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scentedpepper · 2 months

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Missions, Malaise and Migas Pt. III | Leon Kennedy

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Final Part

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

Summary: Leon and Y/N have some underlying issues. Ones they tried to warn DSO about.

Content Warnings: None

Other Pairings: Luis Sera x Reader

Author Note(s): Don't mind errors, I edited this half asleep

Things get less gender netrual here with he/him pronouns being used

The storm is back. The rain is pounding down on the window and you're not sure how much time has passed, only that the windows are practically fogged up now and Luis seems to have all the areas of your body that hurt wrapped up like a mummy.

You stay void of the areas that have bandages plastered to them as you wipe the grime from your body with a rag. When the water in the tub has turned a brown color you drain it and fill it halfways again, like a mop bucket.

The bathroom is silent other than the continous splash of soapy water and the scrubbing sound that emits from the rag moving too harshly against your skin. Your hair is damp, pushed back and out of your face.

And though you can hear Luis rummaging around in the other room and you can faintly smell something being cooked, it's not enough of a distraction to pull you away from your thoughts. It was stupid coming here without a word. You knew that. And you were dreading what would come after.

It was just a bad move.

Luis, bless his soul and his ability to set up a good atmosphere and help you feel comfortable, had taken to leaving you alone and making you ease into the change of setting. It would be rude not to appreciate it, or try to find a way to ask for his forgiveness instead.

You sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the tub, hands dipping into the water to unplug the drain and let the it escape. You step out after watching it swirl and swirl and swirl. But your movements feel slowed, as if the moment you step from this bathroom, your responsibilities come back to you. –Not that they ever left.

So you stay in there for a while, staring at yourself in the mirror. You comb through your hair with your fingers. More time than necessary is taken to check over everything. Some blotches and bags have formed underneath your eyes, tiredness seeping into your muscles, showing itself in different parts of you. It makes you annoyed. Wanting to leave, get your partner, go home.

"Mierda. " Luis cusses and you can only guess it's because he's burnt his finger on the skillet.

It's enough to move you away from your head and you reach for the boxers the man leant you without a second thought. You step into them slowly, and you pull them up even slower before settling on yourself in the mirror again, adjusting the waist band.

Your shoulder hurts and so do your hands, but everything else feels less stiff. You have one hand resting on the mirror as you gaze at yourself. More marks from various different missions litter your face. It wasn't unusual to forget what the normal you used to look like.

Your eyes are droopy, your features weighted with tiredness. But before you know it, they're changing, switching rapidly and you're grabbing your gun from the counter top. Suddenly, all your exhaustion is gone and you feel your body shoot to the exit like a missle.

Your eyes are wide when you burst through from the bathroom and your bare feet cause a crunch when you're left to stand on the door that's been knocked clean off its hinges laid in the middle of the walkway.

Your gun is up, arms outstretched the moment you turn the edge of the door frame and your finger is twitching at the trigger. You don't see anything at first, but when you pursue deeper into the room, your tense shoulders fall at the sight.

Luis is pressed against the wall, his hands are up in surrender, and there's a gun digging into the side of his turned face.

The food has been discarded, onto the floor, the skillets face down, the tables on its side.

Everything has gone to complete dissary in a matter of minuets.

"Where is he?" The voice is deep, angry and littered with resentment.

"Has interrumpido la cena, amigo. "

"In English. " The cold steel is pressing harder.

"Leon, let him go. " The words come out of your mouth with the breath you'd been holding.

The gun lowers so fast it may as well have turned back into air, never even been there at all. And you watch Luis retreat away from the opposing partner who has yet to even look at you, hands still raised in the air.

You're just standing there, near nudity, staring. Staring at the gradual lowering of Luis arms. Staring at Leon's back. Staring at Ada.

Staring at him.

When he finally turns around, his gaze moves straight to you before it darts over the bandages and all the bruises littered across your body. He's frozen at the sight of you and he keeps trailing all of your injuries but his face is unreadable.

His eyes go down your arm, stop at your ring. Flicker back up to the underwear.

"Put this on. " He says suddenly, jerking his upper body, and your eyes have already found the fabric flung towards you, plucked from your lost bag by the time his hand has released it.

You've already gathered that he's angry but this is no explosion and your eyebrows are creased in concern.

"How did-? " You ask cautiously and the last syllable of your sentence is barely heard as Leon turns his back to you.

"We're leaving. " He says bluntly and you hesitate a bit, slowly putting the pants on anyway.

"Leon, " its the beginning of Adas reasoning. "It's dark, we should wait out the storm. Your partner needs rest. " She shakes her head with a sigh. "Just look at him. "

As Ada refers to you, Leon's eyes stay solidly on her. You can see the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You can see him taking in a deep breath before addressing the situation. You can hear him when he speaks, when his eyes drill through anyone who looks at him.

"We have nowhere to go but forward. He'll have tough it out. “

Leon stares a bit longer, his words for you, for Ada, for Luis. He's just as emotionless when he's talking as when he was earlier and his fists clench and flex with the tense atmosphere he's created.

Leave it to Luis to never learn when to shut up.

"¿Perdón?" Luis takes one step forward. "He stumble in here, his poor body being bruised and broken. What were you doing in the moutains in the first place?" His hands are flat out, throwing questions the other man's way and the glare he receives only makes his eyes bigger, his movement more emphatic. "He has to rest! You want him dead?" His exclamations are fueled with exasperation.

Ada is not helping at all, staring silently and watching Leon out of the corner of her eye like she can tell what's about to happen.

"Don't be dense. You took his shirt off, didn't you?" The look on his face twists slightly, anger brewing, mixing with the other emotions that have started to surface. You've known him long enough you're able to read a few pages. "He doesn't need rest. " He squints. "He needs to get back in his gear and learn what it means to follow orders. "

That one gets you. It heats you to your core.

"Estúpido!" He grunts. "You won't even take the time to- to, " A hand gestures lazily. "take a moment and look at him. Look around you! " His hands swing wildly again.

Your face scrunches at the thought. "Luis. " You try to interject, huffing as you step forward, putting yourself more into his field of vision, but it doesn't work. They both ignore you all together.

"What's next, Captain? Hmmm?" He keeps rolling out with it. "This?" He swipes his forearm outwards, gesturing to your person. "Is this next? His death?" His hands bang together before gripping the air. "Another funeral you have to plan?"

That tears Leon apart. Splits him like paper. And the only way he can think to retaliate is with anger and harsh tones and the rebuttal comes from him almost faster than you can blink.

"Maybe if he could afford to listen! Maybe then, I won't have to push him so hard! To look at what his failures lead too!"

The accusation pisses you off more than anything has in a while.

"Leave. " You say and you're trying to keep things under wraps before they get more out of hand. The single word is pushed out fast and the way you're folding your arms over your chest helps you hide some of the hurt and the clenched expression you wish not to display.

Leon, stubborn and angry, doesn't listen.

"Yes, leave, hermano!" Luis insists.

"Maybe we should step out. " It's Ada speaking up now, her voice carrying a certain amount of calm and seriousness, but she makes no move to go, she simply addresses Leon.

Leon's reply is swift. "We have a mission. "

"Just to breathe. " She clarifys, holding the bridge of her nose, her lashes kissing and mingling together when she closes her eyes before she's sighing. "Why do we have to hold him prisoner? He looks like shit, Leon. " Her arm reaches to push her hair back.

A beat passes.

"Your mission can go to shit too. Like that. " She snaps her fingers in the air.

You know she's right, the both of you.

There's a silence that wafts over the air, like the calm before the storm, and you know it has hit Leon. That the words that have been spoken are sticking and he is analyzing all of them like a puzzle.

But he can't seem to muster up his next line and he's trudging out of the room, knocking his shoulder into yours.

Your face distorts into of pain as your left hand grapples where he'd hit you, the fresh relocation of your shoulder tender and sore.

Ada inhales, looking away for a moment and rubbing her brow again before she follows Leon.

The click of her heels pause when she gets to your side and her hand is resting on top of yours, her painted fingers far gentler than the current hold you have on your shoulder. "It was bad, wasn't it?" She asks and her eyes are fixated on her hand like it knows the answer better than her own mouth.

It was and she can see that without having to question you, but neither one of you press for further elaboration.

"I'll bring your boy back more reasonable, don't worry. " She beckons and her hand flits from you.

Luis is talking out his concern as he follows her, probably to put the door back up, waving his hands over his head, turning around abruptly, saying something in Spanish as he points at you. You can't make out half of it, but you believe it to be more exasperation.

The sound of the door being placed back in its frame is loud and chaotic and under normal circumstances you probably would've laughed at the lanky man. But it all feels like white noise right now. Your feet take you to the bedside and your body feels as heavy as a brick.

You let out a hefty puff, your fingers rubbing against your eyes until Luis' footsteps near closer and he is clasping your chin. You're already turned up to stare at him, eyes trained into his warm gaze.

"Mi amor. I'm sorry. " He states and you shake your head as his hand trails up your bandaged one, his skin touching you. He lays his fingers on the split of your palm.

"No big deal. " You dismiss but your voice doesn't meet your words.

"Lo es. " It's quiet and it's a hiss. He disagrees, even though, at this point, you're not sure if he understands you've brought this upon yourself. He starts to say more and the small laugh that's escaped his lips comes out halfway through. "You two so stupid. "

He's amused now, and you can't really help the small smile that warms your lips. He leans in slightly to place a lingering kiss on your forehead, the feel of his soft, brown strands falling onto you.

The creases of his eyes soften after a moment and he retracts his hands, sitting beside you on the edge.

"I fix some food. " He resumes and his steps are bouncy and upbeat this time, like the problem has already been rectified. "Simple. Because sancho..." He gestures to the fallen food on the floor, his tongue clicking.

He is so unbothered.

You feel like this was his intention the whole time. To get you smiling, which you're sure doesn't happen enough when you're not around him.

You give a half nod in response.

"You eat?" Luis is quick to fill the air.

"Two days. " You reply.

He scoffs slightly, pausing for a moment in the kitchen area.

"Grow your waist line, sweetpea. No time to lose. "

A small, rumbling laugh rolls in your throat. It's soft and nonchalant and your head is hanging, eyes closed for a moment. But you feel a little bit lighter after it.

"Now, you are tired. " Luis says.

"Luis. "

"Shhh. "

Your head rises to look at him and it hurts your neck to keep your gaze elevated but he's so matter of fact about everything it makes you roll your eyes and huff, laying back on his bed. Just for a moment. Just to rest.

"You sleep. Don't let him bother you. "

"Mmm. " You slur.

Luis looks over you when he turns, placing something back in the fridge. You're fighting the weariness, keeping your eyes open, watching his movements. He's humming to himself and re-stacking papers that had fallen when the door had been sent through the air moments before.

You fight it, but the sweet hum of a song you don't know begins to lull you, send you drifting. It was so nice to just stop for a moment. It was so nice to find Luis, a home, even if it was temporary, a place that could feel friendly while the world around you was turning without end, an uncontrollable amount of death and destruction looming.

So you fall, with the final note of his melody in your ears, asleep on the brink of the end of the world.

#resident evil #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #luis sera x you #luis sera x reader #luis sera x male reader #ada wong #angst

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heavens-bookshop · 2 years

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They don't quite make it to China in the end.

The Pacific Ocean, it turns out, is both quite large and quite a trek from the Caribbean. The Revenge tries to make it all the way down to Cape Horn, but Ed grows impatient by the time they reach Brazil, so they settle for somewhere outside Sao Luis.

The crew doesn't stay. Most are still hungry for a life at sea, or ready to move on to other ventures. Ed hands over control of his flotilla to Izzy, and Stede happily bestows the Revenge to Oluwande. It's not the last they see of any of them, of course. The Revenge comes through port every so often to stock up on supplies, bringing Madeira wine and spiced rum, a rotating cast of fresh faces and always new stories to share. Wee John makes a point of bringing Stede a crate of oranges the first time they visit, a long running joke that turns into the crew's traditional reunion gift.

It's a simple life they carve out for themselves here. They build a small house by the beach - Ed finds he can't stray too far from the water, and even heading into the nearby town feels claustrophobic after a while. He takes odd jobs where he can, chopping wood or putting up fences, sometimes even ferrying people along the coast in a small dinghy, while Stede helps local dignitaries translate documents into English. After a lifetime of violent death constantly at his heels, Ed finds the gentle pace is exactly what his soul needs.

Years pass and the pace becomes gentler still. Time catches up with his joints, seizes up his knee further. The salt and pepper of his hair becomes a little saltier. He notices it in Stede too, the lines in his face deeper, his hands not quite able to hold a pen like they once did. It's both a blessing and a curse, Ed realises - he simply never imagined he would live this long.

They get thirteen years together.

With the decades of smoking and drinking and festering gunshot wounds, Ed really thought he'd be the first to go. And then one afternoon, while they're on their way back from the market with fresh clams for dinner, Stede collapses to the ground clutching at his stomach. Ed gets him home and keeps a bedside vigil in some twisted backwards version of their first meeting all those years ago. He sits there, holding Stede's hand for a week, until Stede's grip falls slack for the final time.

Ed buries him on the cliff that overlooks their beach. He writes a letter to Mary in shaky handwriting, at the same desk where Stede taught him to read. The grief is a tidal wave, pounding into his lungs, burning with every breath, until the water pulls back and leaves nothing but a yawning cavern in his chest. Ed doesn't know how he can ever fill it.

He tries to lose himself in physical labour, in the mindless lift-drop-chop of cutting wood, but his body can't keep up with it anymore. His home makes him sick. Stede's ghost is everywhere - it's there in the empty space in their bed, the extra chair at the table, in the faces of all their friends and acquaintances in town.

When the Revenge next comes through port, Ed breaks the news to the few remaining original crew members. Roach and Oluwande take some oranges to his grave before they set sail - and Ed goes with them.

He doesn't stay on the ship for long. There are ghosts here too - the notch on the mast from a duel, the bookshelves no one's had the heart to get rid of, the lingering smell of marmalade in the crew's mess. The Revenge heads north, all the way up to Charlestown where Lucius has been working as a clerk at an inn, and it's here that Ed alights.

He gets his own room at the inn, in return for taking on a job as Lucius' assistant. It's work his old joints can manage, organizing ledgers and double checking numbers, but the smell of parchment and ink makes him miss Stede terribly.

He travels when he can, hopping onto merchant ships that take him up the coastline to Dover, Baltimore, New York, even as far as Boston, and god there are so many people. The cities sprawl in every direction, and with each passing year Ed finds them ever harder to navigate until finally his knee gives out completely.

Six years after leaving Sao Luis, Ed feels his body winding down. Days start blurring into one another, as do his memories. Sometimes he realises that he can't even place the faces of the people around him, and he panics. He finds himself increasingly in bed, unsure of the time or where he's supposed to be, but there's always a bowl of soup or a jug of water on the bedside table. Someone's looking after him, he can remember that much. He remembers that he's loved.

Ed starts awake one evening (or is it the early morning?) to a sharp pain in his chest. There's a light above him, and a voice. He had thought it was Lucius holding a lantern, except now he's not so sure. It's become harder to breathe, harder to see, and he is so very very tired.

The rest of the world fades, but the light remains, and Ed can see now that of course it's not a lantern - it's a lighthouse. The voice becomes clearer and then there's Stede, golden hair and dashing smile, holding out his hand.

"One more adventure, love?" he says, and Ed grabs his arm with both hands.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #my fics #edward x stede #im goin thru it lads #we write sad pirate ficlets to cope

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corinneecrivaine · 5 months

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KIT TANTHALOS

Hello la famille Willow,

J’ai voulu analyser en profondeur le personnage de Kit.

Elle a vécu dans l’insouciance, ignorant tout du monde extérieur, dans un univers de privilèges mais aussi de fausses vérités et de tromperies.

C’est un personnage submergé par une souffrance intérieure dans la seule façon de l’exprimer et la colère. Tous ceux qu’elle aime la blessent et lui mentent. A commencer par son père dont son départ lui laissera une cicatrice de l’âme et des questions sans réponses.

Sa mère : la 1re à lui mentir déjà sur son passé. Kit ignore qu’elle était du côté de Bavmorda à vouloir tuer Elora avant de tomber amoureuse de Madmartigan et de combattre à ses côtés. Elle la force à un mariage et une vie qu’elle rejette tout en sachant qu’Elora vit dans le palais cachée. Je pense que pour Kit c’est le pire des mensonges qu’elle a eu dans sa vie.

Jade : Est la seule personne pour Kit chez qui elle trouve du réconfort, du soutien. Elle est en quelque sorte sa boussole morale. Elle n’est heureuse que lorsqu’elle passe tous ces moments à s’entraîner aux combats loin de ses obligations royales. Mais Jade la blesse à plusieurs reprises et de façons intentionnelles. La 1re fois c’est au village des Nelwyns lorsque tout le monde s’intéressent à Elora, Jade lui dit « Qu’est ce qui ne va pas quelque chose te dérange ? » avec un petit sourire moqueur. Kit se sent abandonnée au moment où Jade décide de suivre Willow et les autres à la recherche d’Elora. D’où sa décision de partir seule chercher son frère. Il y a aussi ce 1er mensonge de Jade, c’est lorsqu’elle lui dit « Je suis un Sujet de la reine. Elle m’a demandé de suivre Willow. » Sauf que Sorsha ne lui a jamais demandé ceci. Elle lui a demandé de veiller sur Kit. L’action qui la blesse le plus c’est lorsque Kit apprend que tous ses entraînements avec Jade n’étaient que mensonges en la laissant gagner à chaque combat. Arrivée chez les Bone Reavers, lorsque les deux amies découvrent les véritables origines familiales de Jade, Kit à ce moment précis pense qu’elle va la perdre. Je pense que même sans les prunes de vérité, elle lui aurait avoué ses sentiments. C’est aussi lors du discours de Scorpia que Kit apprend la vérité sur Tir Asleen et leurs actions envers les Bone Reavers. La scène où elle s’excuse auprès de Jade est tout un symbole car même si ce geste est fait dans le but de s’excuser d’avoir blessé Jade, c’est en fait, à travers Kit, toute la royauté de Tir Asleen qui s’excuse de ces années de mensonges et de tromperies.

Malgré que Kit soit un personnage impulsif, qui parle et agit sans réfléchir et sans tenir compte des conséquences de ses actes. Par exemple à The Immemorial City dos à dos avec Elora face à Dark Airk, alors qu’Elora essaie d’arranger la situation, elle rétorque « Et si nous refusons. » Elora l’arrête d’un simple regard.

Elle fini toujours par s’excuser, envers Graydon, envers Jade même envers Elora d’une façon détournée. Elle est prête à s’allier avec Elora et laisser de côté ses différends pour sauver son frère.

C’est un personnage loyal envers ceux qu’elle aime et incompris du fait de ses comportements qui pourtant pour elle semblent justes. C’est un personnage qui étouffe, emprisonné dans une vie qu’elle refuse. Lorsque son frère est kidnappé c’est l’occasion toute rêvée pour elle de partir à l’aventure. Je pense qu’elle aurait voulu partir seule avec Jade. Je me demande si Kit ne serait pas HPE sans filtres, laissant ses émotions prendre le dessus. En tout cas, sa colère n’est jamais tournée vers Jade.

I rewatched the series to analyze Kit's character in depth.

She lived a carefree life, unaware of the outside world, in a world of privilege but also of false truths and deception.

She's a character overwhelmed by inner suffering, and the only way to express it is through anger. Everyone she loves hurts her and lies to her. Starting with her father, whose departure leaves her soul scarred and with unanswered questions.

Her mother: the first to lie to her about her past. Kit doesn't know that she was on Bavmorda's side in wanting to kill Elora before falling in love with Madmartigan and fighting by his side. She forces her into a marriage and a life she rejects, knowing that Elora lives in the palace in hiding. I think for Kit it's the worst lie she's ever had in her life.

Jade: Is the only person for Kit in whom she finds comfort and support. She's her moral compass. She's only happy when she's away from her royal duties, training for battle. But Jade hurts her repeatedly and intentionally. The 1st time is in the Nelwyns village, when everyone is interested in Elora, and Jade says to her « You okay ? You just look a bit deranged » Kit feels abandoned when Jade decides to follow Willow and the others in their search for Elora. Hence her decision to set off alone in search of her brother. There's also Jade's 1st lie, when she tells her "I'm a subject of the Queen. She asked me to follow Willow." Except that Sorsha never asked her to do this. She asked her to look after Kit. The action that hurts her the most is when Kit learns that all her training with Jade was a lie, letting her win every fight. When they arrive at the Bone Reavers and discover Jade's true family origins, Kit thinks she's going to lose her. I think that even without the truth plums, she would have confessed her feelings to her. It's also during Scorpia's speech that Kit learns the truth about Tir Asleen and their actions towards the Bone Reavers. The scene in which she apologizes to Jade is quite symbolic, for although this gesture is made in order to apologize for having hurt Jade, it is in fact, through Kit, the entire royalty of Tir Asleen that is apologizing for years of lies and deceit.

Although Kit is an impulsive character, who speaks and acts without thinking or considering the consequences of her actions. For example, in The Immemorial City back to back with Elora against Dark Airk, as Elora tries to work things out, she retorts "And if we don't want to." Elora stops her with a look.

She always ends up apologizing, to Graydon, to Jade, even to Elora in a roundabout way. She's ready to ally herself with Elora and put aside her differences to save her brother. She is a character who is loyal to those she loves and misunderstood for her actions, which to her seem right. She's a suffocating character, imprisoned in a life she refuses to accept. When her brother is kidnapped, it's the perfect opportunity for her to set off on an adventure. I think she would have liked to go alone with Jade. I wonder if Kit wouldn't be HEP without filters, letting her emotions take over. In any case, her anger is never directed at Jade.

#willow #kitandjade #kit and elora #kit tanthalos #willowseries #save willow #willow 2022 #willowedit #savewillow #renew willow #ruby cruz #jadeclaymore #sapphic #lgbt #queer #disney princesses #wlw

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traumacatholic · 4 months

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Hi, I'm a university student, woman, carmelite, consecrated to Our Lady according to the method of Saint Luis Maria of Montfort. Please, could you pray for me fiding a relationship that is totally align with the chastity principles for lay members, if it is God's will?

I had to lie to someone saying I was taken when I'm not, in order to keep the chastity principle and to avoid this person keeping any hope and keep insisting, but I don't like lying, and I'm a bit afraid of the consequences of this lie. Please, could you pray for me?

(Also, saying the religious reasons could have hurt the person, so it was better to simply say "I already have someone").

May God Bless you ✝❤

I have to admit, that I don't fully know bout the chastity principles for lay members. But I will be praying for you. And I have included some prayers under the read more that you may find useful. Feel free to modify them where you see fit.

A prayer to find a spouse

All-good and merciful Lord, I know that any enduring happiness in my life dependeth upon my wholehearted love for Thee and upon keeping Thy commandments and obeying Thy Holy Will in all things. Wherefore, direct my steps, O God, and fill my heart with Thy Grace. I seek to please Thee alone, for Thou art my Creator and my God. Preserve me from pride and self-love. Let reason, modesty, and chastity adorn me. Deliver me from idleness which is hateful unto Thee and breedeth vice; grant me to be diligent and fruitful in labor, and bless thou my work. Thy law commandeth that husband and wife live in chaste matrimonial union. Wherefore lead me, Holy Father, to this blessed calling not for the satisfaction of the passions but unto the fulfilment of Thy commandment; for Thou hast said that it is not good that man should be alone and, having created woman as his companion, Thou didst bless them to be fruitful and multiply that they may fill the earth. Hear my humble prayer which ascendeth unto thee from the depths of my heart: Grant unto me an honest and pious spouse that, through our love and harmony, we nay together serve and praise Thee, our compassionate God, and do Thy will and bless Thine all-holy name, of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

A prayer of single persons

O Lord, who hast set forth for us an example of perfect purity, strengthen me, I beseech Thee, when temptation doth beset me, and when strong passions seek to overwhelm me, that I may remain constant in virtue and innocent in thought, word, and deed, doing only such things that are well pleasing to Thee. Grant me growth in wisdom and understanding, that I may serve Thee in holiness all the days of my life, through the intercessions of Thine all-immaculate Mother and of all Thy Saints, especially my Patron Saint [name]. Amen.

A prayer for purity

O Master, Lord my God, in whose hands are my lots, help me according to Thy mercy and do not allow me to be destroyed by mine iniquities, nor permit me by my will to follow the desires of my flesh against my spirit. I was fashioned by Thee, do not forsake the works of Thy Hands. Turn not Thy Face away from me, have pity and do not despise me, neither forsake me, O Lord, for I am weak and it is to Thee, my protecting God, that I have fled to for refuge. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for the sake of Thy Mercy, for upon Thee have I cast myself from my very youth. May those who war against me be put to shame, and may those who seek to separate me from Thee through immodest acts, unseemly thoughts and unprofitable recollections be turned back. Chase far from me every impurity, that foul effluence of evil. For Thou alone art holy, Thou alone art mighty, Thou alone art immortal, having unfathomable power against all things, and it is through Thee that every power is given against the devil and his might. For unto Thee are due all glory, honour, and worship, to the Father and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen.

Psalm 50

Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy; and according to the multitude of Thy compassions blot out my transgression. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I know mine iniquity, and my sin is ever before me. Against Thee only have I sinned and done this evil before Thee, that Thou mightest be justified in Thy words, and prevail when Thou art judged. For behold, I was conceived in iniquities, and in sins did my mother bear me. For behold, Thou hast loved truth; the hidden and secret things of Thy wisdom hast Thou made manifest unto me. Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop, and I shall be made clean; Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be made whiter than snow. Thou shalt make me to hear joy and gladness; the bones that be humbled, they shall rejoice. Turn Thy face away from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence, and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation, and with Thy governing Spirit establish me. I shall teach transgressors Thy ways, and the ungodly shall turn back unto Thee. Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, Thou God of my salvation; my tongue shall rejoice in Thy righteousness. O Lord, Thou shalt open my lips, and my mouth shall declare Thy praise. For if Thou hadst desired sacrifice, I had given it; with whole-burnt offerings Thou shalt not be pleased. A sacrifice unto God is a broken spirit; a heart that is broken and humbled God will not despise. Do good, O Lord, in Thy good pleasure unto Sion, and let the walls of Jerusalem be builded. Then shalt Thou be pleased with a sacrifice of righteousness, with oblation and whole-burnt offerings. Then shall they offer bullocks upon Thine altar.

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lunamagicablu · 9 months

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«Quando Lui Stesso rivela Se Stesso, Brahman porta nella manifestazione Quello che non può mai essere visto. Come il seme è nella pianta, come l’ombra è nell’albero, come il vuoto è nel cielo, come infinite forme sono nel vuoto- così da oltre l’Infinito viene l’Infinito. L’Infinito viene; e dall’Infinito si estende il finito. La creatura è in Brahman, e Brahman è nella creatura: Sono sempre distinti, eppure sempre uniti. Lui Stesso è l’albero, il seme e il germoglio. Lui Stesso è il fiore, il frutto e l’ombra. Lui Stesso è il sole, la luce e quello che viene illuminato. Lui Stesso è Brahman, creatura e Maya. Lui Stesso è il respiro, la parola e il significato. Lui Stesso è il limite e l’illimitato: e, al di là del limitato e dell’illimitato, Lui è, l’Essere Puro. Lui è la Mente Immanente in Brahman e nella creatura. L’Anima Suprema viene vista dentro l’anima, il Punto viene visto dentro l’Anima Suprema, e dentro al Punto, si vede di nuovo il riflesso. Kabir è benedetto perché ha questa suprema visione!» Opera attribuita a Kabir ************************* "When He Himself reveals Himself, Brahman brings into manifestation What can never be seen. As the seed is in the plant, like the shadow is in the tree, like the void is in the sky, as infinite shapes are in the void- thus from beyond Infinity comes Infinity. The Infinite comes; and from the Infinite extends the finite. The creature is in Brahman, and Brahman is in the creature: They are always distinct, yet always united. He Himself is the tree, the seed and the sprout. He Himself is the flower, the fruit and the shadow. He Himself is the sun, the light and that which is illuminated. He Himself is Brahman, creature and Maya. He Himself is the breath, the word and the meaning. He Himself is the limit and the unlimited: and, beyond the limited and the unlimited, He is, the Pure Being. He is the Mind Immanent in Brahman and in the creature. The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul, the Point is seen within the Supreme Soul, and inside the Punto, the reflection is seen again. Kabir is blessed because he has this supreme vision!" Work attributed to Kabir

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mrsfitzgerald · 10 months

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brussel2 💋🥹

#rammstein #paul landers #richard kruspe #paulchard #asdfghjklfg #BLESS LUIS SOUL #THIS ZOOM OMG #so so so so sweet #richard's smile!!!#his hand on paul's neck #🥹😭😭😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗#my ramm gifs #stadium tour 23 #good morning to me 😭

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polyboros · 1 year

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rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

i was tagged by @waveridden for this!! i haven't posted fics in a while but it's been a while since i did one of these so here we go anyway 😎

fine in fire and of frame (blaseball)

the first thing that sets jon on edge is that she finds the stranger that keeps giving her sidelong glances attractive—besides the sidelong glances themselves, of course, because jon is far from the most interesting thing in the room even if she’s the only thing openly armed.

no intention to return (blaseball)

ace isn’t the first to leave the vault, but he’s the first to do it in broad daylight, his own little flourish.

fortune find your way (blaseball)

the crabitat observatory is cool inside, just barely above cold, and as empty as something abandoned.

(gio's boys) just wanna have fun (epithet erased)

“you haven’t left the apartment since we got you settled.”

i don't take the sea for granted (blaseball)

jesús takes off their hat and runs a hand through their hair, curls catching on their fingers as they pull through them.

leave your body and soul at the door (blaseball)

randy falls to boston in a blaze of blue-black fire, like a satellite burning up on re-entry.

this flight won't leave tonight (blaseball)

the idea that centuries of practice would make two immortals better at house-hunting is a complete and utter fallacy, as luis tells anyone who asks why it’s taken the better part of the offseason to find somewhere to settle down in ohio.

voicemails (blaseball)

SEASON 10, DAY 112 CALL CONNECTED.

trouble now (one piece)

Sabo breathes in.

they were answered by you (blaseball)

the tacos’ gachapon blessing has… unfortunate timing.

you can really tell that i haven't posted anything on ao3 in months by how many of these are still blb centric hahaha. i'm not gonna tag anyone im eepy but any mutual who sees this - go for it!! have fun

#kbitycus talks

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dannyeellaaa · 2 years

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Daniela's Poetry Internet Scavenger Hunt

Internet Scavenger Hunt

1. Soledad by Angela Manalang-Gloria

It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried, The way she shattered every mullioned pane To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain To understand how one so carved from pride And glassed in dream could have so flung aside Her graven days, or why she dared profane The bread and wine of life for some insane Moment with him. The scandal never died. But no one guessed that loveliness would claim Her soul’s cathedral burned by his desires Or that he left her aureoled in flame… And seeing nothing but her blackened spires, The town condemned this girl who loved too well and found her heaven in the depths of hell.

Six-Word Impressions

Being a women is so hard.

2.The sick rose by William Blake

O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

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Love can be turn to hate.

3. Love Story by Conrado S. Ramirez

I walked last summer into the barrio of Niyugan. A pretty girl was singing at a lighted door; Now a woman sits weeping at my darkened window: I walked last summer into the barrio of Niyugan.

Six-Word Impressions

Having someone is a blessed thing.

4. Day on the Farm by Luis G. Dato

I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you Bunches of duhat growing by the hill, I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you With rare wildflowers but you are crying still. I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet, I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet. Your smiles have died and there is no replying To all endearment and my gifts are vain; Come with me, love, you are too old for crying, The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.

Six-Word Impressions

Being in relationship wrong is wrong.

5. Holy Sonnet 10 by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Six-Word Impressions

Do not fear by the death.

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Tебе Tворця / A Toi Notre Créateur / To You, Our Creator by Ukrainian Gospel Singers

“ C'est pourquoi aussi Elohim l'a souverainement élevé, et lui a donné le nom qui est au-dessus de tout nom, afin qu'au nom de Yahshua / Jésus tout genou fléchisse dans les cieux, sur la terre et sous la terre, et que toute langue confesse que Yahshua / Jésus est Seigneur, à la gloire d’Elohim le Père. ” (Philippiens 2:9-11)

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A Toi, Notre Créateur Тебе, Творця світів, просторів, To You, Our Creator J'essaie de magnifier le chant. ��еличним співом славлю я. I try to magnify the song. De lui donner force, grâce et humilité Дай сили й мудрості в покорі To give it strength, grace and humility Car les mots valent la peine d'être utilisés. Проводити своє життя. For words are worth using.

(Refrain - Chorus) Mon âme te loue, Тобі хвалу душа складає, My soul praises you, Je te donne ma vie. Тобі життя я віддаю. I give you my life. Et je sais, là-bas dans la béatitude du paradis, І знаю: там, в блаженстві раю, And I know, there in the bliss of paradise, Que je donnerai mes louanges en chansons. Хвалу в піснях віддам мою. That I will give my praise in song.

Ta Majesté est incommensurable, Твоя величність незмірима, Your majesty is immeasurable, Et mon esprit s'éteint, je suis muet. І розум гасне, я німий. And my spirit fades, I am mute. Ton amour est aussi chaleureux que des rayons, Любові грієш Ти промінням, Thy love is as warm as rays, Comme le soleil du matin est clair. Як сонце вранці й в день ясний. As the morning sun is clear.

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Tu es sage et tout-puissant, Премудрий Ти і всемогутній, Thou art wise and all-powerful, Tu juges les morts et les vivants. Суддя і мертвих і живих, You judge the living and the dead. Tu es présent auprès de tes enfants, В Тобі навіки, Всюдисущий, You are present with your children, Car Tu es la vie et l'espérance de tous les saints. Життя й надія всіх святих. For you are the life and hope of all the saints.

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J'aspire pour toujours à l'hymne de louange Я прагну вічно гімн хваління I long forever for the hymn of praise Je chante pour toi, Ô mon Sauveur, Тобі співати, Спасе мій, I sing to you, O my Saviour, Pour un grand don, pour le salut, За дар великий, за спасіння, For a great gift, for salvation, Pour ton sacrifice à la croix. За подвиг хресний славний Твій. For your sacrifice on the cross.

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Я спiваю / Je chante / I sing by Ukrainian Gospel Singers

On est vraiment béni de pouvoir écouter les louanges des autres nations. We are truly blessed to be able to listen to the praises of other nations.

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Je chante pour toi, Jésus, Я співаю про Тебе, Ісусе, I sing about You, Jesus, Parce que tu as tant souffert pour moi, Бо за мене Ти тяжко страждав, Because You suffered so much for me, Tu as vaincu toutes les tentations de l'enfer Переміг всі пекельні спокуси You conquered all the temptations of hell Et m'a donné le salut. І спасіння ме ні дарував. And gave me salvation.

(Refrain - Chorus) Depuis mon plus jeune âge, je chante pour Toi, З ранніх років Тобі я співаю, I have been singing to You since I was young Et cette mélodie n'est pas terrestre І мелодія ця неземна And this melody is unearthly Dans les jours difficiles, elle élève mon esprit, В дні тривожні мій дух піднімає, In troubled days, it lifts my spirit, Elle m'inspire de l'espoir. Окриляє надію вона. It inspires me hope.

Un chant d'affection, d'amour, de pardon Пісня ласки, любові, прощення A song of affection, love, forgiveness M'incite à faire des sacrifices. Надихає на жертвенний труд. Inspires me to sacrificial labour. Sur le chemin de l'humilité dans la vie По життєвій дорозі смирення On the path of humility in life Je vais vers la sainte patrie. До святої Вітчизни іду. I am going to the holy land.

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Alors, dépêche-toi de rejoindre le Sauveur, mon ami, Тож спіши до Спасителя, друже, So hurry to the Saviour, my friend, Pendant que le chant de l'amour résonne encore, Поки пісня любові бринить, While the song of love is still ringing, N'hésite pas, ne sois pas indifférent, Не вагайся, не будь же байдужим, Don’t hesitate, don’t be indifferent, Et accepte le salut à cet instant. А спасіння приймай у цю мить. And accept salvation at this moment.

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christophe76460 · 3 months

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Je préfère que ma langue loue et prie mon Dieu. Je préfère que mon esprit adore le Seigneur. Je préfère que mon coeur chérisse mon Sauveur. Que dès ici-bas mon âme le bénisse.

Nous vivons environ 70 à 80 ans et quelquefois plus. Alors j'aimerai que la majorité de ce temps de conscience soit consacré à ses deux "demandes" et "cmdts" : "Tu aimeras le Seigneur ton Dieu de tout ton coeur, et de toute ton âme, et de toute ta pensée. Et tu aimeras ton prochain comme toi-même".

Que celui qui ne connait pas Jésus-Christ soit ma préoccupation. Et que celui qui le connaît déjà soit un sujet de mes prières.

M'asseoir dans le coeur du Seigneur c'est une grâce, me tenir à ses pieds c'est un honneur.

C'est de l'obéissance et de l'amour que j'aurais eu pour mon Seigneur que ma vie sera réussie.

Soyons d'abord avec le Seigneur avant de faire pour Lui.

I prefer my tongue to praise and pray to my God. I prefer my spirit to worship the Lord. I prefer my heart to cherish my Savior. May my soul bless him from here on earth.

We live about 70 to 80 years and sometimes more. So I would like the majority of this conscious time to be devoted to his two “requests” and “comdts”: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. And you shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

Let him who does not know Jesus Christ be my concern. And let him who already knows him be a subject of my prayers.

To sit in the heart of the Lord is a grace, to stand at his feet is an honor.

It is from the obedience and love I had for my Lord that my life will be successful.

Let us be with the Lord first before doing for Him.

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claylowe · 8 months

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get lost

Sometimes when you go looking for yourself you get more lost than you were before. And sometimes that’s a good thing.

“I feel lost.” We often utter these words with a sense of anxiety and existential dread. Especially if you’re in your 40’s and 50’s because apparently, we’re suppose to have life figured out by then.

But if you look at this with a different set of eyes, you might find that to be lost is to be surrounded by possibilities, a myriad of roads less travelled, each begging you to take a step. It’s as though you’re standing in Jorge Luis Borges' “Library of Babel,” surrounded by an infinite number of books containing every possible combination of letters. Choice is your blessing and your curse; every action, a foreshadowing of existential consequence.

Consider the irony. To look for yourself implies a separation - an “I” searching for another “I,” a seeker and a sought. Who’s the “who” doing the searching, charting the unknown terrains of the psyche, trying to place a “You Are Here” sticker on your soul? Philosophers like Descartes wrestled with this duality. “Cogito, ergo sum,” he asserted. I think, therefore I am. Yet, the more you think, the more the boundaries blur, the self becomes a construct, an abstract notion as elusive as time.

Getting lost can be beneficial. To be lost is to abandon the beaten path of societal expectations, religious doctrine, and cultural norms. Every wrong turn a lesson. Every detour reveals another layer of your being. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been lost. Stripped of the familiar, blown around like a seed in the wind, free to take root in new pursuits, unhindered by preconceived notions and habits of being.

To be lost is to invite psychological tension between comfort and growth. You can sense Kierkegaard’s ghost looming in the background warning you against the paralysis of too many choices, too much freedom. But you push into the dark anyway hoping to stumble upon undiscovered parts of yourself. Maybe you might unearth some hidden fears or awaken your dormant dreams, or discover your hidden potential.

Sometimes being lost is not an end, but a beginning of an evolution, a chance to redraw the borders of “self,” to rewrite the narrative of who you are and who you could be. Wander long enough and you might just find that to be lost is to be truly free - free to question, to explore, to become.

So let yourself get lost. In the chaos of the unknown, you might find beauty; in the confusion, you might find harmony; and in despair, you might find meaning. It’s the ultimate gamble in the casino of life, where the stakes are high, but the rewards are unparalleled - a deep understanding, a richer experience, and a life lived in the colour of curiosity and wonder, rather than in the mere black and white of conformity and comfort.

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