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palatinewolfsblog · 1 year
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In the light of certain events...
Picture yourself in a dark room. Pitch black. No light at all. What can you do? Try to find the exit, of course. Or at least - light. So, i guess, you start moving forward. Slowly. Carefully. Step by step. Hands outstretched. There must be a wall somewhere. And in it a door or a light switch. Indeed. After what seems like an eternity you can feel it. The wall. A door. A door handle. Hope the door is not locked. And yes. It opens and - the dark room becomes light. The light floods the room. Not the other way around. That's the message of these days of december. No matter how dark it is sometimes, the light will conquer the darkness. We can trust this message. Just like the laws of physics.
Think about it - please... ;)
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thatscarletflycatcher · 6 months
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I always wanted a couple for Paul McCartney's Hope of Deliverance, and now I think Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane are it.
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fidjiefidjie · 1 year
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Bonne soirée 💙🆕️ 💙
Paul McCartney 🎶 Hope Of Deliverance
(The 7” Singles Box)
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myimaginaryradio · 6 months
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Hop Of Deliverance - Paul McCartney - 1993
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Paul McCartney - Hope Of Deliverance (Official Music Video)
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alessandro113 · 1 year
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Hope Of Deliverance
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taxus-fraud · 8 months
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My opponent just called upon the Oracles and scattered most of my pieces across space and time. Does anyone know the best counter in this situation?
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momentsbeforemass · 25 days
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The road away
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Today’s Gospel is the one about the disciples on the road to Emmaus. It’s a real town, a suburb of Jerusalem that goes by Al Qubeiba these days. But the name really doesn’t matter.
What matters is the name of the road. Because whatever you call the town, the road to it really isn’t the road to anything. In truth, it’s the road away.
For the disciples who are headed home, with the tragedy and horror of Good Friday fresh in their minds, with their hearts broken? For them, it’s the road away from the Jesus they knew and followed.
It’s the road away from deliverance. The road away from healing. The road away from hope.
You and I know exactly how it feels. Because we’ve gotten our hearts broken too, and found ourselves walking down the road away.
Maybe it was the road away after a death. Maybe it was the road away from a relationship that didn’t work out. Maybe it was the road away from sobriety. Maybe it was the road away from family that rejected us. Maybe it was the road away from faith.
Whatever it was, whether someone did it to us, we did it to ourselves, or it just happened, the reason we’re on the road away really doesn’t matter. Because it all hurts just as much.
But no matter what heartbreak sets us on the road away, just like the disciples in today’s Gospel, there’s Someone waiting for us on the road away.
Right in the middle of your heartbreak, the God who made you, the One who has always loved you, is waiting for you. Just for the chance to be with you.
Just for the chance to walk with you, at your pace.
To listen to you, as it all comes tumbling out.
To talk with you, about what’s breaking your heart. 
To love you, unconditionally.
To stay with you, always.
To heal you, for however long it takes.
Until the road away becomes the road to Home.
Today’s Readings
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morpheusdreamt · 1 year
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Been thinkin about the monster AUs again..
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bishicat · 11 months
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Adventure awaits ft. Henry of Skalitz (HUZZAH!)
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Ugh I'm never gonna be able to finish the first game in time Dx
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christianotome · 2 months
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“You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)
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patrice-bergerons · 2 years
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For the short angsty prompts, how about
" Who did this to you?"
Thankies :D
The door to his office opens without so much as a perfunctory knock to ask for permission.  If he was in a better mood, Q might find it remarkable that he can tell it is Bond who walks in from his gait alone, from the way his footsteps fall one after the other, lithe and sure of himself. 
Alas, he is not in a good mood, and it is only begrudgingly he tears his eyes away from the monitor to regard the agent.  Just as he thought, he catches a hard, furious expression forming on Bond’s face as his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.  Bond opens his mouth.  Q cuts him off.
“A a-” He gestures sharply to the whiteboard before turning his attention back to the screen.  The whiteboard reads-
NO ONE “DID THIS” TO ME
I CRASHED MY BIKE
MY FAULT ENTIRELY
He has broken his wrist, the left side of his face is badly bruised, and every field agent employed by Six appears to have joint custody of a single, communal brain cell.  The first ‘who did this to you’, uttered by 009 shortly after he returned from A&E, was endearing despite the mortification of the explanation that followed but that was five agents ago.
Bond laughs though—a rare, genuine bark of a laugh—and Q feels a knot he didn’t register before in his chest loosen a bit at the sound.
He looks up again from the code that is throwing nothing but a string of errors in his face; finds laughter lingering in the corners of Bond’s eyes still.  His eyes are the storm that will break you in two and the harbour that keeps you safe.
Q sighs.
“I feel as if I have been adopted by a pack of German shepherds.”  Feeling a bit more charitable now, he adds- “it’s endearing, I suppose.”
It earns him a smile—one part classic Bond, dazzling and up to no good, and one part something quieter and horribly out of place under the fluorescent lights of Q’s office.
“You are the reason we come home.”
Q’s gut twists at the words.  
He is the reason they come home but only for a short while—just last week he listened to 003 draw a last, ragged breath in Prague before evac could arrive.  Anything else Bond might mean by the words—it doesn’t bear thinking about.  Not with this wrist.  You are the reason I come home.
Some of it must show on his face, pain and frustration gnawing at his usually iron-clad defences.  Bond says, 
“The world is for once not on fire.  Take the rest of the day off.”
Q wants to argue with him just out of spite.  He is not some delicate flower all of his agents seem to think that he is.  He is fine and he can tell when he is good to continue and when he needs to take a step back without having to be told like a child, thank you very much.  Bond can’t come into his office and just say these things.
But Bond is right that they are for once in a miraculous lull of nefarious activity worldwide and he just doesn’t seem to be able to focus enough on this bloody simple coding project to crack it.  His wrist is all but calling for the codeine in his bag, the bruises on his body for the sweet covers of his bed.
And yet.
“You have too much work?”
Q nods, typing two lines of code one handed that get him nowhere.  He is not hurt that badly.
This doesn’t deter 007.
“Well, there is only one solution then,” he says walking up to Q, past his desk.  Q tries to summon the strength to stay annoyed with him.  He is annoyed with him.  It’s just that the playful mischief that rings in his voice is more addicting than any drug, more dangerous than any weapon—has been for years.
“Is that right?”
“I’ll have to kidnap you.”  Bond comes to a stop just by his chair.  “I’m informed I’m a mean old German shepherd.”  
Then without warning he raises hands he fashioned into claws and bares his teeth.
The sight is so unexpected and out of character, Q bursts out laughing, and laughs and laughs until there is no air left in his lungs and they feel as if they are being skewered by his bruised ribs.  When he wipes the tears from his eyes and can see clearly again he finds Bond looking ridiculously pleased with himself.  Happy, almost. 
Perhaps in another life.  A kinder, easier life, and he would have smiled like this every day.
In this one, Q settles for handing Bond a small victory.
“I’ll talk to R,” he says, standing up and suppressing a wince.
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my-name-is-jonas · 1 year
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Have you ever wondered what are the true powers of the tesseract
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The Lord will Deliver
He rescued us from so great a threat of death, and will continue to rescue us. On Him we have set our hope. And He will again rescue us [from danger and draw us near] — 2 Corinthians 1:10 | Amplified Bible (AMP) The Amplified Bible Copyright © 2015 by The Lockman Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: 1 Samuel 17:37; Daniel 3:17; Daniel 6:16; Romans 15:31; 2 Corinthians 1:9; 2 Corinthians 6:9; 1 Timothy 4:10
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Author, My actual name is Jiya 😭😭😭 pls- I find that so funny sjksjdj
Oh! That's quite the coincidence! I picked actual people names as name choices for the Messenger's steed because they're important travel companions (and also very majestic!). So I looked for names with significant or beautiful meanings, like Jiya. It's a very lovely name and thank you for sharing this tidbit with me!
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