ you told him after your second bite, looking over to him to find him trying to hold back a laugh. ‘You know what? The chocolate chips really set it off, I’m a genius I swear’

‘Yes you are baby’ he laughed, kissing your shoulder before he started to shuffle down and lay next to you.

‘You want a bite?’

‘You know what, I’ve got training early so I best not’ he told you, but you knew it was just an excuse. ‘Maybe tomorrow’

‘I’ll have one waiting for you when you get home’ you joked, watching his face scrunch up in disgust causing you to laugh loudly.

‘Can’t wait’ he chuckled, settling himself down next to you. ‘You gonna be able to sleep after all that sugar?’

‘I’m six months pregnant Mase, of course I’ll sleep’ you told him. Reaching out to run your fingers through his hair, your heart racing as his snuggled into your thigh and wrapped his arm around your leg. ‘Just let me finish and we can cuddle’

‘Fine but I wanna be the big spoon. Not sure I want pickle peanut butter breath in my face all night’

‘I’m gonna clean my teeth you big baby’

‘Doesn’t matter how much you clean them, I’ll still know’ he teased and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

‘You’re insane’

‘Says the one eating something i could find in a bin’

‘Hey, stop being mean’ you laughed. Polishing off the last of your sandwich as he kissed your thigh as an apology. ‘I’ll be back in a sec yeah?’

‘You want a hand up?’ He offered sweetly but you just shook your head and stroked his hair.

‘I’m good, thank you though’ you laughed. Getting yourself out of bed to clean your teeth but you stopped as you got to the door so you could look back at Mason all curled up in bed waiting for you. You heart thumping at the sweet man you got to call your own with tonight only confirming to you once again he would be the only man you’d ever need.

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cosmicjoke · 6 months

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Alright... okay... I just... need a moment.

Fuck, I'm emotional. I'm trying to gather my thoughts, but it's difficult. So I'm going to try my best.

First, I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone involved in the creation of this anime, of this story, of this masterful, masterful piece of art. The animators, the composers, the writers, the voice actors, the directors, the producers, just, everyone. And most especially, to Hajim Isayama, who, without doubt, has created one of the greatest stories ever told.

And with that said, I'm just going to say this. "Attack on Titan" is, in my opinion, the greatest show ever made. I mean that, sincerely, and with all my heart. It's the greatest show, and one of the greatest stories, of all time. It's truly a masterpiece. A pillar of great art. I don't think that's hyperbole. I think that's absolutely true.

I don't even know where to start.

I'm just blown away. Completely blown away.

Ahh, well, I guess I'll just start by talking about some of the changes that were made, and what wasn't, and how much I appreciate both. I knew they would stick with the overall story and not change the ending, and I'm so glad they didn't, because it was always the right ending. I don't care what anyone says, what anyone's criticisms are. This was always, always, always the right ending.

The obviously biggest change was the conversation between Armin and Eren near the end, and I think, given the controversy caused by this particular moment in the manga, I'm not surprised, and I think they did an excellent job of clarifying what Armin actually meant, and most importantly, that he wasn't ever condoning Eren's actions. That they had Armin instead take on and shoulder the responsibility of Eren's actions, in a show of love and friendship to Eren, was incredibly moving and gut-wrenching at the same time. That Armin blamed himself for what Eren did as much as Eren himself, and said that they would be together again someday, in hell, was actually incredibly shocking to me. But then, it makes perfect sense for Armin's character. Armin, who from the very beginning understood and accepted the bleak reality of war, of having to abandon one's humanity in order to accomplish victory. Armin's never shied away from who he really is, or what he's capable of, or tried to console himself with an idealized self-image. It doesn't surprise me that he blames himself for Eren's actions, or takes on as much responsibility for them as he places on Eren. Though one could argue all day against Armin's self-condemnation, I think it makes perfect sense for his character. I also adore how they really clarified and left no room for doubt as to the motivation behind Eren's actions. He just flat out admits at the end that it was because he wanted to "see this sight", meaning a world completely devoid of humanity, of life. He admits to Armin that he's a "slave to freedom", that this outcome came about because of who he is and for no other reason. Not to make the alliance into heroes, not to save Paradis. It was because Eren couldn't accept a concept of freedom beyond what he'd seen in Armin's book. Because, as he says of himself, he was an idiot who came into power. 80% of the world's population died because of that. But as Historia also admits in the end, it's also a result of ALL their choices. I always have maintained that AoT is a cautionary tale of what happens when we blame and persecute and hold accountable people for the sins of the past. Eren, an idiot, only came into that power to begin with because of Marley's persecution of the Eldian's, continuing to punish the Eldian people for the crimes of their ancestors. Indeed, Historia was correct. It was a culmination of all of their choices. Violence begetting more violence, and on and on the cycle continues.

The Jeagerist's created an army out of fear of reprisals from what remains of the outside world, but in doing so, they sealed their own fate. In becoming so hostile to begin with, they ensured those reprisals. That's the great irony. They formed an army to protect themselves, they became a hostile nation, an isolationist nation, and in the end, it lead directly to them being destroyed. As Armin tells Eren, his violence and desire to see a world wiped clean of humanity leaves them with nothing but the lesson of kill or be killed. It leaves nothing but a legacy of continued violence. That's the whole point of this story, of course. That violence only ever leads to more violence. Even when we don't have a choice, even when we're backed into a corner and there's no way out but to fight, even when it's the right and only choice. That's the tragedy of violence. That's the tragedy of the world. That's the tragedy of humanity. It's not that violence is always wrong. Violence isn't always wrong, but it's always tragic, and it always only leads to tragedy. Armin's condemnation of Eren and his actions here, telling him that he's robbed the world of even the small hope of one day understanding one another, that's the condemnation of Eren's violence, the condemnation of the cycle of violence. He pushed Paradis toward armament through his actions, but so did the rest of the world. People will always fight one another. There will always be war as long as there are people. The only way there won't be war is if there are no people, as Armin says, and that's the biggest joke of all. There's no such thing as lasting peace. Paradis meets its demise in the very end because it falls to the same trap, the same cycle of violence, the same cycle of continued hate that drives all war and that, saddest of all, is intrinsic to the human condition. Violence is intrinsic to the human condition, and to nature itself. In the end, Paradis brings about it's own demise, just as, in the end, Marley and all those who persecuted the Eldian's, brought about theirs. This is an anti-war story. That's what it's always been. Anyone who says otherwise is a fool. But it's also a story about the tragedy of humanity and the inescapability of our nature as a species.

So, okay, now, because I'm primarily a blog which talks about Levi, and because Levi is probably, far and away, my favorite character of all time, I have to talk about him.

What can I say?

Levi was the hero of this final episode. Of this final bow of what, again I repeat, is the greatest show I've ever seen, and one of the greatest stories ever told.

Levi is a hero.

First, if anyone, if I see anyone ever, ever, ever question Levi's commitment to humanity and to saving it ever again, after watching this episode, I will come down on them like a fucking bomb myself.

Levi saved humanity.

They all did, of course. They all contributed.

But Levi... Levi was the leader that saved humanity. He became the leader in that moment that humanity needed. For all the talk and accusations thrown Levi's way, of robbing humanity of it's greatest chance at survival in Erwin, by letting Erwin die, it was in a time of humanities greatest need that Levi stepped up and took the reigns and didn't let humanity fall.

Levi wasn't the strongest in this battle. He wasn't humanities strongest soldier anymore. He wasn't the most affective in battle, or able to single-handedly turn the tide of the battle, like he might once have been able to. But he didn't let anyone give up. He didn't let anyone give in. He didn't let anyone lose hope.

I've been saying this since the manga ended, but seeing it brought to life like this only drives it home all the more.

Levi rallied and organized and held together his soldiers when they were all ready to give up and give in. When his own body was ready to give in and give up, Levi's heart and will wouldn't. It was Levi who enabled Mikasa to deliver the final, killing blow to Eren by not giving in to despair or fear or grief when it became clear that everyone on the ground was going to turn into a pure titan. It was Levi who, in the end, fulfilled the dream of his fallen comrades of a world without titans, by keeping it together and giving out orders, by abandoning his own driving need to save lives, like he's always done, since the beginning, in order save more, in order to save the lives of people who had done nothing, in fact, but condemn and persecute him his whole life.

Levi is a hero. He's a pure hero. He has the purest heart of anyone. He's the best of them all.

And I think the change they made to Levi's final scene just drives that truth home all the more.

I'm not gonna' lie, I nearly burst into tears seeing what they did in Levi's last scene. To have him sitting there in his wheelchair, his body not even a fraction of what it had once been, but still finding a way to help people, to help, especially, children, again, it drives home without doubt what Levi is. A hero. To see him handing out candy to children, to see the happiness he finds in that simple act... Jesus Christ, I really don't even know what to say about this. It was maybe the most beautiful moment in the entire series. Shit, I'm gonna start crying just talking about it. To see him smile, again, at last, to see him truly at peace. He found a way to be a hero, even with his strength gone. He found a way to be a hero without having to be a weapon, because Levi's heroism was never in his strength. It was never because he was physically strong, or a weapon. It was never because being a hero was easy for him. It was because of his heart. Because his heart is the heart of a hero. His heart is the heart of someone who has only ever wanted to help and protect others. That he still wants to and does help people, despite already having given everything...

Yeah, don't nobody ever, EVER say to me again that Levi doesn't care about humanity. He helps even when he doesn't have to. Even when he deserves to be selfish.

He cares more than anyone.

Man, that's all I have for now. I'm pretty speechless about this episode. I'm just beyond words.

Greatest show ever. Not anime. Just any show, ever. One of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made. One of the greatest stories ever told, with some of the greatest characters to ever exist.

Thank you Hajime Isayama, for giving this gift to the world.

#attack on titan #the final season #part 3 #part 2 #Levi Ackerman #Eren Yeager #Armin Arlert #Mikasa Ackerman #jean kirstein #connie springer #reiner braun #gabi braun #falco grice #shinkgeki no kyojin

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floareadeaur · 26 days

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My thoughts on chapter 136

As a friend of mine said, I believe that this was a preparatory chapter, which foresees something extremely important.

I really liked it, honestly.

The symbolism of this chapter is great and I could talk a lot about it.

But I think it is extremely important that Sika Madu was able to realize that "those people" who he actually looked at as bugs, have surpassed him.

His arrogance was thus crushed and, I can say, he actually evolved.

Because Sika has this conversation with Shinoa where he asks her why she wants so much power. She replies that for "love", a line that Sika comments on as something related to the selfish nature of humans.

Then she tells him something so right:

•"And you're any different?"

And the truth is, no, Sika is no different from humans. He is as imperfect as they are, and he has loved as authentically as they have.

It all started from Sika's love for his angels, for Mikaela. Including from his frustration of not receiving any attention from his "father" (the other God) and the continuous expectation of being at least sanctioned by that God. So far went his desire to have, in fact, the affection of "his father".

And all of this illustrates so well the humanity of Sika Madu and how all humans are, in fact, a reflection of him.

Basically, they are his children, towards whom he never wanted to assume the role of god, protector or father.

But, I think Sika understood more now and saw that he was wrong in his arrogance, ignoring his own creation.

I felt bad for him though. His scenes really touched me, especially his talk with Yuu.

How Sika asked him to revive Mikaela, when it was actually Yuu, the one he was talking to, that Mikaela, his son he had struggled for eons to bring back.

I believe that this conversation was Sika's greatest display of love for his son and that it was a tender moment.

I am kind of sad that Sika could not find out that Yuu is actually his son, but maybe there will be a way for him to find out in the end?

I do not think Sika is truly gone as a soul.

He disintegrated, being absorbed by Shinoa, but his punishment is to never die, to never forget anything. That is why I believe his soul is still alive somewhere, and at the right time, he will be able to have that conversation with his son, knowing who he is talking to.

I also think that the scene where, on the one hand, Shinoa was absorbing his powers, just so that Sika would not ever hurt anyone with it again (which Sika Madu did a lot of, especially to Shinoa, whose life he ruined from conception ), and on the other, Yuu, his son for whom Sika did everything, receives his father's legacy — both frames unfolding simultaneously, shows precisely the humanity of Sika Madu.

The fact that he has many shades, just like a human being.

On the one hand, Sika destroyed the existence of so many souls and committed terrible atrocities.

On the other hand, he loved sincerely and did so much only for his loved ones.

That is why he too is a gray character with his good and bad sides and I think the author showed that so well.

Basically, OnS really does not have villains, just human characters, whose perspectives are valid in their own way.

I am so excited for the next chapter!

As for the others characters, I think everything unfolded logically and consistently.

The fact that the upcoming attack on Krul by Ferid was stopped for the moment is natural.

Ferid is an extraordinary strategist and he never attacks without reason or at the wrong time.

As seen here, Ferid stopped, listening to the noise caused by Urd's sword. He sensed a strong threat and stopped to calculate what level of power would be required to neutralize such an attack?

Ferid is not necessarily interested in directly attacking Krul now, in scaring her with certain gestures.

He knows she feels him and that she is already freaking out on her own.

At the end of last chapter, Krul does not even recognize Ferid. Why?

Because vampires feel each other, what power they carry. And Ferid was always a miserable bug for Krul's power.

But the twist of the situation is that the one whom she always humiliated, threatened, beat, whom she always looked down on, has a much greater power than hers now.

So big that she wonders if she would have any chance of beating him then.

This little scene perfectly illustrates something important about Ferid's character. His power to transcend the limits of the situations in which he finds himself. His true intelligence and ability to think through the rules of any game.

Truly, this moment shows Ferid's capabilities as a leader, strategist and thinker.

And I think that is something very important within his character, especially because in his past, as a prince in his childhood, Ferid has always been repressed and forced to hide his true abilities, to live as a servant in the shadows of others. I wrote more about it in this analysis about him.

Other than that, I really enjoyed this chapter. Shinya's return, the interaction between him and Kureto. I should do a separate analysis on Yuu and Shinoa as well.

But I end with this here:

And of course, with mentioning again my gratitude to the author for creating this fascinating story!

How much the theme of humanity can be deepened even in this chapter! Certainly more can be discussed.

Any kind feedback is welcome and I wish whoever finds this post a good day!

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons #sote #ferid bathory #urd geales #rigr stafford #sika madu #shinoa hiiragi #yuichiro hyakuya #shinya hiiragi #kureto hiiragi #chapter 136 #owari no seraph chapter 136 #seraph of the end chapter 136

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justalia · 23 days

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Hello Alia!

I must express my admiration for your work here on social media. I like the way you are direct with conscious creation. You simplify everything to make it easy to understand! I'm seeking guidance in my situation because I don’t know what to do, or if I should even take action. I like how you come across things, so In asking for advice in here. This might be a bit lengthy, I apologize in advance.

How can I reset my manifesting journey?

I've been into manifesting since middle school, and now I’m in college. Most of my life, I’ve desired a life I could achieve most of the time. In middle school/high school, I wanted to be popular and admired (I was an insecure weird kid) and tried absurd methods like “writing letters to the Universe to get your SP” and things like that. Obviously, I didn’t achieve anything. When it came to partners, I became fixated, creating scenarios in my head to materialize (to get) things in my life

Of course, I spent years, YEARS, trying to obtain things. Not one thing specifically , it was me chasing the perfect idea of how my life should look like. Throughout those years, I discovered many manifestation teachers; Neville, Edward, etc., but none led me to a stable point, because I had this pattern of overconsumption and obsession.

I think it's pretty embarrassing to admit that I spent a lot of time in my teenage years desiring a life that I couldn’t have. I was always lost in my own mind. I was nothing. I yearned to be loved. I was imagining and hoping but nothing changed

It was a cycle of terrible punishment to myself because I couldn’t materialize what I wanted. I fell into a state of limerence and, for my own mental well-being, I sort of gave up trying to get things.

My life became normal, but deep down, a part of me desired that successful, wealthy, and fulfilled life. I've tried to return to this journey, but it seems like I'm so burned out that it isn’t (somehow) available to me anymore. It's like a blockage. I think I resent myself for putting myself through this.

I know manifesting works; there have been times in my life where I’ve imagined things and they just appeared, but it was never the things I wanted.

I'm crying while typing this because, sincerely: this makes me feel so pathetic. Tons of material, tons of information, and applied incorrectly causing a mental burnout for me. I know that I should apply it, but my brain doesn't let me. (I hope I'm explaining myself well) I'm really afraid that if I try to manifest something, I'll fall into this state of limerence and madness. When I say I'm burned out, I'm burned out. Every time I think about this topic, my head hurts. I seem to know everything about this but nothing.

The main problem is that sort of, this way of hoping trying to get things it’s so engraved in my mind that I can’t seem to even start to “manifest” small things without feeling like I’m manifesting them. I know you become one in imagination, but how can I make my brain understand this? 😔

What should I do? How can I reset? If not, what is the best that I can do?

Have a good day. Keep doing what you do. And thank u anyway.

hi!

i couldn’t leave this ask unanswered so i’m gonna try my best.

first of all thank you so much for your kind words and i’m glad you could find my words helpful and knowledgeable.

i really understand where you are coming from and my greatest advice would be to drop all the knowledge you have on this and look into non dualism. i advice you do it only when you feel like you can go into it with a completely open mind and without any expectations so that you can find yourself. the real Self.

non dualism has been for me a way of understanding the way the “world” actually operates better and look at “manifestation” in a completely different way.

when it comes to how you’re feeling regarding your journey i’d like to give you this insight: that was never you. the character you’ve built has been through so many trials and tribulations and it feels “pathetic” for that. that was never you. believe me when i tell you this. all the labels you put on yourself are simply that: labels.

find your true self, stop manifesting anything and realize who you are. really realize it and feel the peace coming with this realization.

let me add this: the thing you think you have to free yourself from never really happened.

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me-uglypretty · 1 year

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angel of small death

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Angels and devils were never meant to co-exist, that was something you never knew till you were banished into a life of misery.

Warning: 18+ (G), angel!yelena, devil to human!reader, mention of killing & death, angst | 1790 Words

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Angels were created as such; with purity and innocence unmatched. What is considered as evil may try penetrating aimless souls into corruption, but angels grace such obscurity with their halo of holiness, a hopeful smile and entirely dissolve what wickedness dare manipulate them. Angels know of these things. They are aware of the teachings that were braced upon them.

Perhaps, there were time in which they aren’t aware of what had befallen upon them on their respectful duty. A purpose to shield God’s greatest creations. The beautiful earth consists of animals, human, and nature. The angels would never deviate from their sole purpose.

Devils, however, embodies every teasing nudge of wickedness that swells around greed, anger, treachery, and all that fuels the sinful rage within a soul, and leave their souls tainted infinitely. The virtuousness of angels may try influencing them, dithering them away from further corruption, but neither possess the essential ability to provoke such occurrence.

For the sake of balance in life, devils thrive mercilessly by the evil that dots across God’s creations, and by the side of goodness adorn from holy angels. The two sides waking a needed order into the universe.

The centre of everything beautiful and marvellous. Where they lay in silence or feel the buzzing itching in their ears, where they linger by doors of those left wide open, beeping machines indicating a life at the brink of existence, tattletale’s reaping a crowd after another.

In some miraculous way, it was perfect.

Yelena Belova, the most beloved angel of god.

She allowed herself the bliss of God’s beautiful creation. Sincerity smearing words exchanged and efforts made in her rewarded duty. An angel who’s eyes beams in curiosity, pulsing in colours at every graze of life, trailing the edges where the earth’s green fade into a russet tone then further into a blanket of misty white, and the frost that bites her cheeks a rosy pink.

“You are quiet today.”

And of course, there was you.

“I think…I prefer you utter disbelief of my nature than this sick silence.”

To herself, this wasn’t a simply exchanged between an angel and—a human, someone so singular, assorted by colours or wealth, and entirely grinning of life. The kind that would jolt a crying baby into the world the same to jolt the murderous sound of death.

But the murderous sound was the scowl on your face. Always angered by something. Unhappy for the most. Teething in such displease with life that her bones tremble when near to you, and break when far. It completely rattles her indies with questions. Only reminding her of mistakes made when careless and unaware.

Yelena takes a deep breath, “You killed a man.”

And she exhales the truth, cloud of vapour from her mouth as her teeth clenched. It wasn’t cold for her. Angels weren’t ordinary. Weather may change, seasons may remain or so, but they would adapt as always.

But she notices your lips trembling, bare hands rubbing against the other to emit heat, and the sheer remembrance that you were indeed, a human.

You scoffed, directing an annoyed glare at her. “I’ll do it again,” you promised. “I am not afraid of anyone…or you.”

It takes another daunting silence to pass. Ten seconds when Yelena started the countdown and sparing a hopeful glance at you. There’s a look of misery flashing in your eyes, something that a golden token wouldn’t fix, nor her wistfulness or her awarded capabilities, and that was the end.

A finished conversation that neither side could cheer on victory.

She watches you stump your boot cladded feet, eyes darting to the pebbles bounding in effect of the ground’s vibration from your stumping, the snow had melted away in replace for a dusty ground carrying a cloudy tint to your dark shoes. When lips pursed, fingers clasps on the strap of your backpack that was always on your back, and you finally meet her eyes, truly gazing into those pools weeping in purity; you wave and walk away.

Just like the first time…5 months ago.

The unwarranted interactions. An angel instructed to save a soul. The months spend steaming in lies over her unsuccessful attempts. 5 months fuelling in hope that you would meet her eyes, spill your truth and accept help. The failed tries of trying to figure out why she couldn’t shake herself back into the person she was before you.

Why were you so significant to her that she couldn’t stop herself from the need to find you, to witness lives you had brought to hell, to know that you were a tainted soul and still wanting to know you pass the barrier you had built around yourself.

She doesn’t understand.

A part of her believes that you were worthy of something. That she wasn’t wrong in pursuing a lost case. You are someone.

“This is fucked up,” Yelena murmured, then glances above the cloudy sky. A fleeting hope that God hasn’t heard her.

Killing a man…two…three…perhaps, more than you could count—wasn’t evil, it wasn’t to be shamed upon. Not when those people bleeding to death, would had done far worse than your easy finality to their horrid life. You were their redeeming feature. Despite what it may seem, what they tried forcing upon your sinned hands.

But it wasn’t always the same nauseating act.

You used to watch your kin, toying between wickedness and shaking their wings to terrify the terrible souls. A devotion dripping from their tongue for utter evil. No more alone as they’d say. Those souls straining their anger, everything that would proclaim them into the arms of the devils.

Being the devil was what you knew.

It became the very reason you protest them, begging for a chance to redeem yourself and they would come to know you as an awful mistake. The name which they sneer, spitting as though a curse poisoning their throat, and everything that would evoke such anger from the devils upon their own.

And you remember her as sweeten words causing an ache in your teeth. But you smile so wide when she holds your hand or when she mumbles about something funny. So pure and so beautiful. The angel of death, fluttering in her holy wings, blonde hair flushing so nicely with white, and her arms so strong when she held you to her chest.

You cried that day. Feeling more human as seconds pass, hooking your flesh between your nails and the throbbing heart in your chest, so raw and bloody as the red that taint your skin flushes in colours beyond those you know. It was painful to hear your bones clatter in your body, the tear of skin and laughter taunting your dismiss.

But she swears that life would be sweet.

Confusion flashing in your eyes while hers beams of hope. How would she know of life on earth when she has only been wandering the concreate walls of God’s palace made for angels, and the forbidden spaces where she met you? How would she judge you after knowing you were thrown from the devil’s palace? Why would her sweet breath brush against your cheek, jarring in hope and honesty?

“You are alive,” she whispered, “And I would find you, I would search the world for you. I promise.”

How you wished to tell her everything; that life was better with her, a friend you needed, someone more, how she could hold your hand and not despise you would ever make sense, and she was the very reason to live

Yelena. Yelena. Yelena.

Angels and devils were meant to coexist together—to an extent which you had breached and faced the consequences. Dismissed into the torment of humans, and she, your sweet love, Yelena plague in a life crafted perfectly for her.

Without you.

Not a wisp of memory surfacing in her mind that would remind her of how lovely she thought of you, how she would tease you for not understanding human nature while being equally confused, nothing that would grant you the joy to know that you were born into a world where she remembers you whole.

You remember everything. Perhaps, it was a curse descend upon your human life. So, you would indeed suffer while knowing of your past and the truth that she may never find you as you were. That you would grace the earth’s core in your haunting eyes, killing those who deserve death than those souls simply thriving for another day.

And hope which she had threaded within your soul. You would meet her again that you swore. At every scream, the blood of people who had harm innocent souls, where you laugh and meet freedom’s air as they bleed to death.

Till you meet her again.

You assumed that she remembers your cheeky smile and eyes that would lure any soul into an endless pit. But she only mutters the oath to protect, something so sacred in her words that made your melt, till she looks at you like a stranger.

The burn that sets in your chest is far worse than when you were banished. It was killing you, still alive and breathing, but you were dying each day that pass and every moment that she appears, wishful to aid you away from your misery.

Yelena doesn’t understand.

You wish for her to know that your heart was pure for her, tainted beyond saved, but so pure when she was looking at you like you were redeemable.

The questions float in your mind, prodding into your head like a headache. “What are you?” you asked, trying to understand why she was coming back to you, and still not knowing how you crave to hold her hands again.

Yelena deflates, body seemingly losing its sturdiness as she shakes her head. The pools in her eyes shimmers, so glossy and threatening to drown the earth.

“Who are you, Yelena? Why do you keep coming back? What are you? Are you someone to me?” you cried, heaving in the human body that was cursed on you.

You thought a time would come when she smiles. Words to spill from her mouth of how she knows you, how she makes a joke about your appearance, anything that would make you happy again.

But her frown deepens as she stares at you. “No, I’m not…anything.”

Still, you would remain on earth. She would remain above. Angel of little death in your chest when she looks at you like a stranger and more, when she tries to hold you close, but never crossing the boundaries set.

And life—the cruel routine continues, taunting you, taunting her, taunting a love that was once blossoming so boldly.

#spookyweek22 #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova imagine

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justanamericanartist · 9 months

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I finally finished the line art last night! Now onward to the color and text! (I still have some things that I don’t want revealed just yet though.)

It’s strange, looking at something that is a copy of everything I am and what I stood for. A copy created for a twisted purpose, to destroy everyone and everything I care about.

A mockery of me.

But, deep down, I can feel a sort of connection to this copy, this mockery. It shouldn’t be possible and yet… I can feel his aura, it’s like mine, but not quite. It changes sometimes too. Then it feels like them, but still not quite. Nightmare, he has created something, that I think even he won’t be able to control. Not completely anyway.

For as much of it is a monster, it is also a *ERROR* *ERROR*.

My greatest creation! My *ERROR* *ERROR* *ERROR*! It is in it’s final stages, nearing completion. Then, those pesky Star Warriors will finally be outmatched, they will finally know what true fear feels like, and I will relish in that feeling!

Keeping fighting you pesky Star Warriors, it makes it that much more exciting to watch when you fail and fall into fear!

Sincerely,

Just An American Artist

#art #artwork #line art #comic #short comic #kirby #galacta knight #nightmare kirby #kirby right back at ya #krbay #Kirby Rewritten Back At Ya!#Starslayer #M-meta Knight???

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chordsykat · 1 year

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I'm not defending the anonymous person, but maybe it would be easier to take the criticism that they didn't get their fanart done because your art is good and worth getting. The comics you draw are pretty close in feel to the show and it's alot like having an expanded universe, so people want to get art from you just like they'd want their character to show up in the cartoon. That's my two cents.

I almost didin't answer this one because I'm getting fucking tired of concerns about my character over my decision to draw some fucking free fan art every now and again, but two things up front:

I think it gives a good foundation to address a broader topic.

I appreciate your asking it with your account attached. Thank you for that, and I invite you to DM me if my response is something you feel you want further discussion on.

That said, and please don't take this as a personal attack: I disagree with your assessment on how I should take the wants and desires of my fellow fans (and again, I reiterate -- I am a fan like everyone else, here) with every fibre of my being. I've been an artist, writer, animator and developer with enough published and public work to my name to garner my fair share of fan interaction through the years, and "taking criticism" as you are writing about here, is different from being expected to cater to every request from every person every time without fail. Especially when I'm not the actual creator of the source-content and when it comes to the things I share on this blog and the Dethkomic blog, I am sincerely, honestly, truly, just some fucking guy at the end of the day.

I've said it before as a joke, for all the questions I get, but maybe I should also make it perfectly clear in a more serious tone:

I am not Brendon Small.

I'm really not. And if I was, in what universe would it be okay for folks to come on my blog and get mad that they didn't get a chance to have an idea heard because I simply didn't have time to take every request I got? How does the idea that I'm the one producing your favorite show somehow correlate to a built-in expectation that I should cater to the wants, desires, and wishes of everyone who enjoys the thing I'm making?

See how ridiculous that sounds? You can't stick a "well, you're practically making official content" label on me and then feel okay about holding me to a higher standard than you would the people making the actual show. Or, Jesus Christ, I hope you don't think holding the creators of your media (who are people, by the way) to such standards is okay.

For a while now, this has gone beyond the ask that went down, yesterday, which, in retrospect, I probably never should have even answered. I get a lot of troll messages on here, and I usually just trash them. But if you want to know what Dethkomic's greatest hits of troll commentary looks like, the breakdown is something like this:

"I think you should write (some character, some fan creation, some wholly different story) along with/instead of the thing you are writing about."

"I don't think you should have fan-characters at the center of the story like you do."

"I think (canon character) actually acts this way and I don't like it when you write them the way you do."

"(this character) is my baby and I hate (this character) for looking at them."

All of it, and I mean all of it, is usually presented in the same way. That Dethkomic is a work the troll enjoys reading, but... (insert grievance here). To anyone who has sent an ask like this, please consider the alternative: Write your own story. Because this is the one I'm choosing to tell. Dethkomic is fanfiction and won't be affecting the canon any more than anything you come up with will.

So, back to your original point, OP -- if I draw art of your character, or put them in my comics, or give a kudo on AO3, or nod in approval to a character you come up with, or reblog art you did, it does not canonize those things any more than me writing and sharing my own works does. It's fan content. It's all fan content. I'm glad you like my stuff and I'm flattered to hear you feel like it's semi-official, but it is you putting it in that space. I don't suddenly get a production team, thousands of artists, and a big payday from the networks because you think my stuff is good enough to warrant it, so please don't expect me to suddenly be okay with handing public relations the same way I would if I suddenly had all of that.

And this is the last statement I'm going to be making on yesterday's situation. I think too, I'll be taking a little hiatus from Tumblr until the next 'komic update on Tuesday.

Sorry for being quiet in the coming days, but I'm presently exhausted.

#tired #thanks for reading

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egg-emperor · 1 year

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If it makes you feel better, in the Japanese Script the Father Daughter stuff is exorcised entirely, it's unreal how much they went out of their way to remove that shit, the only and only thing that implies he sees her as anything resembling the English version is that "Good Girl" at the end and that's more patronizing than genuine.

https://imgur.com/gallery/sXoNsor here's what I got, ignore it's from 4chan.

If they are in fact real and accurate translations then it definitely does help me feel better immensely, at least being able to rest peacefully knowing that SoJ haven't forgotten who their character really is and how he'd really think and act in these situations. It raises a lot of questions about how the fuck we ended up getting sudden Tinker forced into the English version at the end though.

But at the same time this would also answer a lot of questions. The father daughter dynamic on Eggman's side feels extremely random out of nowhere and tacked on in the memos and final scenes. It only makes sense and actually shows development on Sage's side much more blatantly over time while with Eggman it was just suddenly like "oh btw he feels the same so emotional now cry"

The way he's ruder towards her just like any other creations lol now THAT'S Eggman. And how he apparently does say "greatest creation" instead of daughter. Oh my god that's exactly what I was saying he should've said instead. It would've been way more accurate to make it clear that he's taking pride in himself by extension as her creator, not her separately. And he's no family man.

I've got absolutely no problem with the casual "good girl" like he would do with any creation that serves him exceptionally to get them to stay loyal to him. It's so much more casual like it should be and better than acting like he can just suddenly be a father figure in a way so deep and sincere and sad and demand us to like it through rushed and lazy attempts at inducing emotion.

Those small tweaks to the dialogue and total removal of Eggman calling her his daughter changes everything and makes so much more sense and it probably explains why it feels so tacked on in the English version. I'm still mad and upset that it's different there, maybe even more now if this is true but man am I glad that Sega of Japan still know who Eggman really is if that's the case.

I can't believe people are complaining about it lol. Eggman's characterization is so much better and accurate here if you actually like, understand, and care about how he truly thinks and feels and acts. That looks like the Eggman I really know and love! It better be real and accurate, I deserve just one thing if I'm gonna have to deal with the masses highly praising the English version without question.

#asks #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #sonic frontiers #my post

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nagichi-boop · 1 year

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ROTTMNT Fanfic - Teddytello

That's right, ya boy is writing rottmnt angst now. Be prepared for most of the angst I write to be about Donnie, I project onto him so much. And honestly, don't we all write angst for the characters we love the most? No? Oh well.

-- x --

"Ah, at last," Donnie spoke triumphantly, twirling around in his chair a few times with his newest creation in hand, raised high above him proudly. "I have finally invented something that will solve my greatest adversary. And, of course, simplicity is key." He lowered the item to eye level and stared contemplatively at it, pouting a little. "I just hope this doesn't become the new Albearto." He stood up from his seat, then after letting out a sigh, he left his lab to find his brothers, carrying his creation under his arm.

Donnie took confident strides towards the sewer's skateramp area where he knew his brothers usually gathered. As predicted, they were all there - Leo was practicing his skating while Mikey cheered him on and Raph cautiously observed.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," Donnie loudly called out, announcing his arrival. Leo, who was in the middle of a handstand atop his skateboard at the top of the ramp, wavered a little after being startled by his brother, which caused his skateboard to tip over the edge and slide down, with Leo falling off and sliding behind it. Mikey giggled at the spectacle and jogged over to his older brother, making sure he was okay. Raph turned to Donnie, then raised a curious eyebrow at him.

"Hey Donnie," Raph greeted, then glanced down at what was under Donnie's arm. "Whatcha got there?"

"Oh, this?" Donnie smirked smugly, placing his free hand on his hip briefly. Leo and Mikey, having recovered from the previous mishap, had now stood up and came closer to Donnie, also curious about what he was holding with mixed expressions. "Brothers, may I present to you...Teddytello!" He thrust the plush version of himself in his brothers' faces, causing them to back up a little. Mikey's eyes lit up excitedly.

"Wow Donnie, he looks just like you," Mikey complimented enthusiastically, flapping his fists a little. "So this is why you wanted to learn how to sew!"

Donnie chuckled confidently. "Why yes it is, my dear Michelangelo." He then held a fist up, dramatically preparing himself for an 'emotional' speech. "It took much blood, sweat and tears to perfect this latest creation of mine. But did I give up? No - I persevered. I had to finish this ingenious invention." He then turned to his brothers, extending an open hand to them. "I did this all for you, dear brothers."

The three of them stared at Donnie in confusion for a moment before Mikey smiled excitedly.

"Can I hold it?" he asked.

"Of course," Donnie replied, handing over the plush to his younger brother. Mikey held it by the torso, then rotated it in his hands to investigate.

"This looks incredible, Donnie," he praised once again. Donnie tried to hide his contentment.

"Is that all it is?" Leo groaned disappointedly, which warranted a disapproving glare from Raph.

"Oh how you underestimate me," Donnie answered, shakily his head. "Mikey, perhaps you wouldn't mind demonstrating a hug on Teddytello?"

Mikey nodded compliantly, then tightly held the plush, pressing his face against it. The plush proceeded to make soft chirping noises, just loud enough that the brothers could all hear.

"Woah Donnie, did you record this?" Mikey asked sincerely.

Donnie cleared his throat nervously, his cheeks tinting red. "I cannot comment on that." Before his brothers could call out Donnie's blatant avoidance, Mikey let out a surprised gasp.

"I think the plushie is warming up," Mikey commented nervously. "Is that meant to happen?"

"Indeed it is," Donnie assured. "I specifically designed this plush to heat up and make noise when it is held like this."

"I still don't get it," Leo confessed. "What is the purpose of this?"

Donnie went quiet for a moment, his confident façade dropping a bit. "Well, I know how physically affectionate you are. And how...uncomfortable it can make me. I know you all understand this about me and respect it, but I do feel guilty that I cannot provide for you in this way all the time." A smile crept on his face. "That's why I figured I should make this for those times that I am unavailable."

Raph's expression dropped a little, but before he could say anything, Leo snatched the plush from Mikey, squeezing it a little more fiercely than Mikey did. He then smirked.

"Wow Donnie, this is amazing," Leo praised, though only Raph seemed to notice the sarcastic tone. "This plush might even be a better hugger than you." Donnie clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Yeah," Mikey agreed in blissful ignorance. "It's super soft and the warmth is comforting."

Donnie twiddled his fingers uncomfortably. "Yes, well, I did add the heat feature to simulate body warmth like you would receive from a hug." He was about to continue speaking, but after having his mouth agape for a moment, he closed it defeatedly. He then folded his arms nervously and began tapping his fingers restlessly.

"This is great, Donnie," Mikey chirped, happily bouncing up and down by bending his legs. "Now we can hug you whenever we want!" Donnie snarled quietly, trying to stifle his frustration.

"Say Donnie, did you program this plush to ramble at us?" Leo asked teasingly.

"No," Donnie answered bluntly through gritted teeth, a little hurt by the question.

"Awesome!" Leo then grinned smugly at Donnie. "Thanks for the new brother!"

"WELL, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE HIM SO MUCH!" Donnie snapped in annoyance, startling his brothers. His eyes widened for a second before narrowing again. He then yelled loudly and turned to leave the room. After he had left, Mikey and Raph scowled at Leo.

"What? I didn't say anything wrong," Leo excused as he looked between his brothers.

"You went too far, Leo," Raph huffed.

"Donnie puts up with our hugs a lot, even though it makes him uncomfortable," Mikey added, twirling his fingers anxiously. "But he doesn't completely hate it when we hug him, it's just that he likes it when he hugs us first."

"I don't see your point," Leo huffed in irritation.

"You acted like this plush is better than Donnie," Mikey continued sadly. "Wouldn't you be upset if we replaced you with something you gave to us as a gift?"

Leo frowned for a moment, then his expression softened. "I guess I took the joke a bit too far," Leo admitted.

"You think?" Raph sharply remarked.

"Okay, I get it, I acted like a jerk." Leo nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I'll go talk to him."

"I'll come with you," Mikey offered.

"Actually Mikey, could you give me 10 minutes with Donnie alone?" Leo asked gently, to which Mikey reluctantly nodded. Leo placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks, buddy." With the plush under his arm, Leo left the room, leaving Raph behind with a worried Mikey.

"Don't worry, big man," Raph assured, pulling Mikey into a side hug. "Those two may have their differences, but they always get through them."

Leo reluctantly entered Donnie's room, quickly scanning around the room to find Donnie laying facedown on his bed grumbling into his pillow.

"Hey, Donnie?" Leo spoke with a hint of playfulness.

"Go away," Donnie demanded, raising his head to speak before plopping it back onto his pillow.

"Can you hear me out first?" Leo asked cautiously. After a few seconds of silence, Leo took it as his cue to continue. "I'm sorry about what I said in the other room. You know I was only joking, right?"

Donnie suddenly turn on his side, scowling at Leo. "So because you were joking, that negates any of the negative repercussions of your actions?"

Leo flinched. "What? No, that's not what I meant." He broke eye contact, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ah, so you making comments about my tendencies to ramble and such were purely comedic and not at all coming from a place of self truth?" Donnie snarled sarcastically.

Leo's eyes widened. "Well, not exactly. I will admit, sometimes when you rabbit away at me about technical gibberish I get a little exasperated. But that's only because I don't really understand what you're talking about. I'm not saying I want you to shut up all together. In a way I am actually...a bit jealous of you."

"Jealous? Oh please, Leo, don't start trying to crawl out of this with such a desperate excuse," Donnie snapped angrily.

"I'm being serious, Don," Leo pressed with adamance, causing Donnie to untense a little. “You are incredibly smart and creative. We wouldn't be where we are as a team- no, as a family without you. When I see you and your tech, Mikey's artistry and Raph's strength, I feel so pathetic in comparison. I...don't have any of that." He forced a smile before continuing. "I think you'd all do fine or maybe even better without me." His smile dropped a little. "You all almost died because of me after all. You all wouldn't have let that happen if you were in my position, I'm sure."

Donnie sat up with a worried expression. "You...don't really believe all that, do you?"

Leo chuckled nervously. "I mean, I'm not exactly wrong, am I?" He then took the plush from under his arm and held it in his hands. "I guess that's why I am so competitive with you all. I just...I want a chance to be the best at something, anything, so I can stop feeling like the spare wheel." He unknowingly began to tighten his grip on the plush, his face scrunching a little whilst still trying to maintain his fake confidence. "Though, maybe I'd be more useful to you all in the Prison Dimension-"

"Don't you dare finish that thought, Leo." Donnie snapped with tears in his eyes, bringing Leo's attention back to his brother.

"W-wait, I didn't mean-"

Before Leo could finish his sentence, Donnie leapt out of his bed and hugged Leo tightly, catching him off guard and causing him to drop the plush version of his brother.

"D-Donnie? What are you..." Leo became choked up, his vision blurring from his tears. "I'm sorry," he whimpered, wrapping his arms around Donnie and nestling his head in his brother's shoulders. Donnie's eyes welled up more and he tightened his grip of Leo. The two of them stood there for a while as Leo attempted to cry as quietly as possible, not wanting his other brothers to overhear. Eventually he pulled away, wiping his eyes.

"Did that help?" Donnie asked nervously.

"It sure did," Leo answered, once again forcing a smile. "If I had to rate the experience, I'd say I am extremely satisfied." He smirked and winked playfully at his brother. Donnie smiled a little before looking at his creation and frowning a little.

"It probably would have been more satisfying coming from Teddytello," he reluctantly noted. "After all, I designed him specifically to be superior to me in hugging. Not that it's a particularly difficult feat."

"Well, maybe in theory it would be a better hugger," Leo spoke rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But what makes your hugs so special is that it's you! And I know you don't always want to hug, but that just makes the times you do hug us all the more special!"

Donnie blushed a little from embarrassment. "Ugh, Mikey is way better for this mushy stuff." He looked at Leo, who was now grinning cheekily. "But...I suppose it's fine if it's you every now and then. It's not often we really open up to each other, huh?"

Leo scratched his cheek. "Yeah, you're not wrong about that. I guess neither of us really likes to be vulnerable." Leo then went quiet, looking away as he fell deep into thought, his face expressing guilt. "While we are being honest though, I just want you to know that no amount of tech or anything could replace you. You know that, right?"

Donnie fell silent. "Well...admittedly, it does appear to me that sometimes you value my inventions more than me. I've always somewhat believed that if my tech were to no longer be of use to you all, I'd have no use on the team. For a while, I became bitter than you were all using your mystic powers when all I had was my unreliable tech. It’s no wonder you appear disinterested whenever I create something new.”

"What are you talking about? Your tech is amazing!" Leo's eyes lit up with a genuine admiration. "It's always awesome to see what you can do. And sure, sometimes your inventions don't work as planned, but the same could be said of our mystic powers. Have you forgotten how long it took for me to get my portals to work how I wanted them to?"

Donnie chuckled. "I remember."

"Exactly." Leo smiled warmly. "Besides, without your tech, we would all be turtle meat by now. You saved us all from the Krang with your escape pod thingies." He glanced down before continuing, his smile fading. "Meanwhile, I was the one constantly putting you all in danger."

"Perhaps, but you were put in an extremely difficult position," Donnie spoke honestly. "You didn't know how important that key was before Casey arrived - none of us did. And for the situation to change so quickly...it's no wonder you became panicked. Could you have benefitted from listening to us earlier? Maybe. But I can't say I wouldn't have acted similarly in your situation. And when it came down to it, you were willing to risk you life to save us all. I...don't know that I would have had your resolve. We are all alive thanks to that sacrifice. And not just us, you saved everyone." Donnie looked away. "Though had you of not come back, I don't know if I would have been able to forgive you. I know you did what you had to in order to protect us, but you're still our brother, you know? Nothing and no one could have filled the void you would have left if we weren't able to bring you home."

Leo smiled bittersweetly. "I know. There was probably a million things I could have done differently. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered to me was keeping you all safe. I was willing to trade my life for you. And I'd do it again if it meant keeping you all safe."

"And I don't want to lose either of you," Mikey interjected, startling both of his brothers.

"Sorry guys," Raph apologised. "I tried to stop him but Mikey insisted on seeing you both."

Mikey teared up. "I love you both so much", he continued, ignoring what Raph has said. "I don't want to lose either of you, ever! You're both too important to me, with or without your weapons or your tech." He then began wiping his tears with his hands, helpless to stop the tears.

"I'm sorry, Mikey," Leo apologies, turning and hugging his brother softly. Without hesitating, Donnie joined them, wrapping his arms around his brothers, to which Raph gently held the three of them, doing his best not to make Donnie uncomfortable. They all teared up, recalling the events of when the Krang invaded. None of them ever wanted to experience that again.

"I'm okay now, guys," Mikey eventually spoke up sheepishly, which prompted the others to back off slowly. "I didn't mean to get emotional out of nowhere."

"It's okay, Mikey," Donnie assured, then side eyed Leo. "I think sometimes we all need a moment to just feel our emotions fully." Leo knelt down and picked up the plush Donnie again, pouting. He hugged it again, then scowled and threw it away, dusting his hands off after.

"Yeah no, I still prefer the real thing," Leo remarked. "With all due respect, Donnie, this might be the worst thing you've ever made."

Mikey giggled. "Yeah! I much prefer hugging you, even if that means I don't get hugs from you as often."

"It's super sweet that you did this for us, Donnie," Raph added. "But it's as the others said - there's no replacing the real thing."

Donnie beamed widely, blushing a little from the flattery. "Thank you, guys. It means a lot."

"Hug?" Mikey asked, opening his arms wide.

"Oh, uhh," Donnie stammered. "I think I might be at my capacity for hugs. Sorry Mikey." He glanced over at the plush, insecurity welling up inside of him.

"That's fine, I can wait," MIkey chirped. He then followed Donnie's gaze to the plush. "I don't need Dummytello, either. He's a terrible hugger." He then poked his tongue out at the plush, warranting a laugh from his brothers.

"Thank you," Donnie spoke softly. "I feel a lot better now."

"Anytime, bro," Leo said smugly. "Though next time you feel insecure about something, maybe don't make a plush replacement of yourself and just talk to us about it instead?"

Donnie frowned. "Speak for yourself, Liar-nardo."

Leo chuckled nervously. "Touché." He then cleared his throat. "So, uhh, you guys up for a family sleepover tonight? We can binge some Jupiter Jim movies. Eh? Eh?"

"Yay, sleepover!" Mikey cheered, bouncing up and down.

"Let's go get some pillows and blankets, Mikey," Raph suggested. "Leo and Donnie can get the films." As the two of them left the room, Raph nodded at them, then continued to make their way out.

"So what should we do with Dummytello?" Leo asked, pouting a little as he stared at the plush with contempt.

"Well, it would be a shame to completely scrap such a beautiful work of art," Donnie remarked playfully. "But I might be able to rework some of the components.

Leo then smirked. "You know, you never did answer Mikey on the chirping sounds the plush makes. Did you-"

"Aaand we are leaving," Donnie interrupted, bumping Leo as he left the room.

"Hey, wait up," Leo called out, catching up to his brother and leaving the room together as they engaged in a playful back and forth.

— x —

Not gonna lie, the idea sounded a lot better in my head. I’m bad at writing lolol~

#donatello hamato #rottmnt donnie #leonardo hamato #rottmnt leo #michelangelo hamato #rottmnt mikey #raphael hamato #rottmnt raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #nagichi writes

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updates-from-po-town · 1 year

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Oh so you like my stories, hmmm? How about another one then hehe. I believe I promised the story of when I wrestled a Machamp a while back, so how about that one.

It was when I was much younger, my early 20's. My friend from Johto I told you about last time, Kurt, he had heard about a rare apricorn up on Mt. Silver, a dangerous place at the best of time. So since I worked in mountain rescue services for Mt Lanakila and sometimes around the Johto region, he called me up to join him. I knew he would go up anyway, despite how dangerous that place is, it is restricted to only but the strongest trainers for a reason, I had to accept. I admit though I was interested and thrilled to go on another adventure with him.

The first part was simple enough, the guards for Mt. Silver don't generally expect two adult men to sneak in, they generally look for loud children, 12 - 14 year olds who think they can take on the world. Once inside the mountain, we worked our way through the caves until we could get onto the outside slopes of the mountain. It was harrowing to say the least, we spent three days on amongst the blinding snow, searching for the elusive Silver Apricorn. We had almost given up hope, when suddenly the snow cleared and there it was, in the center of a ring of rock spikes, as if waiting for the brave or foolish to claim their prize.

Kurt was a bit too overeager to claim it and rushed in without looking, as I was still at the edge of the ring I saw it before he did, and tackled him out of the way of the danger. A Machamp had come charging out of nowhere, seemingly with the intent of protecting the apricorn. We froze, staring at it, it staring at us. Slowly Kurt reached for his pokeball, the Machamp growled, Kurt stopped. It stopped growling. We seemed at an impasse, so close to our prize.

That's when I saw the subtle carvings around the ring, it wasn't a natural creation, it had been constructed as a wrestling ring! I knew then what I needed to do. I silently thanked Hala for the wrestling practice he got me to do, and then I stood up. Kurt looked at me like I had lost my mind, but the Machamp seemed to calm a little when it saw me ready my stance. Kurt scrambled to the edge of the ring and as soon as he reached it, the Machamp leapt into action.

I narrowly dodged the first lunge and went for a tackle front on. Word of advice, never tackle a Machamp front on, felt like tackling a brick wall. I managed to leap back before it had a chance to grab me, I knew one hit from it and I was done for, I had to think outside the box. I noticed it had a tendency to lean forward slightly, so I came up with a plan. I edged forward slowly, slowly, slowly until I was only 5 feet away. The Machamp lunged again, but this time instead of leaping back, I leapt around, quickly getting behind it and before it recovered I tackled it from behind. I put all my force behind that tackle and combined with it still being slightly off balance from the previous lunge, it lost balance.

With a thunderous crash it toppled to the ground, I had felled the mighty guardian! However felled does not mean beaten, and in my brief moment of triumph I felt dread as it slowly rose from the ground... turned around... and bowed. It seemed to respect my win, and with it's duty done, it simply left... vanishing into the snow and mist of the mountain...

Kurt and I were left alone with the apricorn, after a moment of silence we remembered that it was there, hahaha. Overjoyed, Kurt raced to the apricorn, carefully plucked it and held it aloft, it's bright surface gleaming in the light. Soon he would make one of his greatest creations with it. But that is a story for another time...

I have rambled long enough, apologies for the long story.

Thank you for listening to an old man though.

Sincerely

Cecil Marthbridge

YOOOO THATS SO BADASS!!!

youre always welcome to drop a story in my inbox, Cec, this shit rules!

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #team skull #answered asks #team grandpa #story time with cecil

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keepthyfaithandthylight · 8 months

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Dear friends,

Once again I feel moved to speak on something. I am coming from a place, now, of a wilderness. Of screaming and tearing out your hair and clawing at your skin till your throat is raw and you’re bleeding, blood under your nails and in the sand. There is no season of life I’ve ever seen in my short time here on this side of eternity, no period of life where I’ve known such pain. Such desperation.

And yes, in all truth, such fear and terror.

So forgive me if this post is coming off as blunt, as vulnerable and raw. Because I am. I despise getting like this anywhere.

Please, dear friends, though you’ve read that part of the post, I wish for you to pay the most attention to this portion. No matter who you are, what you’ve done, where you’ve been, all of these things are trivial in comparison to the mercy of God. I’ve experienced it firsthand. While Saint-Just wrote of knowing God by His miracles, I know God by His mercy. His relentless and unending love, provision, strength and kindness. All of this, along with His miracles. There have been times when I have not known how I would eat that day, unsure of when a paycheck would arrive, and miraculously I managed to find enough money to but a small dinner, or a paycheck would arrive and I could eat.

While I have not known much trouble, or many tribulations, I have still weathered a storm or two. My only reason for survival was the Lord.

This world is a cold, cruel place. But I believe that humans are, by nature, good. Because we are made for the glory of God. This world is the way it is, ultimately, because it is fallen. It is broken and shattered and bleeding.

If there is one thing I desperately hope for you to glean from this post, it’s this: Do not ever doubt God’s love for you, do not ever doubt that you are valued and needed. The same God who created the trees, the oceans, mountains and skies thought that the world should have you, too. You are not here by accident, planned or unplanned. You were made intentionally.

Never doubt your beauty, in all of its uniqueness. Your features were handcrafted by the One who made the stars. They suit you beautifully, both He and I think so. Nothing about you is a mistake, not your nose, your teeth, your eyes, your hair, your height. You were expertly made by the world’s greatest artist and craftsman.

While some people may close their hearts and minds to you in the church, for whatever reason, Jesus does not. Neither will I. Both He and I love you immensely (though, there is no way I could ever hope to love you with as much intensity as the Lord, though I love you all with all of my heart. It is still a fallen world from an imperfect heart on my part). My arms are open to you, and my heart, and it is only a shadow of that of the Lord Jesus. Jesus endured the pain of the cross because He saw you on the other side. He was thinking of you and thought that yes, you are worth it.

So no matter what this world tells you, always remember. The One who is above all things thinks you are fearfully and wonderfully made, and that you are valuable. That you are worth enduring the pain of the cross. He thinks that you are not a mistake, that you are a wonderful creation, and His love will never end towards you. He sincerely wishes for you to be in paradise with Him for all eternity, no matter who you are or what you’ve done. You just have to trust Him and take Him up on His offer (psst, it’s free. The price has already been paid). He loves you beyond measure.

And I love you with all of the capability that my flawed, mortal and fractured heart can.

#I’ll be back to my regular posting I’ve just had a horrible week and wanted to share some honest words #ktfatl gets vulnerable #ktfatl posts #christianity #jesus loves you #God loves you #lgbtq community #LGBTQ+#frev

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✏ Lucien and Tristan on the other side once they both pass on, and the ensuing bickering over everything.

"Are you finished?" Tristan had heard the recollections in the patient black mood of atramentous silence. A form of detachment that wasn't quite the same he used to offer to Lucien when the two of them walked among the living. "No more piteous anecdotes of your murder of Finn, the only one among them who was worth anything? No more forlorn whining concerning my sister using you? The greatest of surprises, no doubt. No more distressing descriptions of that mediocre excuse for a sire you were cursed with having to rob a memory that belonged to the two of us in order to afflict you with helplessness during your last moments? Magnificent. Allow me to reiterate the question, being that the case: Are you finished?" He faced the other specter of a vampire with deliberate poise. "You always enjoyed your self-aggrandizing ramblings. For as arrogant as you passionately state to find me, I never cared much for such obvious remarks. Greatness, as well as the absence of greatness, often speak on its own. But just this one time, in the interest of ensuring you understand me perfectly well, I will employ your language: For the better part of a millennium I wrote the secret history of the world. In war and peace. In destruction and creation. I was the ceaseless wheel. The hidden musician that arranged the composition in all its grand and terrible magnificence and poetry. I'm beyond whatever miserable variation of measuring my spirit against a feather this is. And I'm not finished." After that he withdrew to his own. Pondering in pensive admittance. "But at present time I remain, I concede...Shattered. Incomplete. The ocean took its toll on me in a manner that transcended my demise. I find myself...scattered. It should be no matter. I always come back. And yet...I find it more arduous to achieve without her." For just a peculiar interlude of lingering seconds he seemed to act as if Lucien was no longer there. Addressing him again afterwards in nonchalant consultation. "So? Are you or are you not finished Lucien? Because if what you desire is some companionship to think back on glorious, old days while inhabiting this hollow existence, I am pleased to inform I will have to disappoint you. I have no intention of staying. All norms can be broken. And worlds themselves fracture under the right persuasions. Everything else is gone after my sire's death. So be it. I won't ever let her become a forgotten memory." He observed him unflinching determination. An the insinuation of a demand. "Whatever humiliating defeat you found at their hands? My interest couldn't be any lower. You once survived me and retained enough bravado as to hate me, Lucien. You are not so pathetic as to stay on your knees forever simply because your pesky ruse failed in the end." And that was, perhaps, the closest admittance of a sincere compliment that he had given him since the end of their masked century. "You dwelt this shadow of living for far longer. Be my guide. Help me understand this sombre realm and one way or another, I will free us from this imprisonment. Let us hate each other where we truly belong." The last words of the invitation were given after another marked pause. In strange poison and echoed closeness. "Brother of mine."

@kingmakercastle

#Kingmakercastle #Cellphone answers that I might have to edit/delete after I read them later.

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elizabethrobertajones · 2 years

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FFXIV Write: Day 8, Tepid

(My brain hurts and I feel very sick so I went for something extremely low effort :'D)

3 Times Cid Complained About His Coffee And One Time He Didn’t

“Nero!” Cid suddenly coughs from the desk where he has been working hard on a blueprint. “This coffee you brought me is tepid!”

Across the Ironworks, Nero looks up from his maniac tinkering with deep offence engraved on his face. “It was perfectly hot when I brought it to you! You’ve been so absorbed in your useless design and trying fruitlessly to make it take off the ground that you let it go cold. Don’t you dare accuse me of being the one to bring sub par coffee into this workshop!”

(Needless to say, Jessie did her best to keep them from being alone together, but occasionally no one was there to stand between them on a slow day in the workshop, and disasters happened.)

Cid merely laughs ruefully. “I suppose I did let time slip away.” He takes another sip of the cool drink, and turns his attention back to the page in front of him, leaving Nero scowling and seething

Not a week later, Cid is deep in the guts of a beautiful machine, and, pausing to fetch a magitek spanner, he sees a mug of coffee set beside his toolbox, and takes a grateful sip.

“Nero, we’ve talked about bringing me cold coffee!” He shouts at once.

From the floor, where he has spread all the springs and magical cogs of his latest creation in an array that makes sense only to him, Nero looks up, wounded. “I brought that to you and tapped your shoulder and told you there was coffee. Is the great Cid Nan Garlond losing his memory with age? I specifically insisted you drink it.”

“Oh, I hardly paid attention to what you were saying, as I usually do,” Cid replies, rather less playful than his normal humour. It has been a wearing time between them, certainly.

Time passes, and friends pour in and out of the Ironworks, but alas there must be lulls where the two geniuses find themselves once more bent over wiring, fine tuning mechanisms, one oblivious, one quietly seething at the sight of the other’s work, and none have been in the room all afternoon save themselves and their one-sided psychodrama.

And of course Cid looks up from his detailed work, rubs his eyes, and takes a gulp from the mug beside him. “Oh, Nero, why can’t you ever make a warm coffee?” he laments, more to himself, though audible enough to reach the ever-vigilant ears of his erstwhile rival. Of course, all the tension has slipped right by him and, thinking only of his work, he forgets once more that there’s anything more than a vague correlation between Nero and cold coffee.

“Oh! Oh!” Nero starts off at once, throwing down his tools. “I made that coffee with the very same Mark XIV Thermocoil Boilmaster your assistant Wedge is so proud of flaunting any time he’s forced to scrape for the victories of your little workshop. And yet it’s not good enough for you? Because you let it go cold again! And meanwhile here I am slaving away at your behest, creating only the greatest works of my career, and all you can think of is to accuse me of not being able to manufacture a single cup of hot water every time I bring you a coffee!”

“I – I didn’t realise you felt that way. I’m sorry, Nero. I sincerely forgot that you had brought me this drink. Thank you for attending to me when even I forget myself!”

Nero seethes and hisses like the aforementioned kettle, but sits down again.

A few days later, Cid is working alone, when there’s an almighty thump on his desk, shaking him back from his craftsman’s reverie to see Nero has slammed a shiny red and gold cylinder on his desk. “There. Have your coffee, and shut up,” Nero growls.

“What is this?” Cid asks, bemused.

“I took valuable moments of my finite time in this world that could have been spent dreaming up machines beyond your ability to fathom, and instead created this cup that will keep your coffee warm, so that you may forget it at you please,” Nero snarls. He grasps either half of the cylinder and twists – the gold seam opens, a seal parts with a soft hiss of secret inner workings, and a full cup of steaming coffee is revealed inside.

“That’s incredible!” Cid takes a sip at once, and has to veer away from the scalding liquid. “You must talk with Wedge about producing these along with the kettle! He will be delighted by your innovations in hot drink technology!”

“I didn’t do it for the recognition,” Nero scoffs, then straightens up, startled by his own words. He blushes, turns on his heel, and stomps away.

Cid shakes his head, baffled, sets the cup down, the lid still unscrewed and sitting forgotten on the desk, and returns to his work.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #i wrote this

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elspethdixon · 2 years

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The prompt for day 1 of Angbang week is actually Seduction and/or Adoration, but for some reason I got it into my head that the first prompt was “Worship.” So I spent several hours last night preparing both a photo set and some Sauron character meta around that theme.

I think the aspect of Sauron as high priest of the dark religion of fallen Númenor is often under-explored.

A lot of people interpret Sauron starting a Morgoth-worshipping cult under Al-Pharazon as entirely about building his own power, or as Sauron using the worship of Morgoth as a way to corrupt the Númenoreans in order to make them follow him, and ditto for the way the orcs are all made to worship first Morgoth and then, eventually Sauron himself. Or, if they’re Angbang shippers, they assume the sacrifices in Númenor were purely an attempt by a grief-stricken Sauron to resurrect/summon/contact Morgoth.

Both of those are equally valid interpretations (and you can easily opt for ?porqoi no los dos? and have Sauron motivated by both desires at once), but I think it would be really interesting for fandom to explore the idea that actually, it was all completely sincere and Sauron literally did worship Melkor as his god. Melkor is a vala, after all, and worshiping one of the Valar as your primary deity rather than Eru Illuvatar isn’t unheard of in Arda -the dwarves worship only Aule. And Melkor isn’t just the greatest of the Valar (from Sauron’s perspective), he’s also a prophet-like figure who “saw through” the hypocrisy of Illuvatar and the other Valar to find his own truth and create his own vision.

Whether you add a romantic element or not (I personally think there was definitely love there, and like to envision Sauron conducting gruesome human sacrifices in Númenor while giving off the same weirdly horny-for-god vibe as those medieval catholic nuns who liked to go on and on about how tasting Christ’s flesh during communion filled them with ecstasy, or that’s embodied in Bernini’s porntastic statue of The ecstasy of Saint Theresa), I’d like to see someone portray Sauron-as-religious-zealot, a Sauron convinced that Melkor’s guidance and influence “saved” him from an existence of blind, mediocre servitude and opened his eyes to the true nature of reality/power/creation. A Sauron who sees Melkor’s defeat and exile within the void as a form of martyrdom, something like an evil Christ-figure, who was persecuted at the ignorant hands of his complacent siblings and on some level sacrificed himself so that Sauron and his other most beloved followers might continue on. A Sauron who wants to conquer all of Arda not simply to rule it or destroy it, but to bring all its peoples into the dark light of the only true Vala, or else slaughter them as offerings to his dark glory.

I think, given the Catholic underpinnings of Tolkien’s cosmology, that a sort of Melkor as warped dark Christ figure/anti-christ (or technically Sauron as antichrist, since he’s the one presenting himself as a helper of mankind in Númenor only to lead people astray, a la the biblical antichrist, in a way that is probably not a coincidence) wouldn’t be that far out there as an interpretation of canon, and honestly, if the otherwise dreadful-sounding Rings of Power series happened to feature religious-zealot!true-believer!Sauron then I’d be willing to forgive them a lot for having a truly different/original take on the Dark Lord that no official adaptation had done yet. (They won’t, though, because if anyone on that show’s creative team was putting any real thought into it, then they’d have thought to get the actor playing Elrond a halfway decent long wig.)

#angbang #sauron #numenor #Cult of Melkor #the role of the white tree shall be played by ghost eucalyptus #the role of the temple of Morgoth shall be played by the Roman pantheon #the second-best irl double for it #because the building that’s the best match is too instantly recognizable

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9th June >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Feast Saint Columba (Colum Cille), Abbot

Friday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time

Saint Ephraem, Deacon, Doctor.

Feast Saint Columba (Colum Cille), Abbot

(Liturgical Colour: White: A(1))

Either:

First Reading Romans 12:1-2,9-13 The Christian life, a spiritual worship.

Think of God’s mercy, my brothers, and worship him, I beg you, in a way that is worthy of thinking beings, by offering your living bodies as a holy sacrifice, truly pleasing to God. Do not model yourselves on the behaviour of the world around you, but let your behaviour change, modelled by your new mind. This is the only way to discover the will of God and know what is good, what it is that God wants, what is the perfect thing to do.

Do not let your love be a pretence, but sincerely prefer good to evil. Love each other as much as brothers should, and have a profound respect for each other. Work for the Lord with untiring effort and with great earnestness of spirit. If you have hope, this will make you cheerful. Do not give up if trials come; and keep on praying. If any of the saints are in need you must share with them; and you should make hospitality your special care.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading 2 Corinthians 5:14-21 From now onwards we do not judge anyone by the standards of the flesh.

The love of Christ overwhelms us when we reflect that if one man has died for all, then all men should be dead; and the reason he died for all was so that living men should live no longer for themselves, but for him who died and was raised to life for them.

From now onwards, therefore, we do not judge anyone by the standards of the flesh. Even if we did once know Christ in the flesh, that is not how we know him now. And for anyone who is in Christ, there is a new creation; the old creation has gone, and now the new one is here. It is all God’s work. It was God who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the work of handing on this reconciliation. In other words, God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, not holding men’s faults against them, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. So we are ambassadors for Christ; it is as though God were appealing through us, and the appeal that we make in Christ’s name is: be reconciled to God. For our sake God made the sinless one into sin, so that in him we might become the goodness of God.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 33(34):2-3,10-15

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

I will bless the Lord at all times, his praise always on my lips; in the Lord my soul shall make its boast. The humble shall hear and be glad.

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Revere the Lord, you his saints. They lack nothing, those who revere him. Strong lions suffer want and go hungry but those who seek the Lord lack no blessing.

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Come, children, and hear me that I may teach you the fear of the Lord. Who is he who longs for life and many days, to enjoy his prosperity?

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Then keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit. Turn aside from evil and do good; seek and strive after peace.

R/ Taste and see that the Lord is good.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:3

Alleluia, alleluia! How happy are the poor in spirit: theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Alleluia!

Or: Matthew 5:6

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy those who hunger and thirst for what is right: they shall be satisfied. Alleluia!

Or: Mt5:8

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy the pure in heart: they shall see God. Alleluia!

Or: Mt11:25

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed are you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, for revealing the mysteries of the kingdom to mere children. Alleluia!

Or: Mt23:11,12

Alleluia, alleluia! The greatest among you must be your servant, says the Lord: the man who humbles himself will be exalted. Alleluia!

Or: Mt11:28

Alleluia, alleluia! Come to me, all you who labour and are overburdened and I will give you rest, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: Lk21:36

Alleluia, alleluia! Stay awake, praying at all times for the strength to stand with confidence before the Son of Man. Alleluia!

Or: Jn8:12

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the light of the world, says the Lord; anyone who follows me will have the light of life. Alleluia!

Or: Jn8:31-32

Alleluia, alleluia! If you make my word your home you will indeed be my disciples, and you will learn the truth, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: Jn13:34

Alleluia, alleluia! I give you a new commandment: love one another just as I have loved you, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: Jn14:23

Alleluia, alleluia! If anyone loves me he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we shall come to him. Alleluia!

Or: Jn15:4,5

Alleluia, alleluia! Make your home in me, as I make mine in you, says the Lord; whoever remains in me bears fruit in plenty. Alleluia!

Or: Jn15:9,5

Alleluia, alleluia! Remain in my love, says the Lord; whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty. Alleluia!

Either:

Gospel Matthew 8:18-27 Give everything you own to the poor, and follow me.

When Jesus saw the great crowds all about him he gave orders to leave for the other side. One of the scribes then came up and said to him, ‘Master, I will follow you wherever you go.’ Jesus replied, ‘Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.’

Another man, one of his disciples, said to him, ‘Sir, let me go and bury my father first.’ But Jesus replied, ‘Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their dead.’

Jesus got into the boat followed by his disciples. Without warning a storm broke over the lake, so violent that the waves were breaking right over the boat. But he was asleep. So they went to him and woke him saying, ‘Save us, Lord, we are going down!’ And he said to them, ‘Why are you so frightened, you men of little faith?’ And with that he stood up and rebuked the winds and the sea; and all was calm again. The men were astounded and said, ‘Whatever kind of man is this? Even the winds and the sea obey him.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

Or:

Gospel Matthew 19:27-29 They will be repaid a hundred times over and inherit eternal life.

Peter spoke to Jesus. ‘What about us?’ he said. ‘We have left everything and followed you. What are we to have, then?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I tell you solemnly, when all is made new and the Son of Man sits on his throne of glory, you will yourselves sit on twelve thrones to judge the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses, brothers, sisters, father, mother, children or land for the sake of my name will be repaid a hundred times over, and also inherit eternal life.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Friday, Ninth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A(1))

First Reading Tobit 11:5-17 Tobit's sight is restored to him.

Anna was sitting, watching the road by which her son would come. She was sure at once it must be he and said to the father, ‘Here comes your son, with his companion.’

Raphael said to Tobias before he reached his father, ‘I give you my word that your father’s eyes will open. You must put the fish’s gall to his eyes; the medicine will smart and will draw a filmy white skin off his eyes. And your father will be able to see and look on the light.’ The mother ran forward and threw her arms round her son’s neck. ‘Now I can die,’ she said ‘I have seen you again.’ And she wept. Tobit rose to his feet and stumbled across the courtyard through the door. Tobias came on towards him (he had the fish’s gall in his hand). He blew into his eyes and said, steadying him, ‘Take courage, father!’ With this he applied the medicine, left it there a while, then with both hands peeled away a filmy skin from the corners of his eyes. Then his father fell on his neck and wept. He exclaimed, ‘I can see, my son, the light of my eyes!’ And he said:

‘Blessed be God! Blessed be his great name! Blessed be all his holy angels! Blessed be his great name for evermore! For he had scourged me and now has had pity on me and I see my son Tobias.’

Tobias went into the house, and with a loud voice joyfully blessed God. Then he told his father everything: how his journey had been successful and he had brought the silver back; how he had married Sarah, the daughter of Raguel; how she was following him now, close behind, and could not be far from the gates of Nineveh.

Tobit set off to the gates of Nineveh to meet his daughter-in-law, giving joyful praise to God as he went. When the people of Nineveh saw him walking without a guide and stepping forward as briskly as of old, they were astonished. Tobit described to them how God had taken pity on him and had opened his eyes. Then Tobit met Sarah, the bride of his son Tobias, and blessed her in these words, ‘Welcome, daughter! Blessed be your God for sending you to us, my daughter. Blessings on your father, blessings on my son Tobias, blessings on yourself, my daughter. Welcome now to your own house in joyfulness and in blessedness. Come in, my daughter.’ He held a feast that day for all the Jews of Nineveh.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 145(146):2,7-10