#deliverance by singing

[deliverance-the-game]

How do ROs react if the MC says "You're beautiful"?

Ishraq

Ishraq practically glows. To hear such a lovely compliment by his beloved, his heart is singing with joy. He doesn’t care much about his appearance, it’s the opinion from someone who matters to him that he cares about more.

Still, he always takes the opportunity to compliment them back twofold. “Not as beautiful as you are.” He might say. If they think he is beautiful, then he thinks they are absolutely stunning and will not hesitate to voice it out loud.

Deva

Deva preens at the compliment. She basks in praises and compliments like a sunflower would under the radiant sun, though she never lets herself get lost in them. Still, she plays along with the Messenger’s compliment, twisting and turning to show them her best sides (which is all of them). She will never get enough of their attention, especially when undivided, always enjoying these moments to the fullest.

Yi-feng

Yi-feng hides a bashful smle behind a sleeve. He puts thought into his image but beauty is usually not his priority. So he is not used to this type of compliments but he cannot help but feel very pleased to be thought of as beautiful by them.

Usually he falls back on a polite response. But if caught in the right mood, his playful side rears its head. He blinks coyly behind his sleeve. Is his appearance that much to their liking, then? They are more than welcome to admire him as much as they like.

Yeshe

Yeshe turns into a rose in full bloom. That is to say they turned red from head to toe. They’ve never paid much mind about their own appearance. But somehow when the Messenger compliments it, Yeshe suddenly feels quite self-conscious about how they look. Are they beautiful? Against what standards of beauty? Is the Messenger making fun of them? If not, do they really think they are beautiful?

Yeshe is going to implode in a corner now.

#characters #ask #interactive fiction #deliverance the game #singing you're beautiful it's true

[umbracirrus]

Started listening to Fire Emblem music again and I'm loving it because every time a tune I like plays my mind just goes 'oh my god I love this shit you should play the games again' which honestly I might start doing again soon.

#meg is rambling #in other news i am feeling very strong urges to s support frederick and claude and seteth again- #i might even try reading some of my old fe writing and brace myself to cringe- #god shattering star; fodlan winds; id purpose; march to deliverance and lost in the waves are good shit #especially lost in the waves my god the singing is good shit. i went on holiday a few years back and i had that on loop all week

[restorationofthetentofdavid]

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#Anointing #Bible #Church #Deliverance #Gospel #Holy #Jesus #morning Devotion #Prayer #Revival #Salvation #Sing #Worship

[stephenbiokoro]

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#preaching #singing #God's voice #healing #deliverance #prayers

[fawnforevergone]

the way hozier titles a song "i, carrion (icarian)" where he sings about the self-destructive idea of sacrificing himself by flying into sun to save his relationship, and compares himself to 'carrion', the decaying flesh of animals, often a word used for roadkill. to then go and write a song called "abstract (psychopomp)" about how holding an animal whilst it dies mirrors the mercy of ending a failing relationship, similar to a 'psychopomp' - a deliverer of death. and we watch as hozier turns from 'icarian' to 'psychopomp' when he realises that prolonging suffering is crueler than just letting love die. i'm both in awe and crying on my bedroom floor.

and the way a carrion crow is also a symbol of death ?? and how 'carrion' sounds like 'carry on' the way icarus kept going ?? and how he sounds envious of his lover's courage in "abstract" ?? how when the sun is gone - "streetlights in the dark blue" - he can no longer blind himself and is forced to look at the corpse of his relationship ?? how to love is to let go ?? how can he keep getting away with this i'm sobbing ??

#the icarian and abstract mirroring goes CRAZY #i could go for hours if you want me to i will i will never shut up #and we aren't even MENTIONING 'inferno' #how dante grows meaner the further he descends #the way 'inferno' gets darker with each circle and #how 'icarus' is about the light of day but 'abstract' is the darkness of night #ripping my hair out btw #hozier's inferno #hozier #unreal unearth #lyric analysis #i am chewing walls #wasteland baby

[asherheed]

a/n: happy bday to my fictional loml xiao tutu alatus my beloved

when xiao dreams, he's always going down.

it doesn't matter whether he's suffocated by the ocean of his karmic debt, feeling its claws sink into his feet, pulling him under; or gravity wrapping its heavy arms around his body as he plummets from the sky, xiao is always spiraling downwards.

it makes him hate dreaming, opting to clear his mind from the sinking weight of drifting towards sleep. slaying monsters by the borders of liyue makes his body sing from nothing but exhaustion. their blood is on his hands but at least the stains on his skin distract him from the weariness in his bones.

when he can no longer evade sleep, his nightmares come to him like wolves, his arms and hands enclosed by black whips, chaining him to a never ending bad dream while he tries to break free.

it ceases when he sees you amidst the darkness.

you were light embodied, the moon while he wanders tirelessly in the frightening forest of his mind. you smile and he feels the constricting of his chest weaken, a rush of relief resting on his shoulders as he watches you approach his restrained position.

he whispers your name, and your eyes glow impossibly brighter at his voice. you rest your hand on his cheek and xiao closes his eyes, your touch a deliverance from his endless torment within. soft lips press against his and xiao pulls away, tenderly surprised.

when he wakes, the fatigue he knows so well never comes. licking his lips, he tastes the sweetness that lingers there.

as he gazes out to the sights atop wangshu inn, he can’t help but smile, feeling his mind go tranquil for a very long time.

#xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao x gn!reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanon #genshin headcanon #ashe.writing #writing #alatus #alatus x reader #HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAO

[autumnalmess]

I hope you all know that this is the best version of Les mis ever recorded and I will not be taking criticism on that point.

I don't care that it's in french, get yourselves on Duolingo if you've got a problem with it.

In this essay I will ⤵️

I hope you're all appreciating the chord changing to a major on the line "je prefer quitter ce monde" in Javerts suicide that symbolises his resolution because not only does it send instant chills but it makes it SO MUCH SADDER because he's completely resigned himself to his fate.

The whole album is incredible musically and has so many elements added in that aren't in any of the English versions. And all of the Amis voices are super sexy so it's a win win situation. (Esp enjolras 😫). De plus, no one has a weird voice so you don't have to put up with anyone's strange singing

Also there's a buildup in 'Seul devant ces tables vides' (empty chairs at empty tables) like I've never heard before it's insane.

ALSO the way that fantine sings j'avais rêvé is so tender and she just sounds so broken it's SO GOOD.

ALSO so obviously the English is not directly translated from the french so you get a lot of variation in lyrics and I could talk for days about this but one thing I'll point out is that in drink with me, Marius says 'j'attends, comme le délivrance, la balle qui m'est destinée' (I await, like deliverance, the bullet intended for me), which is insane because it gets across a side of Marius we see in the book of his absolute resignation to death that we hardly ever see in the English musical. And then instead of WOULD you cry if I were to fall, he goes will you cry. Which is super sad

I could talk about this album for YEARS

Anyway go listen to it if you haven't

#les miserables #the best version #let me know if you want to hear any more of my thoughts #i could talk about this for years #français #à la volonté du peuples #victor hugo #les mis #i can now sing most of it in french x #its what Victor hugo would have wanted #enjolras #enjoltaire

[lets-go-banana-fishing]

Rating Bf characters on how well I think they would perform at their Part-time job

Y'all remember the Banana Fish part-time job artworks? Well I remembered it so now it's my job to share my unwanted opinion on all of them :)

1. Ash as Pizza delivery boy: 5/10

With Ash it just really depends on his mood

He's the fastest deliverer if he wants to

But he's also the guy to deliver your pizza with half the pizza missing and his explanation being: "sorry bro I got hungry"

Also your order will "mysteriously disappear" if you don't tip him enough

2. Shorter as Waiter: 10/10

I mean it's canon that Shorter works at Chang Dai

He wants to be the future owner of the diner so his grind is strong 💪💪

Makes the customers feel comfortable and I just feel like the vibe would be good with him.

3. Sing as Messenger Boy: 7/10

I can see him having fun at this job

Problem is when he starts to have too much fun and gets too invested in people's businesses

He's gonna know every secret in every neighborhood that's nearby

Bonus point because despite acting like he's a delivery boy from the 1900's (definitely tried to speak like them as well), he does a good job

4. Eiji as Pet Groomer: 100/10

Staff was so right for this

Puppy happiness increases by 1000%

5. Yut Lung as Beauty Advisor: 9.5/10

Okay first of all he ABSOLUTELY KNOWS what he's doing so this is an amazing job choice

Will give his clients actual helpful advice and make sure they look STUNNING

Also he definitely lets you rant about your day and will gossip with you whilst fixing your mascara

(and he absolutely calls his clients "honey" or "sweetie" so bonus point)

Minor problem is he WILL judge you if he doesn't like one of your requests and he WILL let you know

6. Blanca as Bartender: -1000/10

I do not trust this man with my drink.

#but ofc they all slayed their outfits #AND PLEASE THEY ALL LOOK SO CUTE #LOOK AT THOSE DOGGOS WAAA #banana fish #ash lynx #eiji okumura #shorter wong #lee yut lung #yut lung lee #sing soo ling #blanca #also why are Shorter's glasses at the back of his head LMAO WHAT #mimi posts

[carlyraejepsans]

Sans Undertale.

the funny one. blue guy. skeleton dude. if u please

favorite thing about them: god how to choose. i love how contradictory he is. i love how much he blends into the background and has a net zero relevance on the game's story, and yet he sticks out like a sore thumb, both thematically and tonally. the judgement spiel makes him the direct deliverer of a core game mechanic, and yet he's... such an outsider about it. i love how morally grey he is. a resonance hybrid between a painfully selfless good man and a self serving bastard. he's the depressed nihilistic man. he is his girlfriend's manic pixie dream girl. he is just some guy. he is the last barrier against universal annihilation. he serves cunt (but only once). he parallels flowey in his refusal to engage the narrative, but whereas the narrative starts orbiting flowey instead, sans condems himself as the audience to the player's actions. #finalgirl. also it's still a theory, but if the otherworld stuff is ever confirmed ingame that will make him the most video game character of all fucking time. hands down. no competitors.

least favorite thing about them: every morning i wake up and i stare in the mirror and i ask myself "do i wanna fuck sans undertale??" and i hesitate. and well i could do without that kind of pressure

favorite line: "that's a promise" "besides. chances are... i've already tried to steer you in the right direction. so what can i say? what can i say that will change the mind of a being like you...?"

brOTP: i like whatever he and grillby got going on. that barman/regular comradery, the mood of the bar late at night and being the only client left. the silent vulnerability of it. it's all hypothetical since grillby doesn't really Have much of a presence in the game, but they obviously get along well. alphys too, what a pair of nerds. oh my god i didn't mention papyrus. oh well, they don't feel like a brotp tbh, it's like. they're halves of the same coin. sans inevitably implies papyrus in my mind, and vice versa. do NOT separate them.

OTP: do you have to fucking ask

nOTO: you know people usually put stuff like incest or age gap ships here because they make them understandably uncomfortable, but if there's a ""ship"" that i violently HATE re:sans it's. whenever they make him and toriel a mother-son dynamic. i am not talking about platonic or qpr soriel, i love those as well, they are besties first and lovers maybe, i mean SPECIFICALLY the take that she's his mother. no the fuck she's not. infantilization of sans and mommyification of toriel aside, that's the entire point of their friendship she is NOT his mother. they're on the same level, he is literally the first person she's gone eye to eye with as an equal in her centuries of isolation and THAT is what helps her snap out of her cycle. she is not his superior, he is not her protège. it grosses me out so much.

random headcanon: half decent singer, but hates to sing in public unless he's being a clown on purpose. used to sing papyrus to sleep as a baby. that's a pretty standard hc though, uhhhh.... he hates drinking. though he's surprisingly knowledgeable about corks, for some reason.

unpopular opinion: abby i'm so sorry i know u like it & i 🤝 about it in some cases ex: specific fics we both like, but he does NOT canonically have 1HP outside of a genocide battle. and i'd really appreciate it if people stopped pushing that hc on everyone else.

song i associate with them: Pinch me by the Barenaked Ladies, and If I Ever Feel Better by Phoenix. helplessness but silly and helplessness but funky. v sans songs

favorite picture of them:

heart eyes motherfucker

#gonna finish a couple of these before i do the fanfic idea one #answered asks #undertale #sans #mtt game show

[fire-hashira]

Where the wind blow Tot musica

days went darker, the harassment got worse, the lies became more and more bullshit, r/n had the brothers wrapped around her finger and was dedicated to ruining mc's image, yet everyone else saw right through, mc was fine with it, till it slowly got more downhill, weeks and weeks of being pushed aside for the family they sacrificed so much for, mc was starting to lose it, yes they had Diavolo, Barbatos, Thirteen, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon, but the demons they considered family?? the brothers?? it was hurting them, they were used to being abandoned, but to be replaced, treated like a family therapist only to be thrown aside, mc was sick and tired of it all

Soon, their birthday comes around, and Diavolo arranges a ball just for mc, which was slowly ruined by the brother's antics, and them trying to make it about r/n, who enjoys the attention and smirks at mc. mc was tired of it, all of it, the bullying, the lies, the unfair treatment, what did they do to deserve such treatment, mc was a good friend, they listened, they helped, they put the brothers before themselves again, and again, Diavolo even pointed it it out but nothing works, bless his heart, mc told him that they would deal with it, which is exactly what they're about to do, mc had the perfect song for tonight.

walking to the center of the stage they used her devil fruit powers to bring out three magical song sheets and activate they most powerful one, as the music suddenly played around the room, the room slowly goes dark, and an evil smirk came to show as they begin their song of ruin, taking a deep breath as they laughed in a unhinged manner before singing.

"ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ" ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ Wandering heart, clouds above Rain begins to fall down My bitter tears flowing out, they never dry up I let the words of a curse be my deliverance ᛗᛁᛖ ᚾᛖᚷ ᛟᚾ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ ᚷᛁᛖᚲ ᚾᚨᚺ ᛈᚺᚨᛋ ᛏᛖᛉᛉᛖ ᛚᚨᚺ These ancient words like a hymn of reclamation Not even death will escape them"

As mc continued to sing, the atmosphere changed more and more, the anger in her voice creating an air of tension and guilt as Diavolo glared at the brothers, yelling at them for what they have done and look how far they've pushed mc, as they sing the ground shakes and cracks, as claws slowly began to tear the ground apart, mc smirked as a monster came from the ground, awakened by her song, ready to cause chaos, a bubble being created as it pushed Diavolo, Simeon, Luke, Solomon and Thirteen away, only leaving the brothers and r/n with mc, as they continued singing, the monster flew around, making them see through mc's memories, as the monster was controlled by mc, and they wanted the brothers to see everything r/n had done weather they like it or not

"How to center these troubled thoughts? I pray Can the future bring calm to the sea? I beg"

The bubble began to crack, as mc's anger was proving to be too strong, tot musica creating piano key like monsters to replay the insults they've suffered, mc smirked as they demonic spells were no use, their demon forms not intimidating, it was all coming together as they laughed, watching the brothers and r/n listen to their own words and r/n's lies, it was the perfect birthday gift, mc watched for hours as they were almost driven to madness, their own words replayed again and again, as Mc sang as the bubble continued to crack, slowly laughing as they contained to sing

"happy birthday to me"

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me angst #mc #obey me replaced #replaced mc #uta!oc #and now I retire from this au for good

[rhoorl]

Fan Fic Friday

I've been posting over to the r/Pedro_Pascal Reddit page's Fan Fic Friday posts for a while, and figured I'd start giving recommendations over here too! Here's what I've been loving from the past week in the Tumblrverse ... can you tell who my husband is? 👀

Dieter Bravo

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Frankie Morales

Amaryllis by @gracie7209

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett

Sing Fever to the Form by @thelightsandtheroses

Airport Pick Up by @legendary-pink-dot

The Layover by @goodwithcheese

The Pilot as His Girl by @avastrasposts

Javier Peña

It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest

Café Crème by @ladamedusoif

Din Djarin

Beskar Doll by @justagalwhowrites

Kudos to all of these amazing writers for keeping my phone screen time high and my phone battery low!

#dieter bravo fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #javier peña fanfiction #din djarin #dieter bravo fanfic #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales is my husband #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom

[thomasschabot]

bet all i have on that furrowed brow

jakob chychrun x fem!oc

isobel has a workplace crush and healthy dose of loneliness that jakob is more than willing to cure

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of spending the holidays alone, cursing, partial nudity, alcohol consumption

a/n: for @wyattjohnston 🩷 thank you so much for putting together yet another incredibly successful event, and for giving me the best gift of all - getting to write for you! i hope you enjoy x (we're just pretending hockey works like american football and the sens have a bye week over christmas okay? okay!) many wonderful thanks to @matthewtkachuk for singing my praises via text and fluffing up my ego

The string of days between Christmas and New Years always feels like purgatory. One holiday bleeds slowly into the next, and there’s a general consensus no one knows what day it is or how long it’s been since they ate something moderately healthy. For most it’s time well spent with family and friends, but for Isobel it’s a sentence to near solitary confinement. She has no family remotely close, few friends, and is much too stubborn to take up her co-workers’ invitations to join them on holiday getaways to ski chalets or sandy beaches. Isobel refuses to be more of an inconvenience than she already feels like she is, but it isn’t necessarily best for her mental health.

She spends as much time as possible at work, researching rising social media trends to present to the team and making sure all paperwork is up-to-date. The team will be able to start with their best foot forward in the new year, something Isobel is extremely proud of, and it keeps her going into the office even when she’d much prefer to stay in bed and wallow in the intense loneliness she feels. There isn’t a pressure to produce new deliverables, which is a slight stress relief. The analytics department isn’t needed as much with the bye week and most of the incoming reports can be run by Isobel alone. A number of years ago the NHL implemented bye weeks in addition to the all-star break, which allows each team to not have scheduled games during the regular season. This year Ottawa got lucky, with their break over the Christmas holidays, and players and support staff alike took the opportunity to get the hell out of the snowy capital.

As far as Isobel’s aware, very few members of the Senators organization stayed in the area. From social media she could see co-workers posting from almost every continent, enjoying all the world has to offer. Many roster players were in tropical destinations, hungry to get away from the ice and snow that ruled much of their daily lives. Claude Giroux has taken his family to the Caribbean and posts a rare snapshot of his young boys enjoying the water. Brady, ever the gracious captain, has taken what seems like half the team home with him to St. Louis in order to cheer on his sister’s university tournament being hosted in the same city. Only Jakob’s whereabouts are unknown, his absence from her life palpable, but Isobel’s sure he isn’t in Ottawa. Why would he be? There are a thousand different people and places vying for his attention, and one of them was sure to be the lucky winner. 

It’s her most guarded secret, the fact that Isobel has an almost debilitating crush on who is technically a co-worker, but she’s also sure everyone has figured it out, even Jakob himself. Working with professional athletes means there’s a serious lack of personal boundaries, and one’s private life isn’t exactly private, no matter how well guarded they may be. The boys Isobel works with will stop at nothing short of blackmail to get information out of her, even if it’s only ever used for in-house teasing. No one has said anything yet, which she’s incredibly grateful for, but Isobel can’t help but think it’s the main topic of conversation when she’s not around. 

The suburbs of Ottawa are desolate as Isobel winds through the streets to the Canadian Tire Centre. No car is on the road except her own, and there is only one in the parking lot when she pulls in. Badge in hand, Isobel treks up the steps and pulls open the large door at the back of the arena, one that isn’t used by anyone except members of the organization. Jamie, one of the building’s security guards, is face down in a book — it must have been his sedan parked beside her own sensible compact SUV. 

“Isobel Walker,” he says, surprised to see another person. The offices were open upon a technicality in contracts that is now grandfathered in, but it’s likely Jamie hasn’t seen anyone since he started his shift.  “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready with friends? The New Year's festivities start in a few hours.”

Isobel shakes her head. “Just wanted to square away a few things before the weekend. Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do. It’s just me this year.”

The attentive man doesn’t miss the sad downturn in her voice, or the longing for companionship in Isobel’s eyes. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll get invited somewhere.” Jamie sounds resolute in the statement, but she knows it must be easy for him to think when once his shift is over he’ll return home to a wife and kids. When Isobel is done putting in work there’ll be no one waiting at home. 

The elevator dings then, signalling its availability to deliver a human to the floor where the data and analytics department is located. Isobel waves goodbye in an almost timid fashion, insisting she’ll take good care of herself and promising to at least look into doing something. Nothing will come of it, this she’s sure of, but a small white lie has never hurt anyone. In fact, Isobel deals almost exclusively in little white lies, whether it be to scouts who want to hear a specific player is doing bad so they feel less guilty about not advising the general manager to draft them or to teammates when they ask what she’s doing on the weekends. Telling Jamie one more won’t cause the world to fall apart. Isobel is sure of it.

Her cubicle is tucked just inside the glass doors that shelter the front office from the rest of the floor, but Isobel doesn't head there. Instead, she tiptoes through the space until the corkboard of Senators and their individual season stats is right in front of her. The photo of Jakob immediately catches her attention — not an official headshot but instead a picture from the charity gala last season — and Isobel notices it’s a cropped version of one she has on her desk. In the photo he’s posing with the analytics staff, goofy smile plastered on his face as he stands three people from Isobel. She also remembers that in the photo she’s not looking at the camera, but at him. Eventually she forces herself to stop looking at the gorgeous specimen that is Jakob Chychrun and accomplish what she intended to do. Taking one last look, Isobel places a distant memory that their eyes had locked seconds after the camera’s shutter went off. 

⭑⭒⭑

It’s long past sunset when Isobel returns home, and there’s no sense trying to scramble downtown to an overcrowded bar. She hadn’t been planning on it anyways despite what she told the only person she’s interacted with in a week. Things at the office didn’t take long to complete, despite the frequent distraction of Jakob’s gorgeous portrait in the background, but Isobel couldn’t bring herself to return to her empty home. Since the conversation with Jamie in the lobby she’s been dreading the silence that would greet her when the door rocked on its hinges. Instead of immediately returning home, Isobel drives eastward towards more connected areas of the city and marvels at the tourists in town to ring in the new year surrounded by history. Each street sign passed amalgamated into a mushed series in her brain, and once she could no longer tell what was real or imaginary Isobel turned and headed for home. 

As expected, the modest craftsman house Isobel occupies is dark and silent and lonely, as well as a million other words she can’t think of to encapsulate how isolated she feels. If she had been thinking clearly Isobel would have picked up take out on the drive back, but she wasn't in a completely sound frame of mind, therefore being resigned to heating up three day old broccoli pasta and drinking room temperature beer. She can’t even be bothered to change into comfortable clothing, instead throwing her blouse and slacks over the back of a dining room chair seconds before crashing onto the worn leather sofa inherited from a college roommate nearly a decade ago but that she can’t seem to get rid of. 

The television turns on at the press of a button, and Isobel briefly watches the sports highlights for updates on potential trade targets before deciding she’s done more than enough work for the day and switching to a New Years special. This one seems to be taking place in New York, a place she’s never been nor cared for, but at the moment Isobel would give anything to be there amongst the suffocating crowd. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so earth-shatteringly alone. 

Hours pass by and more beers are consumed, but Isobel can’t seem to reach the buzz she’s so desperately chasing. The performances and countdowns meld together but if questioned there wouldn’t be a detail missing from her recollection. No one could do that inebriated, further proving that getting drunk isn’t in the cards for her tonight. A chill settles over the room and Isobel struggles to wrangle a throw blanket free from its perch on the back of the couch. Though comfortable, sitting in only undergarments doesn’t provide much protection against the drafty windows she should call a repairman about. Some pop star, whom she doesn't particularly care about, is thanking fans for helping them reach a milestone this past calendar year and she zone out. Nothing and everything floats through Isobel’s brain all at once, swimming in circles and causing a beautiful confusion. 

The dull thud of a fist against the front door shakes Isobel from her stupor and possible slumber. Panic encroaches and her sharp survival instincts set in — the baseball bat normally kept in the corner of the living room grabbed and work clothes are haphazardly tossed over frame. The person on the other side of the wood slab is the last person she’s expecting to see, and the fact he’s standing there with a sheepish smile is astounding. Jakob Chychrun is on her doorstep, shifting his weight between the balls of his feet and carrying a large bottle of expensive champagne and a bag of garlic bread. 

“Hi.”

“Can I help you, Jakob?” she asks, but immediately backpedals when she realizes how ill-tempered the tone of the words made her seem. “I just wasn’t expecting any visitors and am wholly unprepared.”

He smiles even more, as though Isobel can actually solve a problem he’s been faced with, and gestures to the objects in his hands like it’s obvious. “Jamie mentioned you were spending the evening alone when I went into the rink this afternoon, and I had no plans, so I thought we could watch the dumb special programs and drown our sorrows in alcohol.”

The answer is so Jakob, so perfect and friendly and warm, Isobel can’t help but return his grin. “I told him I’d look into going out. What are you doing in the city?”

“I wanted a relaxing week.”

Isobel arches her eyebrow. “The beach isn’t relaxing?”

“Not as much as staying at home.”

“Oh.”

Jakob doesn’t skip a beat in bringing conversation back to his original proposition. “Well sweetheart, what do you say?”

All the air leaves her lungs at the pet name, but she manages to nod semi-enthusiastically and move to the side. Jakob slips off his shoes while Isobel closes the door and treads into the living space carefully, inspecting-without-inspecting the decor. She quickly plays the role of gracious hostess, getting her handsome guest a crystal flute and asking if he’d like anything to eat. Jakob declines, saying he had leftovers before coming over, and urges her to sit down and ‘stop fluttering around like a hummingbird’. She obliges, turning to face him and tucking her legs underneath her center of gravity.

Jakob rakes his eyes over Isobel, once, then a second time, before coughing rather aggressively. It rings through the quiet like a gunshot and nearly makes her jump. Unsure of what could have caused such a reaction, she looks down to find the previously hastily buttoned shirt has shifted, revealing a rather large patch of red lace that hints at what’s underneath. Surely that can’t be the reason the normally suave man across from her is a blushing mess?

He respectfully looks away while she adjusts, and Isobel finishes quickly before placing a tentative hand on her shoulder to let her know everything is back to normal. She’s desperate to dissuade any awkwardness. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Jakob laughs, but it comes out a little strangled. “Happens to the best of us. Well not me, in that exact way, but I’ve been caught in my fair share of wardrobe malfunctions.”

Isobel focuses extremely hard on not thinking about what that means, and unsure of where to go from the moment that was somehow vulnerable and impersonal at the same time, she reaches across Jakon to grab the bottle of champagne and doesn't even bother getting a glass. The cool liquid does wonders to soothe the fire in her insides, exacerbated by the fact that Jakob came to her, wanted to spend time with her. Some alcohol misses Isobel’s mouth, dribbles down her chin, but before she can even lift the bottle from her lips it’s being wiped away. 

It’s Jakob, she realizes, stroking his thumb across her skin tenderly and making sure there isn’t an opportunity for the champagne to stain the silk button up that she can never remember to take to the dry cleaners. Clouds immediately form in her mind and Isobel closes her eyes — this has to be a dream. An incredibly elaborate fantasy. Under no circumstance is Jakob Chychrun sitting on her couch staring at her with longing and centimetres away from her lips. She must have fallen asleep, and her dreams are vivid due to the beer. 

“Iso, sweetheart, hey,” Jakob says barely above a whisper, eyebrow furrowed with concern and the slightest bit of amusement. “You alright?”

Her eyelids flutter open, a bit heavy from all the alcohol she’s consumed, but her gaze is met with his blue eyes so close to her own and his fingers fiddling with the hem of her pants. Apparently this is in fact real life, and while Isobel had been trying to convince herself otherwise she’d missed Jakob inching closer and resting his forehead against her own. 

“Yeah,” she sputters, nearly choking on air for the second time that evening. “I drank a bit before you got here and I think it’s all catching up to me.”

Jakob smiles softly, like he already confirmed this, and it’s then she clues in to the fact there are four empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “Are you drunk?”

Laughter trickles from her lips. “I wish,” Isobel confesses, “It would make the loneliness a lot easier to ignore.”

Again, Jakob smiles like he understands. It’s a bit surreal, the way the two of them are so similar, but Isobel can’t help but enjoy learning about him  through these small glances. If she could keep her cool around the man for longer periods than the handful of minutes long interaction they’d shared, Isobel is almost sure they’d be friends, but the universe is cruel and unyielding. She’s destined to never know Jakob all that well, watching from the sidelines as he jokes with Brady and Tim, marvelling at his beauty and resigning herself to the fact he’ll never be yours. 

“Can I kiss you?”

The question steals every ounce of air from Isobel’s lungs. Jakob is looking at her intently, studying her features for clues or transgressions he unknowingly committed. She’s never been good at keeping her emotions steeled away, and Isobel knows everything is splayed on her face for him to decipher if he wants to. The most prominent one is shock. Isobel is beyond surprised he’s asking the one thing that’s been on the tip of her tongue  and whispering in her mind for years. 

“Are —” she struggles to find the words she wants to say. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

It’s Jakob’s turn to laugh. It’s a beautiful sound, his deep rumbles as he nods his head, and Isobel does her best to imprint it to memory. If this is the last time she’ll ever hear it she wants to give herself the best shot at remembering. 

“Pretty damn sure, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to do it since I joined the team.”

Isobel is now beyond shocked. “You’ve wanted to kiss me for three years?”

Jakob smiles in a way that allows it to reach his eyes. Beautiful, Isobel thinks, but doesn’t allow herself much time to focus on it, too eager to catch his next words. “Four if you count the time I got lost when Arizona was the visiting team and you held the door for me to get back to the locker rooms. You were wearing a black turtleneck that made your eyes look even more angelic than normal. I didn’t know that at the time, of course, but I did know I wanted to kiss you senseless.”

“Fuck me, you never thought to say anything when I was so clearly pining after you?” she whispers, emboldened and growing more confident under the confession and moving even closer until her lips are so close to Jakob’s she can feel the breath he inhales. 

It takes a moment, but Isobel gains the courage to tilt her head slightly upwards and slot her lips against Jakob’s. Time stops with the flourish of a cheesy romance novel, though she can’t find it in her to groan internally even if she would under normal circumstances. Nothing about what’s happening is normal, however. Kissing Jakob is perfect in ways Isobel could never accurately describe — all plump lips and gentle touches and whispered sweet nothings. She never wants it to end, but eventually he pulls back. 

He doesn’t stray far, just tucks her into his side with a hint of possession if Isobel squints , and cards his fingers through the matted ends of her hair. Jakob seems to have quite an affinity for the strands, allowing them to keep his attention while Isobel processes the fact that the man she’s been secretly in love with for years has also been in love with her for just as long.

“You know,” she says breathlessly, still in a surreal state from the kiss, “Maybe ringing in the new year won’t be so lonely after all.” 

Jakob giggles in the same warm and gleeful way that made Isobel fall in love with him all those years ago. “I hope not.”

The pair of them spend the remaining hours of the night eating, drinking, and talking about what the future holds. When the television program begins the countdown Jakob looks at Isobel with a gleam in his eyes, and waits until the ball drops to kiss her into the next year.

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[restorationofthetentofdavid]

MORNING DEVOTION AND PRAYERS. LIVE WORSHIP SERVICE. 10TH AUGUST 2023.

Psalms 25:1 (ESV) To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul. By Pastor Lenny Were And Sis. Jacinter. Type your email… Subscribe

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[coffeeman777]

"The normal condition of the Christian life, as the apostle Peter explains, is one of inexpressible and glorious joy, in spite of the fact that we are also grieved by many kinds of trials. We do not ignore the realities of sadness and suffering, but we stubbornly proclaim that they do not have the last word; the kingdom is here, Good Friday ushers in Easter Sunday, and death is swallowed up by life. This, from the resurrection onward, has given Christians a paradoxical way of responding to the brokenness of the world. So Paul and Silas spend a night in the stocks, in an age when that meant muscular agony rather than damp sponges, and hymns reverberate through the cells until an earthquake destroys the prison. Eighteen centuries later, in the same spirit, African slaves stand enchained in cotton fields and sugar plantations, singing the songs of Zion until deliverance comes. Christianity stares death in the face and sings anyway. We are, in Paul’s terms, sorrowful yet always rejoicing."

-- Andrew Wilson, "Spirit and Sacrament"

#christianity #jesus #truth #I love this book #Andrew Wilson #Spirit and Sacrament #Newfrontiers

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

It was 7.30pm, on 6 July 1972...

“Starman” is David Bowie’s Christmas carol. It offers a promise of deliverance, that the human race has been redeemed by greater powers, with a chorus built for a crowd to sing it... 'Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

Handwritten Starman lyrics

“Starman” seems like a revision of “Space Oddity”—“Space Oddity” had placed a frail human figure against the unfathomable expanse of space and cast him loose to drift into the unknown. It was submission to the void, the human race reaching its limits. In “Starman” the unknown is domesticated: the alien comes to visit us, in our homes, whispering through our radios, speaking softly, promising release. The stoicism of “Planet earth is blue/and there’s nothing I can do” is replaced by “he’s told us not to blow it/’cos he knows it’s all worthwhile.” ... “Starman” is also a pop song about pop music…it’s how pop music can instantly create secret societies, break up the tedium of your life, liberate you from your parents. Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

The essential moment comes when Bowie starts to sing the first chorus and Ronson tentatively approaches the mike. Bowie notices him and sweeps his arm over Ronson’s shoulder, pulls him to the mike. It’s a sweet moment of inclusion, the alien embracing the rocker, and, by proxy, all of the nation’s misfits. “Starman” left community in its wake; its promise came true. Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

"I immediately put on some of my older sister’s make-up. I loved how odd it made me look, and the fact that it upset people. You put on eyeliner and people started screaming at you. How strange, and how marvellous.” -Robert Smith, The Cure

”I was hooked. The Top Of The Pops performance changed lives. In 1972, I’d get girls on the bus saying to me, ‘Eh la, have you got lippy on?’ Until he turned up it was a nightmare. All my other mates at school would say, ‘Did you see that bloke on Top Of The Pops?’ He’s a right faggot, him!’ And I remember thinking, ‘You pillocks’, as they’d all be buying their Elton John albums, and Yessongs and all that crap. It made me feel cooler.” -Ian McCulloch, Echo and the Bunnymen

"The way Bowie pointed that finger, smilingly draped an arm around Mick Ronson, and looked beyond the camera to engage the audience sitting at home, stickily hemmed in by disapproving members of their immediate family, seemed of a piece with the new Ziggy Stardust persona we’d been reading about. It felt like an arrival long delayed." David Hepworth, The Guardian

“I just couldn’t believe how striking he was. That ambiguous sexuality was so bold and futuristic that it made the traditional male/female role-play thing seem so out-dated. Bowie was the catalyst who’d brought a lot of us, the so-called Bromley Contingent, together. And out of that really small group of people a lot happened.” Siouxsie Sioux, Siouxsie and the Banshees

Starman page from Bowie: Stardust, Rayguns and Moonage Daydreams by Michael Allred

"I remember the first time Bowie appeared on TV ... Suddenly, here comes a guy dressed as a gay alien from outer space, singing gay alien songs from outer space .... I remember TOTP was family viewing, and I remember watching it with my Mum and Dad. "Oh, shouldn’t be allowed". And there was one bit in the chorus when Bowie puts his arm round Ronson’s neck and they sing together? My Dad was like "Poofter" ... My mother’s intense disapproval made me think ‘Well, there must be something GREAT going on here"...

(maybe people who celebrate song's birthdays are cringe but fuck that post and happy birthday to the broadcast of this song)

#david bowie #starman #top of the pops #mick ronson #i wish i could have found more quotes that weren't from blokes tho #personally i wasn't born iin 1972 but when i first watched the video #new years eve 2004 #it felt pretty electric #still does

[walkswithmyfather]

“You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you, Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the LORD will be with you.” —2 Chronicles 20:17 (NIV)

“It’s discouraging to feel depleted and think, This was not supposed to be my story. Whether it’s the doctor’s report we never thought we would receive, the ending of a relationship we thought would last forever, or maybe the job we worked so hard for that is not turning out the way we expected, we often cannot escape the wars we feel raging in and around us. Yet we wish we could hide rather than face them.

Thankfully, God gave us the beautiful story of King Jehoshaphat that can help teach us how to deal with our problems His way.

In 2 Chronicles 20, we meet Jehoshaphat, king of Judah. He had just received word that a vast army was coming to destroy him and his people.

Jehoshaphat pleaded to the Lord: “For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you” (2 Chronicles 20:12b, NIV).

God’s gentle response settled the king’s anxious heart: “You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you, Judah and Jerusalem. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Go out to face them tomorrow, and the LORD will be with you” (2 Chronicles 20:17).

God cares about our safety and well-being, and often He does provide a way of escape from danger; in this story, though, God called the king to face his problem with praise. And as he began to sing of God's glory, the enemy began to fall (2 Chronicles 20:21-22).

God didn’t tell Jehoshaphat to fight his problem, and He didn’t tell him to flee; He told him to face it with God by his side. The king faced his impossible situation and responded with praise before he even knew the outcome. 

In moments where you find yourself in a seemingly impossible situation and you’re not sure whether to fight, flee or face it, you can invite God into that space too. Even if all you have left is a whisper, whisper His name.

One simple decision helped me face the battle with my job: I decided to start listening to worship music on my way to work in the morning. Not just as background music — I would sing out loud with the words. You don’t have to have a perfect voice to praise. Praise is a posture, not a performance. The choice to face each day with praise gave me the reminder that God was in the car with me and would walk into work with me every single day. This sounds easier said than done, but as we acknowledge His presence, we then notice His power. Our battle cry is the name of Jesus.

As we begin to sing, we can trust that God has already begun His work. By the time we get to the edge of our battlefield, we will see the Lord has already won.

Father, give me the strength to face this day with praise. Help me to remember this battle is not mine but Yours. Help me to keep my eyes on You through every situation I face. I praise You, Father, for Your goodness. Thank You for defeating all my enemies. Thank You for keeping me safe. Thank You for loving me. In Jesus' Name, Amen.”

—Taylor Stuart

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