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givemearmstopraywith · 2 months

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yo! I’ve seen some of your posts around, so I figured I’d come to the source. I’ve been hesitant to engage with liberation theology as my journey moving away from of the evangelical faith I was raised in still feels recent, amorphous and short (I’m still in undergrad). I’m wondering how you’d present liberation theology to someone who’s wary but willing to engage with theology after a couple years of attempted cold turkey, but really interested in gaining consciousness of white supremacy in the way they might generalize the Christianity they reject

liberation theology is at its core not white theology. it's inceptors are all latino. its also catholic. i find it as antithical to evangelical christianity as you can get without actually going outside of christianity. evangelicalism is inherently capitalistic and protestant. liberation theology deeply marxist. it is the lived, rather than theoretical, preference for the poor and marginalized.

but liberation theology is hard. it's hard to live and it's hard to practice. it requires an exteriority that feels dangerous and vulnerable. it is vulnerable. liberation theology means liberation for everyone: not only those we like and can empathize with, but also those we do not like. our oppressors, our tormentors, our abusers. it is recognizing how everyone is in their own secret bondage and knowing that where human justice falls short, God's justice is eternal, infernal, and beautiful. it's generous. the world is not.

liberation theology also asserts the divine goodness of God, because a God who loves us is also a God who will liberate us. this is the whole thread that runs through the story of christianity when it is stripped of institutionalized bigotry and dogma. God's story is a love story. he is trying to break the chains we make for ourselves. the chains we are forced to wear by others.

my general primer for intro to liberation theology is gustavo guiterrez, leonardo boff (both latino liberation theologians, the father of the field), and james cone (black theology). also marcella althaus-reid and carter heyward (queer and indecent theology), naim ateek (palestinian liberation theology), and m shawn copeland (womanist, or black feminist, liberation theology). this isnt comprehensive, but they are the liberation theologians i've read and loved, as a person who felt disconnected from my faith after interactions with the evangelical church, when i was trying to find my way back to God just after i finished undergrad.

i will also add, you mentioned you're still in undergrad. you have God's whole messy eternity ahead of you to find him. he wants you: if you want him, he's waiting. you'll find him. you've got this.

#replies #sorry if this is not a great response but i wanted to send it before i went to bed

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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You're waiting for a train...(16) - Epilogue

I Dreamed We'd Grow Old Together...

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Robert and Y/n's life over the next five years

word count - 2k

warnings - pregnancy, and an insane amount of fluff

a/n - and so it ends! This fic has been very important to me and has given me such a great outlet. I want to thank you all for your continued love and support for this fic! If it hadnt been for you guys I probably wouldnt have had enough confidence to continue it!

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a/n pt2 - Also seeing as I have fallen in love with this relationship I will be accepting questions and headcanons on their relationship!

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And so we came together. It felt like the culmination of a thousand dreams.

We went out on many dates. Robert would plan these luxurious and expensive expressions of affection: dinner at the fanciest restaurants, cinemas bought out for our private viewing experience. But we alternated who planned the dates, so when it came to my turn I went for the simplest. Walks on the beach, picnics in the park. One day I even found a crafting class for us, and I could’ve cried on the spot when I saw his eyes light up at the handmade windmills. Of course, he saw it as a happy coincidence when in reality I enjoyed feeling like I was healing his childhood self, one step at a time.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. We were out on a hike which I had chosen. He had grumbled about the idea of getting up early, but I could see the stress leave his body at the first gulp of forest air. I carried on ahead as he went to tie his shoe but when I turned back I gasped. Robert was down on one knee, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

“Y/n Cobb, I have loved you since that first moment I laid eyes on you, and I think even before that.” I walked closer to him so I could hold his other outstretched hand. Tears were streaming down my face and my smile was holding back an extremely loud yes. “I know how much you believe in dreams and so on. And last night I had a dream that we grew old together. When I woke up I knew it had to be my reality. Y/n Cobb, will you…”

I threw my arms around him.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I placed a loud kiss right on his lips.

“You could have at least let me finish!” He teasingly whined.

“Well I could see where you were going!” I argued back but was halted when he kissed me once more. We pulled away long enough so Robert could slide the ring onto my finger.

Safe to say, we did not finish the hike that day as we quickly went home to celebrate.

I had moved in with Robert before so we visited Dad and the kids for lunch the day after to give them the news. Dad had always been weary around Robert, not knowing if he would recognise him. But it was fine as, in my Dad’s words, ‘when Robert is around Y/n, it’s like the world doesn’t exist.’. Dad still couldn’t stop himself pulling Robert aside whilst Philippa was asking me a million questions about the wedding and if she could be a bridesmaid. All he did was roughly grab his hand and pulled him close and merely whispered

“She’s my precious girl. And I have a gun.”

Safe to say Robert was healthily shocked.

We got married weeks later as neither of us could wait. I told Robert I didn’t care about a big expensive wedding, but he couldn’t seem to accept that.

I got my wish for a small wedding in the garden of my childhood home, with just my closest friends. But everything else about it was still ridiculously posh. Right down to the flower arch we were married under.

James and Philippa were my brides’girl’ and brides’boy’. My father walked me down the makeshift aisle. Arthur and Eames were there as well as Yusuf and Ariadne. They were all worried about the risk of the inceptors being so close to the mark after the heist.

“There’s no telling what could trigger his memory.”

“Well, y/n spent the most time with him out of all of us and she’s marrying him.”

“We can’t all sleep with him!”

“ENOUGH!”

I then put a rule that there was to be no dream talk at my wedding. My father even gave his own little speech explaining that if anyone ruined my wedding, he would kill them. We all laughed but his continued silence quickly shut us all up.

Robert did not want any family there. And he also didn’t have friends he felt were close enough to warrant an invitation.

One night, whilst planning, I cautiously asked him about inviting his godfather. He tensed up and lowered his eyes. He brushed it off saying it would be too many people. I reluctantly agreed with him whilst looking at the sparsity of his side of the guests.

The wedding was beautiful, and we finished with dancing on the grass well into the early hours of the morning. I got my first dance with my father, a day I thought would never come. Philippa asked Robert to dance, and he graciously accepted, lifting her up onto his feet and they swayed alongside us.

The morning after we were curled up together in bed. My back leaned on his chest as he played with my fingers. The morning sun bleeding into my childhood bedroom.

“Where do you want to live?” His morning voice broke the quiet.

“I thought we were going to move into your house.” I tilted my head to look into his eyes which were trained on a picture of me, my dad and my mum.

“I don’t wanna go back. Being here, in this house, with all the love in it. I just don’t want to go back there.”

“Okay.” I leaned up and planted a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So if you could live in any house, anywhere in the world, where would you live?”

I snuggled myself back into his chest and closed my eyes as I imagined.

“Somewhere in the countryside, with a big sprawling garden that backs onto fields and forests with plenty of walks. The house should be cozy, with a big kitchen with an old fashioned stove that keeps us warm in winter. Wooden tables where I can cook and bake all day long till my hearts content. The house should have big windows so the sunlight can dictate our day. Small bedrooms but big comfy beds, fluffy rugs, open fires. And maybe even an extra room...with a cot.” I met his eyes for the last word.

“Yes.”

“To which bit?”

“To all of it.” We kissed passionately.

A few days later and Robert woke me up and told me we were going on a trip. We bundled into his car and drove for hours until we came to a stop outside a house that seeped with familiarity. I got out, transfixed by what stood before me. It was as real from my mind as if I had created it in my dream. Robert moved to unlock the little gate which led to the front door. He turned to me and held out a set of keys with a little windmill keychain.

“It needs a bit of work and I know I shouldn’t have bought it without showing you—”

“I love it.”

We didn’t need a honeymoon, the two weeks to ourselves spent decorating and filling the house with our love was enough. I drew designs for each room and Robert would do the heavy lifting. I could see how much he enjoyed working with his hands after dismantling his business a week into our relationship. I also was unable to help much as my hand found softly stroked a barely noticeable bump.

We relished in the days of decorating, where trying to paint a single wall would turn into silly games or dancing round to music, intermittent with many kisses and hugs.

Eventually we had built our home out of our house and we relaxed into our sofa, a bottle of red between us. We sealed the night with a kiss and it definitely didn’t end there.

Five Years Later

I stand at the sink washing our dishes from lunch and look out of the window onto our expansive garden. Robert runs about the grass, clad in soft jeans and a ratty knitted jumper. Our three darling children chase around him at varying speeds. Our eldest, Isla, holds her baby sister Aspen’s hand, and Nicholas, the youngest, toddles behind his sisters, excited to be involved.

Arthur runs up from behind and scoops Nicholas up into his arms through the giggling shrieks of the three. He bounces Nicholas up into the air. Isla and Aspen then run over and begin shouting up at their uncle for their turn.

I don’t hear Robert make his way into the house, I just feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and soft kisses being ladened up and down my neck. I sink back into his body which is warm from the sun. His arms snake down and his hands lay on mine.

“Leave those now. I’ll do them later.” I agree by turning in his arms so we can meet in a proper kiss. His fingers grip my waist and stroke my sides.

Our moment is interrupted by a loud opening of the door. I roll my eyes at the familiar sound and break apart to greet Eames at the door.

“Right! Where are my darling godchildren?”

“I give you a good time to come round, and you insist on coming just before their tea and bath time.”

He laughs and knocks my chin with his knuckle.

“Motherhood suits you.” I bat his hand away and gesture out the door. “Make it quick.”

I turn back to a still laughing Robert who quickly stops once he sees my stern face.

“I’ll ask Eames if he wants to stay for tea with Arthur.” He goes to go back into the garden.

“What you thinking for tea?” I ask his retreating form.

“Chicken and potatoes?”

“Delicious.” He smiles and leaves.

I begin sorting through the mail which still sat on the side. I smiled once I reached a postcard from Dad. He’d taken the kids to Disneyland for a week and sent a picture of them with Goofy. I pinned it up on our cork board.

My peaceful moment is soon interrupted.

“Y/n! Tell Arthur that I’m the favourite uncle!”

“Y/n! Tell Eames that fun does not have to mean dangerous!”

“Mama, mama, Uncle Eames turned me upside down and span me around!”

“See! Dangerous!”

“Honey, where’s the disinfectant? Aspen scraped her knee.”

“Mummy it really hurts!”

“Mama! Uppies! Uppies!”

I picked Nicholas up into my arms and simply giggled, perfectly happy with my life.

It was now night. Arthur and Eames had left after insisting on reading the kids stories which meant they were roped into reading 3 stories per child. Nicholas had gone down first. Then Aspen and even though Isla had loved staying up with mummy and daddy, tiredness had overcome her quickly. So Robert carried her up and tucked her into bed.

We now lay in bed together, curled up. Simply relishing in the silence that was so foreign in our big house.

“Do you wanna know something strange?” He broke the silence. “That day we met, I had a dream about a girl who I fell in love with. I like to think it was you.”

I bit my lip to stop myself uncontrollably grinning.

“And since then, my dreams have been consumed by you and our little family.”

I tried to meet his eyes, but he was locked in thought and I knew I couldn’t interrupt his thoughtfulness.

“The moment I met you I realised that I wanted to create my own family rather than continue working for one that never loved me.”

I hugged him tighter as his voice shook slightly.

“Well, that’s good. Because your family is about to get a little bigger.” I took his hand and drifted it down until it landed on a subtle bump.

“Perfect.” He kissed my hairline as his hand stroked up and down my stomach.

The silence resumed and we both fell deeper into the stillness of the night. But as I drifted off one thought plagued my mind.

Perhaps the idea never actually took hold.

Perhaps it was me and him.

Us together, that changed his life.

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ladymirdan · 6 months

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I do hate those silly plastic stands for the Inceptors. So I'm building the highest tactical rock known to mankind to compensate 😅

#warhammer 40k #40k #warhammer #ultramarines #space marines #wh40k #minibuilding #minis

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ghostshadow-k-r · 4 months

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Finally,freedom.

At least I could draw anytime until March,I guess?

So,let us start the game,shall we?

I must admit,his outfit was a pain to draw.

As a member of the investigation team,he approches the Phantom Theives of Heart with a obvious intention,which is investigate the increasing amount of those change heart cases.

There's no doubt that the PTs didn't believe him at first,since his appearance had reminded them about their former-traitor.Our dear inceptor also thought that he won't get attached with them arrogantly.

Of course,it miserably failed.As he gets to spend more time with them,he soon finds out that they are only a bunch of silly teenagers instead of being a gang of dangerous criminals.They even befriended his only family in the world after his wife's death — Madder Stream.

When he knows that his daughter had become a "Monarch" in that distorted metaverse they had showed him once before,he can't hold but step in it with Navi by his side.If wasn't the other PT was being caught......

But,well,every deep end always ends with a bounce back.If you manage to get through it though.Fortunately,our Wolf that will never let his grip off did it.

#my drawings #mlp au #digital art #shin megami tensai persona #persona 5 #persona 5 strikers #wolf #hasegawa zenkichi #sable stream #unicorn #madder stream

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ascender56 · 3 months

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A refined concept of the Inceptor class I designed a while ago

#star trek #star trek fanart #concept art #my art #fan design #star trek starships

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boymeetswerewolf · 2 years

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Sterek Week ‘22 // Day 3, A Box of Dreams / @sterekweek-2022

Pandora After months of studying a recently discovered exoplanet nicknamed "Pandora", astrophysicist Derek Hale suddenly collapses into a coma one day. When no discernable cause can be found through medical tests, his colleague, Lydia Martin, contacts inceptor Stiles Stilinski to track down Derek by entering his dreams. Stiles at first declines, but when Lydia explains that she thinks there might be a connection to Derek's coma and his work studying Pandora, Stiles's curiosity is piqued and he agrees. As an experienced inceptor, he's no stranger to strangeness of other people's dreams, but from the moment he steps into Derek's mind, he finds himself utterly lost and mesmerized at the same time. The closer he gets to discovering the truth about Derek and Pandora, the less he wants to return to the waking world…

#sterekweek2022 #sterekdreams #sterekedit #eternalsterek #my sterek #my art

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nightscalestudio · 3 months

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The Sergeant of Blood Angels Inceptor squad. A tutorial on brass and Blood Drop will be added to Patreon later.

#nightscalestudio #space marine #space marines #blood angels #primaris inceptors #inceptors #warhammer #warhammer40k #warhammer40000 #miniaturepainting #paintingminiature #painting comission

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denofimagination-blog · 2 years

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"We are the Ultramarines, the sons of Guilliman. Whilst we draw breath, we stand. Whilst we stand, we fight. Whilst we fight, we prevail. Nothing shall stay our wrath."

We are a miniature painting studio. If you need painting, converting, sculpting, assembling, LED lights - literally anything regarding the hobby, don’t hesitate - simply contact us via [email protected].

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space-catholic · 7 months

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Well, my floor is covered in Nuln Oil, but I finished painting a Tactical sergeant w/ power fist and storm bolter, a captain with a relic blade, a Devastator with a Plasma Cannon, Oldhammer Tigurius, and three plasma Inceptors.

Particularly happy with how the sergeant turned out.

Also pecans.

#space marines #warhammer 40000 #my art #ultramarines #miniatures

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tmblrfuckingsucksass · 3 months

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Inceptor Class Concept - art by Hunter-56

#star trek #inceptor class #federation starship #starfleet #25th century #united federation of planets #concept art #visual development #hunter-56

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totallyaspy · 6 months

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I finished up my last Inceptor. When drying on his stand, it just kept leaning forward, but I was able to stick a pin under his left foot to keep him more upright. Other than that painting and building went really well. Was able to get it done in one sitting.

And this is all three of the Inceptors together.

The next thing I'm working on will be my Jump Pack Captain and some terrain.

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usafphantom2 · 8 months

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BAE Systems tests on the F-35 its next generation of vehicle management computer

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 09/08/2023 - 16:00 in Military

BAE Systems' next-generation vehicle management computer has been successfully tested in flight on the F-35 Lightning II aircraft.

The test demonstrated a technological update for all three variants of the F-35 that will increase computer performance and solve obsolescence problems. The tests took place at Patuxent Naval Air Station and Edwards Air Base.

BAE Systems' Vehicle Management Computer (VMC) allows advanced control modes and improves mission efficiency and safety. Its distributed architecture allows the aircraft to operate reliably with greater mission effectiveness in demanding environments. The updated VMC will not only help mitigate obsolescence, but will also improve the safety, maintainability and availability of the aircraft for the U.S. military and its allies.

"The VMC provides the high integrity processing necessary to implement the advanced control algorithms that allow the critical missions of this platform," said Corin Beck, director of Military Aircraft Systems for Aircraft Controls and Solutions at BAE Systems. "This update took advantage of BAE Systems' technological roadmap to ensure that the F-35 advances its mission management and flight control capabilities today and in the future."

This technological update incorporates an advanced quad-core processor for an efficient and high-performance solution. The new level of computing power allows additional capabilities of the aircraft, while reducing the pilot's workload. It also adds advanced mission features to the VMC, such as the Joint Precision Approach and Landing System (JPALS) and the Automatic Ground Collision Prevention System (AGCAS).

BAE Systems has more than 40 years of experience in the development and integration of flight control technology for military and commercial platforms. Work at VMC takes place at the company's state-of-the-art engineering and manufacturing facilities in Endicott, New York.

BAE Systems is an important global partner of Lockheed Martin in the F-35 program. The company supplies the VMC, electronic warfare system, active inceptor control system and rear fuselage for each F-35 in manufacturing facilities in the US, UK and Australia. The company also offers sustainability services, technical support and training to keep the F-35s ready for the mission.

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Daytona Airshow and FIDAE. He has work published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work throughout the world of aviation.