#inaccurate fellowship

[vildo]

Boromir: we're so lucky Legolas isn't one of them elves that sings nonstop

Aragorn: dude you toot your own horn

Boromir: DO NOT give him any ideas

#tolkien #shitpost #j r r tolkien #jirt #tumblr trash #incorrect tolkien #incorrect tolkien quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #boromir #aragorn #legolas #the fellowship of the ring #lotr trash #lotr humor #lotr crack #lotr fandom #lotr shitpost #inaccurate lotr #lotrdaily #incorrect lotr quotes #lotr fotr #lotr movies

[txttletale]

having thoughts about your point that players/the gm shouldn’t have to design anything for a good ttrpg and wondering if i’m thinking of the gm’s role using inaccurate terms. what would you call the gm’s responses to uncertain mechanical situations in a given game (e.g. a mixed success in pbta - the onus is on the gm to come up with what that means, following some guidance from the rules.)

it seems like something that people find comforting about d&d is that even though the rules are overly complex (and often confusing), many of the common mechanics have clearcut (and boring) outcomes (such as save or suck, hit or miss, etc), meaning the gm doesn’t have to produce/interpret a result themselves. is the other approach (i.e. rules-light) putting more “design” weight on the gm? or is that thinking of it too formally?

otherwise, good design being the gm’s responsibility seems like it just falls under the umbrella of playing in good faith - whatever the situation, it’s bad faith to create untenable/insoluble scenarios that the players can’t meaningfully navigate

yeah, i mean--PBtA games have a list of GM moves, right? when a player has a mixed success, usually that means they succeed and the GM makes a GM move. and obviously those moves have choices and stuff the GM needs to come up with -- something like Monster of the Week's "Put someone in trouble" or "Separate them" definitely require the GM to think of how that works in the fiction -- but that isn't game design, right? the mechanical aspect of that has been handled by the game's rules text. so i think that if there's more weight on the GM i think it's strictly creative weight rather than design weight, unlike the 5e GM who is forced to mechanize anything they might want to make up and is often left without any mechanical guidance

and i mean, i think in general 5e (and dnd more broadly) give the GM absolutely fucking nothing to work with. there are literally no GM-facing mechanical levels other than enemy statblocks (which also, unlike something like Lancer or even fucking 4th Edition, come with no guidance on how to use them or how to assemble combat encounters with them). it's much, much easier to GM a game with GM moves, because then you have an actual set of mechanical levers available to you--and of course, like the aforementioned "Separate them", these levers automatically lend themselves to telling the sort of stories the game advertise for their genre. here's some GM moves from other PBtA systems that, just by seeing them as a mechanical lever, can push the story into the genre and tone directions the game wants to emulate:

Put innocents in danger (Masks, teenage superhero drama)

Reveal an unwelcome truth (Fellowship, high fantasy adventure)

Make honour and shame real (Sagas of the Icelanders, saga-era viking drama)

Bring their gender into it (Night Witches, Soviet airwomen war story)

Make them teach a class (Pigsmoke, magic-school cutthroat academia)

and one of the absolute best things about GM moves (and similar mechanics, like BitD's consequences, or BOB's setting sheet moves) is that because they are clearly delineated and restricted, there's no self-policing. because a dnd 5th edition DM can, rules as written, say at any point "100 ogres appear and beat you to death", they always have to be navigating a series of unspoken social contracts, creating threats but never threats which can win, introducing problems and consequences at a rate that keeps stakes up but is also fundamentally winnable, make everythign feel 'fair'. and dnd players have learned to accept this all as just the table stakes of a GM role, but it doesn't have to be. because all that is game design, and in a better game, that design is taken care of. GM moves say 'look, we've already thought about pacing and fairness, here's the levers we've pre-designed for you to pull, go nuts and tell a story with them'.

so in my opinion PBtA mixed successes represent a lot less onus on the GM to design the game for the designers than anything that happens in 5th edition outside of individual clearly resolvable combat actions--and it's one of the reasons i started having much more fun with TTRPGs once i stopped GMing 5e and realized that other games gave me actual tools and support to work with instead of expecting me to do all that bull shit

#ask #ttrpg

[askthechronoverse]

A Risky Business Proposition: Brickworld

Yes. Brickworld does exist. Yes. It still does a show and has rides that highlights the entirety of TAKOS Tuesday... from the perspective of somebody who was sitting in a mansion far away from the action. Risky did add an entire show in the rotation dedicated solely to the events of the Battle For Syspocalystar. No he doesn't know who Rex Dangervest is.

You ever watched that episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender where the fire nation created a whole show about the avatar and his friends that was absolutely ridiculous and wildly inaccurate? That's both of his Lego movie related shows. They have characterization so wrong, if RJ still had the money he had when he was Rex Dangervest he would have started a class action with the Fellowship of Strangers for slander. This man does not research.

A few rides were also added to reflect everything that had happened since his initial building of the park.

The Royal Gardens and Court: it's a very Queen Wa'nabi coded. Mostly just a small garden where they occasionally hold meet and greets.

Mayhem's Orb of Awesome: it's a dark ride that functions similarly to Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind. It's a tour of the Systar System that ends in a disaster when raptor ships attack.

Raptor Ship of Terror: it's a ride similar to Disney's Tower Of Terror, if it had an element of an interactive Haunted Mansion and is layered with a dash of a light shooter ride. You're in what Risky believed to be the inside of the Rexcelsior. You're fighting against Rex and his raptors as the ship is crashing into Syspocalystar's moon. You don't actually see Rex in it. He's mostly just a disembodied voice.

Brickworld is a very popular attraction among Minifigures and minidolls. It seems everyone at large has forgotten what happened when the park first opened.

#the Lego movie 4d ride was one of my favorite things that they put out for this movie franchise. I'm so glad it was preserved. #summer is definitely coming. I'm just in a theme park kind of mood #I don't understand why I have so many references to Disney park rides here. #⌈touring the world around us⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈lore⌋

[feedingtheflockministry]

The Testimony of Khalil (a former terrorist for Islam)

Love it that Jesus still makes appearances to this day. He is so gentle and kindhearted to those He appears to. Hope you all enjoy this short 30 minute film. I sure did.

Story:

Khalil started memorizing the Qur’an at an early age and developed what he called a “love for the word of God.” As he grew older, his views hardened into a radical form of Islam and he joined an Islamic group. He engaged in terrorist acts designed to overthrow the Egyptian government, and for a time received military training in a remote, desert area of Yemen.

The group’s Emir, however, eventually came to the conclusion that a military option was not practical in achieving their aims against Christian missionaries. The Emir, instead, proposed an intellectual approach. He assigned Khalil the task of writing a book that would discredit Christianity by exposing the Bible as a corrupted text and revealing the passages in the Bible that foretell of the Prophet Mohammed. Khalil was repulsed by the idea that he would have to read the Bible as part of his research, but eventually took on the job at the Emir’s insistence.

When he had completed reading the Bible and cross-referencing it with numerous texts from the Qur’an (as well as commentaries on the Qur’an), Khalil discovered the Bible was neither inaccurate nor corrupted. Furthermore, he found no mention of the Prophet Mohammed, and he discovered the Qur’an itself acknowledges that Isa (Jesus), the Messiah, is God.

Growing doubts now made Khalil’s life miserable. He had always loved Islam and had always believed the only way to God was through the Prophet Mohammed. But now he asked: If Jesus and God are one, then who is the Prophet Mohammed and what is the way to heaven? Khalil began to put his thoughts on paper. He knew his conclusions were not what the Emir would want to hear, but his honest enquiry offered no alternatives.

One day, the Emir came to visit Khalil in his house and discovered the manuscript, which Khalil had entitled “Is the Qur’an God’s Word?” The Emir was shocked at Khalil’s premise, and especially his conclusions regarding Jesus. He threatened to kill him if he ever shared his heretical ideas with another Muslim. As far as the Emir was concerned, Khalil had become a kafir (infidel).

Khalil, however, could not deny his growing conviction that Christianity was the way to God. He began to cautiously seek out Christian acquaintances at work, hoping to learn more about their faith. One day, as he placed a phone call to one such friend from a café, his briefcase was stolen. The bag contained his manuscript, Bible and identity card. Khalil rushed home, troubled and tormented. Alone in his room, he repented for daring to think the Prophet Mohammed was not sent from God and the Qur’an was not the Word of God. He knelt on his prayer mat only to discover that he could not say his prayers or utter one word of the Qur’an. Instead, he prayed in his own words—from the heart—asking God to show him the truth.

That night, Khalil fell into a deep sleep. In a dream, a man came to him and told him he was the one for whom Khalil had been searching. He also told Khalil to read the Book (the Bible). Khalil said he loved the Book, but had lost it, to which the man replied, “The Book cannot be lost. Stand up and open your closet. You will find it there.”

Khalil awoke from the dream, got out of bed and opened his closet door. His Bible was inside on a shelf. Khalil hurried to his mother’s room, woke her up and begged her forgiveness for his years of harsh treatment. As the sun rose that morning, he went outside, greeting friends and strangers alike. He sought out the Christian owners of businesses whom he had robbed or mistreated, and begged their forgiveness, too.

Over the ensuing months, Khalil grew in his faith, gradually winning the trust of local Christians and finding fellowship at a church where he was baptized in water. He has braved persecution but is convinced that no price is too great to pay for the joy of serving the One who gave everything for him.

#islam #islamic #islam help #islamism #islamdaily #convert to islam #bible #Quran #seeking #Youtube

[brunchable]

Conflict Resolution Chapter 4 — 30 minutes || Surgeon!S.S. × Asian!Reader.

Warnings: Coarse Language, Sexual Elements, Medical elements, Arguing, Bickering

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Asian!Reader (OC)

Summary: You and Stephen go to dinner as per the homework Dr. Sofen assigned to the both of you.

A/N: I have no ownership of this story, all credits go to Kate Canterbary for her book, The Worst Guy.

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Stephen

"What else?" Stephen asked Essex. He paced the sidewalk across the street from Pastoral in the Manhattan neighbourhood while his neuro fellow murmured a few lines from an old Snoop Dogg song through his earbuds. It was fucking freezing out here but he was a minute early, and he'd take all manner of damp, bone-chilling wind if it saved him from dealing with Park. At least for one more minute.

"I think that's the last update I have for you," he said. Stephen could hear him flipping through his notebook and the ambient noise of the hospital around him. "For now, that is. I will come up with something soon enough."

"Please don't complain to me about the general surgery fellow grabbing another case out from underneath you again," he said, giving the restaurant a resentful glance.

"Did you hear me complain? Because I didn't. You extrapolated a complaint about that case-thieving sneak from my overall report. The last time I complained out loud was when I was an intern and had so many pagers, my scrubs kept falling down."

That was fully inaccurate but Stephen wasn't interested in debating that with him now.

"And how many pagers does it take to drop your pants, Essex?"

"Yeah, this sounds like a fully appropriate question," he snarked. "And for your information, it was nine. Nine pagers. Urology, trauma, ENT, cardio, surgical oncology, colorectal, vascular, limb salvage, plastics. What a fucking nightmare."

Stephen stifled a groan at the mention of plastics and frowned at his watch. He was going to have to go in there and get this over with soon. He wouldn't put it past you to break a chair over his head if he rolled in ten minutes late. He shoved his hands into his pockets as another gust of cold, raw air blew in off the water. He hated the way summer bumped and stumbled into autumn here, starting and stopping like there was some serious question over whether seasons were supposed to keep on changing. And then, after cold snaps and heat waves and hurricanes, there was always one day in October, just like today, when it all collapsed and the debate was over. Summer was finished, autumn was here to stay, and he fucking hated it.

Stephen hated wintry weather and all the nonsense that went with it. Snow, ice, everything. Goddamn, it was awful.

"Anyway, that was a night I wouldn't wish on anyone," Essex said.

"What?"

"Did you dip out on me there? You do that a lot, Strange. I have to check the paperwork but I think you're supposed to pay attention to me. You're also supposed to be teaching me, not flaking out in the middle of my twenty-car pileup story, but that's a neglect I've come to accept from you."

It had taken me a bit to get his arms around it but he now understood this was Essex's personality. He was obnoxious in a jaded, cynical way, though he never pretended he was in this business for any altruistic purpose. He thrived on ego and half-baked contempt for everyone.

Stephen understood it too, even if he didn't function the same way Essex did. But the guy had a dry, silly side too and it often came out in stories about his intern years in Minnesota, his assertion that Stephen didn't teach him enough, or riding the line between delinquent and savant.

Essex was a brilliant surgeon but not a single day went by without Stephen wishing he'd known all these quirks of Essex before selecting him for a two-year fellowship.

"What would you like me to teach you while you're recapping the greatest hits of your intern year?"

"You could start by explaining how you organise your shit. I bent down to tie my shoes and it took me twenty-five minutes to clean up the mess from my pockets projectile vomiting all over the place. It was a fucking yard sale, man."

"Sounds like a personal problem." Stephen glanced at the restaurant again. He was notably late now. "Could you…uh, do me a favor? Could you give me a call in forty-five minutes?"

"Is that when you slip into a bath? Glass of pinot, chocolates, fizzy bath bomb? Get your me time?"

"What? No. I might need a reason to—" Stephen stopped, neither wanting to nor knowing how to explain this. "Forty-five minutes. I might teach you something interesting tomorrow if you can save me tonight."

"Sold. Setting a timer now." With that, Essex ended the call.

Stephen popped his earbuds back into their case and accepted the fact he had to go inside, sit down with you for significantly longer than he could bear, and talk to you without rolling his eyes out loud. He was going to fail his ass off. It was warm inside the restaurant and he spotted you immediately.

You were frowning at your phone while typing, pausing, deleting, and typing again.

"Excuse me, sir? Are you meeting someone?" Stephen glanced around to find the hostess with a stack of menus cradled in her arm.

"Uh. Yeah, but—"

"Would you happen to be the most insufferable, arrogant surgeon in the entire city? If so, I can show you to your party." Stephen shifted to face the hostess fully.

"How much did she pay you for that?" Stephen reached for his wallet. "Whatever it was, I'll double it if you—"

She held up a hand and shook her head with a grin. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm on her side."

Stephen shoved his wallet back in hid pocket. "How righteous of you." Stephen jerked his chin in your direction. "My insufferable arrogant ass will lead the way. Thanks."

He reached the table in a few long strides, yanked back the empty chair, forcing a rough squeal of wood scraping over the stone floor. You startled, your phone dropping to the table and a little gasp slipping past your lips.

"Arrogant, huh?" Stephen asked, dropping into the chair. "Insufferable too? How long did it take you to come up with that scheme? Did it take all week? Or did lightning strike while you were waiting?"

You leaned back, folded your arms across your torso. That move had the unfortunate effect of reminding him that you were a pointlessly beautiful woman who could wear the shit out of a turtleneck sweater. But he didn't care. Really, he did not.

You could wear all the sweaters you wanted and have all that long, black hair and be annoyingly, disturbingly beautiful and he didn't have to care. Not his problem.

"You're late," you snapped.

"You were late on Thursday." Stephen reached for the menu waiting at his place setting and gave it a quick glance. "Seemed only appropriate to return the favor."

With a glare that could dilate blood vessels, you collected your phone and tapped the screen. You set it in the centre of the table with a pointed nod. After holding your glare through several blinks, Stephen glanced at the screen. "What's that supposed to be?"

"It would help if you could make an attempt at critical thinking," you replied. "It's a timer. There's no reason this should exceed thirty minutes."

Still staring at you, Stephen raised his hand into the air. Soon, a server appeared at his side. "Hey there, folks. Can I interest you in—"

"A beer, please," Stephen interrupted. "A wheat, nothing pumpkin." Stephen blinked at you. "The margherita pizza."

You arched a brow up as you said, "The bucatini, please. No arugula."

"Anything to drink?" the server asked.

"Water is fine, thanks," you replied.

"And what about nibbles for the table? Calamari, eggplant frites, burrata—"

"No," you and Stephen said in unison.

"Okay, then," the server murmured. "I'll get that right in for you."

Once you're alone, you slid an index card across the table. "Five things about me. There you go."

Stephen peered at the card. "Did you buy a package of index cards just for this purpose? Or do you have index cards lying around? Like you're an intern presenting at rounds for the first time? Do you still make notes for rounds? Please tell me you're past the index card phase, Park. I couldn't stand it if I knew you were walking around with little color-coded notes every day."

You regarded him with a smug grin that made it pretty clear you'd rip his face off if he took his eyes from you for a second. "You're the kind of teacher who abuses interns and residents, then? Do you throw things too or is it just shaming and torment?"

"You are the one with the track record with projectiles." Stephen plucked the beer from the server's tray and drained half of it before continuing. "And I'll have you know I'm a great teacher—"

"I'm sure you think so," you interrupted. "And that's fantastic for you. Really, it is. But I don't have a single fuck to give about any of that because I'm walking out of here in twenty-three minutes. Fork over your five things, Strange."

A snarl sounded in his throat as he studied you. He couldn't stop staring at you. It was mostly self-preservation but a shred of confusion lingered there too. He had so many questions right now but the first and most essential among them was: Who the hell was this woman and why did she kill for sport?

He set the beer down, folded his arms on the table, and leaned in close. "I don't think this is what Karla had in mind when she said we were supposed to get to know each other," Stephen whisper-growled. "If you could just be nice—"

"You want me to be nice?" You whisper-screeched right back. "Nice? That's what you want?"

"It wouldn't kill you."

"But clearly it will kill you," you said. "Seeing as I've made a point of being nice to you since moving into the building and you've—hmm." You tapped a finger to your chin.

"Right, yes, you ignored my pleasantries. And now you'd like me to be all sugar plums and lemon drops because it suits your purposes?" You shook her head, that maniacal grin still pulling up your pale pink lips. "I don't think so. No, I don't think so."

Stephen took his time responding to that attack and finished off his beer. He was drinking too fast and practically inviting a migraine into his day tomorrow but he could barely think about anything other than the dark haired ball of fury seated across from him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He set the empty glass on the table and ignored a sudden, perverse interest in what you were wearing with that turtleneck.

You'd been seated when he arrived and you hadn't yet leapt up to bludgeon him with a saltshaker so he was clueless as to whether you wore jeans or a skirt or—fuck, he didn't even know. And he didn't care. Not at all. Which was why he ignored that thought entirely.

"I am talking about saying hello to you in the hallway," you replied.

"Right. Let me see if I understand this." Stephen reached for your glass of water and drained it while you gaped at him. "I didn't give enough attention to your chirpy little greetings so you went all tiny tornado on an exam room, and you're going to hold it against me until you can find a way to be rid of me, even if that involves strangling the life out of me with your precious plastic surgeon hands. Do I have that right?"

Okay, so he knew he was an asshole. He knew this. And now you did too. You gave your empty glass a mortified stare before meeting his gaze.

"We both know the exam room was an accident and fully unrelated to our prior interactions outside the hospital. I am not going to revise history with you. I am not going to be nice simply because it makes you comfortable."

"I don't remember the last time I was anything close to comfortable. Okay? Whether you screech at me or not won't change that." Drumming his finger on the table, he continued, "I'm just saying we have to get through this thing. We shouldn't kill each other in the process."

The server arrived with the meals and another round of drinks, which was a huge fucking relief because Stephen urgently needed something to do with both his hands and his mouth. But he made the fatal error of glancing across the table as the server set your dish down—a dish topped with a whole damn field of arugula. Not only did they not hold the greens, they seemed to treat you to an extra helping because there was no way that was the standard quantity.

Stephen watched you purse your lips together and he figured he was in for another explosion now. You'd send that dish back so hard, the chef would set fields of arugula on fire. But you said nothing when the server asked if there was anything else we needed. And you blinked down at the heap of curly greens, fork in hand, like it was a project you'd inherited and didn't have the heart to abandon.

Stephen sat there, his fingers curled around the fresh glass of beer, and stared while you excavated a strand of pasta from beneath the arugula.

What the fuck was I watching? Where was the tiny tornado? Or the screech owl? Or even the hunter who'd happily mount my head on her wall? And who the hell was this?

You and Stephen ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't until the server arrived at the table to top off your water that you and him shared a momentary glance at the woman's veiny hands. Those were legend-status veins.

Once alone again, Stephen said, "I could get a gray cannula in on the first shot and she wouldn't even feel it."

You gave a dry laugh. "When was the last time you started an IV?"

"Not recently," he admitted. "I usually practise on my residents at the start of their neuro rotation. Gets us off on a good, abusive foot and it helps me rank them by vascularity. Least being best, of course, since they'd never get pulled off the floor to donate blood. It comes back to haunt them when they're inevitably enrolled in a clinical trial."

"You're such an asshole," you said, but there was no heat behind it. You almost sounded amused.

"And what about you? When was the last time you started a line?"

You set your fork down and busied yourself with the napkin on your lap. "You have no idea what I do, do you?"

Stephen dropped a piece of crust to his plate. "Plastics. You make people look pretty after I put them back together."

You dabbed your lips—they were so pale, barely even pink—and set the napkin beside your mostly untouched pasta. You'd moved it around plenty but you hardly made a dent. And then you held up your phone to him as the timer counted down the final five seconds you'd set for the both of you.

After swiping away the alarm, you slipped the index card off the table. "I didn't get yours, so you're not getting mine."

You pushed away from the table and he had no choice but to watch you cross the restaurant. You didn't bother with backward glances, not when you were busy walking like the floor owed you money.

Steohen returned to his beer and pizza, and attempted to figure out what the ever-loving fuck happened here tonight. He was halfway through the last slice of pizza when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He assumed it was you texting him a thesis on his arrogance though he was wrong.

When he saw Essex was calling, he tucked the phone against his shoulder, saying, "What's up?"

The blaring roar of the emergency room came through the line before he said, "I'm early but I gotta deal with an issue. Consider this your fake crisis call so you can get the hell out of whatever you've gotten yourself into now."

"I don't get myself into things," Stephen said, dropping the last of the crust to his plate. "I actively avoid getting into things. I hate things."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't have time to unpack any of that tonight but maybe tomorrow if you buy me lunch."

"I'm not buying you lunch."

"That's cool. I'll get Druid to pick up the tab. He'll want to hear about this. He pays for updates on your misery." A siren wailed nearby and Essex groaned. "Really gotta go now. Be good." He hung up as the server came to gather the plates.

Stephen pointed at your pasta. "She said no arugula. What does this look like to you?"

The server frowned at the dish. "Why didn't she say anything?"

He motioned to the empty seat. "And you think I have any idea?"

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[childofchrist1983]

God promised the people of Israel, through the words of the prophet Ezekiel, that He would show them the holiness and the sanctification of His name. In the times of the old, there were many inaccurate beliefs and thoughts of God and who He really is. God corrected this when He sent His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, into the world to show all of mankind His true nature. Thank God that we can truly know who He is through Jesus Christ, and pray that the rest of those who do not know Him will see of and hear His soul-saving Truth through the Gospel. As Christians, we choose to keep Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ first in our hearts and lives and all other worldly desires behind us. He extends salvation to everyone, and we want to show the world the freedom, hope and peace they can have in accepting and following Him. May we follow and serve God daily with love, trust, awe and wonder. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ strengthen our faith, lift our spirits, protect our hearts, and show us opportunities to help bring others to Him and His Gospel Truth daily. May we do this duty boldly, humbly and faithfully. To God be all the honor and praise and glory!

We must come to Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ with sincere hearts to ask forgiveness and follow Him and His Holy Word and Spirit always. We praise Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the mercy He bestows upon us and we are grateful for His grace and mercy and infinite blessings. By surrendering our hearts and our lives to His will, we see all the blessings He has bestowed upon us. God our refuge and our salvation and our constant provider. We lift our voices to Him in praise for His steadfast love, mercy and understanding. May Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ open our minds and hearts more and more to perceive and embrace Him and His truths. May He help us to find time to pray and read and study the Holy Bible daily and to find power in prayer, praying according to His Holy Word and will. May He help us to come to Him in true repentance and with faith in Him and His grace and merciful nature. May He give us the grace, courage and strength we need to walk with Him and do His will daily. May He teach us to watch our words when we pray to Him and to speak reverently and rightly. May we continually ask God to transform our hearts and make us faithful and humble as we walk with Him daily. We must come to Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ with honest, humble and repentant hearts. We must seek Him and His will and choose to follow Him all the days of our lives. May He help transform our hearts, help us to seek and live for Him above all else and to grow spiritually and build our faith and relationship with Him with each passing day. May He forgive our sinful nature and help us always make Him and our relationship with Him top priority.

As true and born-again Christians, we choose to walk in His righteous path and lead a life that is pleasing to Him. We desire Him and His will above anything else. We desire to walk in accordance with the love and light He has shown to us through His Holy Word and Spirit. We long for a deeper relationship with Him and a deeper fellowship with our brothers and sisters in Christ as well. When we fall into temptation and sin, we must turn to Him for forgiveness, strength and guidance. When believers learn to walk in accordance with God's Holy Word and Spirit, they have deeper fellowship with both God and one another. And the sin that could threaten to destroy that fellowship, if confessed (1 John 1:9), is covered in the blood of Jesus Christ and no longer a barrier between us and God. May we ask Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ to forgive us for any sins we have sinned this day or in days past. May we be faithful to Him and His Holy Word always. May He help us to walk more consistently in the light and to not neglect long to confess and forsake any sins that hinder our walk with Him. May He lead us in the direction He wants us to go so that we may seek and serve Him faithfully. God is holy and almighty and deserving of all praise honor and glory. We rejoice in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ, knowing He is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8). He is the Alpha and the Omega (Revelation 1:8). May our hearts always be filled with thanksgiving and rejoicing. May He help us to praise Him freely and honestly like all believers who came before us. May we live a life that showcases our love and trust in Him and His Holy Word and Spirit as He uses us draw others to Him and His soul-saving Gospel Truth daily. May He continue guide, correct and protect us, so that we continue to grow in Him and not weaken and stray. May we all remain faithful to Him and to this duty and purpose He has called us to. Seek and put your faith and trust in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ and let Him do the rest. May He humble our hearts and help us focus on following and serving Him daily and helping others with joy and happiness. We lift our voices in praise to Him for His love, mercy, peace, faithfulness and grace - For EVERYTHING!

It is vital that we remain rooted in Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit and that we live and walk as a beacon of His light and love and share and spread the Gospel Truth daily, so that the lost souls in this world can come to know Him and be saved. The more we focus on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ, growing spiritually by building our relationship with Him, leaning on Him and His Holy Word and Spirit, the better off we will be. Thanks to this and our faith in Him, we know that everything will be alright. And we will forever be grateful to Him. As true and born-again Christians, we believe in Him and His Holy Word and we strive daily to walk in His Holy Spirit. We know though our mortal bodies should die, He will raise us up and into new and glorious bodies (The Rapture). We who are truly His and alive at His second coming will never die, and our bodies will be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, and so shall we ever be with Him in His Kingdom of Heaven forevermore (1 Corinthians 15:51-52, 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17). This is one of many promises given to us by God Himself. Thank God for His strength and guidance when we are faced with sin and temptation. Thank Him for His mercy and grace. Through Bible study and prayer, God reveals His wisdom and guides us to see opportunities to grow closer to Him and grow spiritually. He gives us direction to live our lives daily according to His will.

Jesus Christ is the ONLY way to Heaven (John 3:5, 14:6), the ONLY way to salvation (Acts 4:12, Ephesians 2:8-9) and He is the resurrection and the life (John 11:25-26). Jesus Christ the LORD of lords, the KING of kings, the GOD of gods (Deuteronomy 10:17, 1 Timothy 6:15, Revelation 17:14, Revelation 19:16) - He is the Living, Almighty and Everlasting God (Isaiah 9:6, Revelation 1:8, John 3:16, John 3:36, Jeremiah 10:10). There is no other God besides Him (Isaiah 45:5). We MUST humble ourselves before Him, turning our backs on false teachers, false gods and idols and our sinful ways. We MUST repent and turn back to God and recognize who He is and love Him in return for His great love for us. We MUST make God top priority everyday! May we be motivated to spread God's Holy Word and Gospel Truth to all the Earth, knowing that it is the only hope of all those lost in their sins. Let us not hold out a false hope for men to be saved without the Gospel, but instead, strive to do our part to get the Gospel out to a lost and dying world.

Leaning on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit strengthens us and our knowledge and wisdom about God and His Gospel Truth, exposing these imposters. May God help us to seek and lean on Him daily to gain the strength, wisdom and spiritual discernment needed to expose Satan and his imposters who seek to destroy us and God's ultimate Truth. Everyday, we must remember to share Jesus Christ's Gospel Truth with the world and to thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross at Calvary. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and from the eternal damnation of Hell. In all we say and do, may all praise, honor and glory always be given to Him and His Kingdom of Heaven.

With renewed minds, hearts and wills, let us serve Him humbly and faithfully out of pure love and grateful rejoicing. May He remind us of His presence and to remain at peace, fully knowing that all will be well because He is always with us. Let us seek Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ today and everyday with all our heart and being, looking for His love, light and will for our lives with each step we take. Let us seek to please Him with our thoughts, words, and deeds and seek to advance His Kingdom of Heaven and His glory with our lives. Let us seek Him from a pure and humble heart, and when we so seek, we believe Him and His promise that we will find. May He help us all to be more sensitive to the teaching ministry of His Holy Word and Spirit, relying on Him and allowing Him to speak to us and guide us every step of our Christian journey.

God gave us the Holy Bible - His living and Holy Word - to let us know of Him and His abiding love and care as well as guide and prepare us for all our lives. May He help us encourage one another as we continue our walk with Him and our duty to Him daily. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for being present for all our new beginnings and all our lives. May He redirect any anxiety we feel as He provides countless opportunities for growth and change. May we humble ourselves before God always, asking Him to forgive our sins and make our hearts and lives anew through His Holy Word and Spirit. May He help us make Him and His Holy Word top priority, so we can grow spiritually and grow in our relationship with Him as we apply it to our daily lives. Thank God that we can focus on Him and everything about Him, for that is what keeps us sane and at peace. May our words and actions always be a reflection of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit and will.

May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus! He loves us and He knows what is best for us. Seek, follow and trust in Him - Always!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

[strawwritesfic]

Aragorn x One-Sided!Female!Elf!Reader: The Grey Beneath the Gold

Summary: Even the ageless cannot stop the endless march of time and love.

Ratings/Warnings: All (Set during Fellowship; one-sided Reader/Aragorn; Aragorn/Arwen; Galadriel & Reader; inaccurate portrayal of elves)

Fic Trade Prompt: “He was never yours and never would be."

Notes: This is not one of my better Lord of the Rings stories. Also, as much as I adore this book series (and the movies), I've never been able to get through any of the books that focus more on the lore. I am sure I got many, many things wrong about elves here. Feel free to correct me. This thing is so old (written in winter of 2011) that I'm not going to bother rewriting it, but someone is bound to ask me for more Lord of the Rings stuff eventually, and I'll incorporate any corrections in future stories.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

The Grey Beneath the Gold

There was nothing more beautiful than spring in Lothlórien. Elves, over the courses of their lifetimes, could see all of Middle Earth in their wanderings, but could any disagree that the heavily flowered boughs of the forest could not be overshadowed by any other dwelling, elf or no? Though you could not speak for every elf, the answer for you had to be no. Even then, with the air only just warming enough that you could no longer see your breath and with but a few stars twinkling in the sky above, you could think of nowhere else you would rather be.

…Admittedly, it might have been nice if the plate you were cleaning would quit being so stubborn about remaining covered in food, but at least you were in Lothlórien. You would clean one thousand plates with the Dark Lord sieging the very boarders of the wood if it would mean you were able to remain there for many years to come. The moment you had arrived, you knew you wanted to put an end to your wanderings and remain.

From somewhere near the river, you could hear strains of music. It did not take long to identify the specific song. You made another loop across the silvery plate with your towel as you sighed. It seemed as if all your kind could sing of were the Grey Havens as of late. All of the business with the halfling’s ring seemed to weigh heavily on many hearts.

“I guess no one can see the beauty of this forest anymore,” you murmured to yourself as the song came to its slow and mournful end. You wondered who it was that had been singing and if you would see them tomorrow. There was no rule saying that elves could not set out on their own. Indeed, many of them already had.

“Winter has come to Lothlórien.”

You stiffened momentarily at the soft words and the rustle of undergrowth. When you spun around, Lady Galadriel stood in the tiny clearing. Her perfect features softened as your eyes met.

“What—What do you mean, my lady?” You straightened, but you could feel your heart pounding in your throat. If she meant what you thought she meant…“Spring has only just arrived! It shall be many months before winter and the golden leaves visit us once more.”

The ends of Galadriel’s lips twitched upward as she stepped further toward you. The skirts of her dressed swished quietly, though the sound seemed to echo across the suddenly quiet woods. Your pulse only continued to climb, at least until she stood directly before you.

“Oh, [Name],” Her pale hand brushed briefly against your shoulder before the woman settled gracefully upon the large stone behind her. “Though you have only just become one of us—”

“It has been near sixty years, my lady,” you said. Upon realizing you had interrupted her, the blood rushed to your face. “I—I’m sorry, my lady,” you stammered through a hasty curtsy, but Galadriel only smiled.

“That is not long for elves, you will learn. [Name], you are barely two-hundred yourself, hardly old enough to understand how ephemeral these lands are.”

“Of-Of course.” You ducked your head to hide your still flaming cheeks. “You are very wise, Lady.”

Galadriel sighed. “[Name], tomorrow the elves of Lothlórien depart for the Grey Lands. I shall go as well. You are welcome to stay, but keep in mind that with our departure will come the eventual death of your beloved wood.”

Your eyes opened as you whipped your head back up to stare her. If you were a human, you would have been gaping. “But what of the Fellowship?” you demanded in a rush. “Lady,” you added in an attempt to sound more polite.

Galadriel laughed softly, stood, and grasped one of your hands in both of her own. “You are hasty for our kind, [Name]. But even should you choose to remain here, you cannot go with them.”

“I know.”

“I will await news of your decision. Now, however, it might be best if you went to bid your goodbyes. I would not leave without seeing them off. We ourselves leave only hours after they.”

“But—” you began, thinking of the trouble you would be in if you didn’t have the dishes done in time for the inevitable feast.

Galadriel released your hand. “Go.”

You took a step back, nodding, then spun around and sprinted into the trees. The night air stung your bare shoulders, enough that you could not feel the tree boughs that nipped them as you tore past. Night had truly set in, but through the flowered limbs above, enough moonlight sifted that you could see your way.

A million thoughts beset your mind as you ran. Why were they leaving? Why would your lady allow them onward through such danger? And how could you be expected to leave such beauty behind? After all, it was not just the Golden Woods that you would miss.

“[Name].” 

You would have stopped even if you hadn’t hurtled into a very sturdy, very male object, but it certainly helped. You froze upon contact, unsure of what to do other than stare at the body part closest to you—the collar bone, you would guess, thought it was hard to tell through the cloak. 

The person shifted you away. “Good evening.”

“Good evening!” 

You clasped your hands behind your back and looked up into Aragorn’s face. As usual, he looked grim, but then, Aragorn always looked grim. That was why you had been so intimidated by him when he and the others had first arrived. The time spent with him since had shown you, though, that even the true king of Minas Tirth could relax, if only on occasion. 

“What are you doing out here?” you asked.

Aragorn raised his dark eyebrows, looking as if he would rather have asked that question of you himself. Instead, he stepped past you, head cocked toward the star strewn sky. “I was just going to see you.”

“You were?” you asked, and were thankful to find you were able to keep the impatient crack from your voice. “Why?”

Aragorn continued to stand with his back toward you. That was good. If he stood any closer, he might have been able to hear the blood rushing around your body like a hare with a hawk on its tail. At last, he turned back around.

“We leave tomorrow.”

“So I have heard. Lady Galadriel spoke to me this evening. I know it is not my place, but I must ask…why? Why leave? Why now?"

“We have to continue with our trek. The whole of Middle Earth relies on Frodo, whether they know it or not.”

"But Gandalf the Grey has departed from this world.” You shook your head slowly. “Where will you go? What will you do?”

“I know of where Gandalf was prepared to go. Though I had wished not to lead the Fellowship, I will in his absence. We can no longer stand here as evil approaches.”

“It is safe here,” you protested. “Even now, the Dark Lord gathers his forces for assault on the kingdoms of man. To go means death for your party. Sauron will gain the Ring, almost certainly.”

Aragorn gazed steadily into your eyes. “To stay would mean bringing all of Saruman’s forces, and all of Sauron’s in the end, to the very gates of Lothlórien . The woods would not stand.”

“They would stand longer.”

He shook his head and you felt the tips of his calloused fingers run gently across the top of your hand. “I could not sacrifice it. I could not even ask you to.”

“What if I would sacrifice it?”

“It is not yours to give away.”

“Galadriel and the rest leave tomorrow. They wait now only for you to continue on your journey. They will go, and I will be the last left. The woods, for the time they remain, will belong to me.”

“And again…” Aragorn said gently, this time taking your hand. “I would not ask you to sacrifice it for us.”

“I would do it,” you said in a small voice, then smaller still, “for you.”

Instantly, his hand felt stiff around yours. You looked away quickly. 

When he spoke, however, his voice was calm and held not a hint of anger. “[Name]…”

“I would," you said more forcefully.

“[Name],” he said again. “I cannot accept.”

“Why not?”

“You know of Arwen,” he answered, “and of how I love her. I will not turn my back upon her, for it is her I love beyond all others.”

“But…why?” You hated the impatient, angry little word, but you couldn’t keep it down. You left your hand firmly in his, as if daring him to let it go. “Her father will not even have you. I have no such qualms and after all this…” 

You trailed off, afraid that if you continued, your impertinence might give way to tears. 

Aragorn remained silent, then, slowly, he lifted your hand. You turned your face toward him and saw his expression was as calm and serious as it ever was. With his eyes locked on your own, he brushed his lips across your knuckles.

“I will not stay in Lothlorien,” he said, not unkindly, as he moved your hand to your side and released it. “I thank you, [Name], but I belong to Arwen, and she to me. Yet I will never regret our time together. Goodbye.”

With a swish of his cloak, Aragorn disappeared into the murky shadows of the night. Even with your elf eyes, it was as if he melted into and became one with them. 

Your chest felt tight. Of course you had known, known everything. It was no great secret of the romance between him and Arwen. Less a secret still was how Elrond did not approve. Yet you had thought, perhaps, with all of the nightly conversations, he felt the same way, or at least…

At least what? It would not do to say that you hoped he knew of your feelings and would go along with them to make you happy. Nor could you say that you expected him to stay while the rest went on to danger and death. He was a Ranger. Rangers were not known for sitting still.

“[Name]?” A light hand came to rest upon your head. Without even looking up, you knew who it was.

“Winter has come, Lady,” you said in answer. The hand remained where it was.

“As it does to all, [Name].”

"I knew he was never mine. He never will be.” Galadriel’s hand moved, but only so far as to weave its fingers gently through your hair. “I assumed too much of myself. I should never have…”

But what you never should have done was beyond you. Spoke to him? Looked at him? For you could find it no more possible that you would not have fallen in love with him, even in watching from a distance.

Lady Galadriel’s fingers disappeared from your head and again you heard the swish of fabric. “Tomorrow, [Name], you may join us. Though you may lose your forest, you will never lose your dreams. For our waking dreams come to us even in the Grey Lands.”

You took a deep breath to loosen your chest. “But…”

“And even there, our dreams will never tell us to who they truly belong.”

Then Galadriel, too, disappeared, and as she did, again, the mournful wail of those waiting, still waiting, for the ocean and their own old world rose toward the stars. Slowly, you stood. Just as slowly, you held your head toward the sky and for the first time, the song spilled from your own lips.

A waking dream, you thought to yourself, a waking dream with both of your great loves, with Aragon stepping through the golden leaves. If that was what the Grey Lands offered, then, you would go. Go and be happy.

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[jolieterestrial]

Confessions of A Fellowship of drama queens

Aragorn x reader; Reader x the fellowship

Warnings: {Doesn’t mention Arwen} Read proof; somethings may will be inaccurate; song that inspired this : “the night begins to shine” by B.E.R; idk i just wanted something about this song and this was born.

Summary: Aragorn keeps embarrassing himself so the fellowship gives their confessions in “point of views” about the 10th fellow on paper that the nine of them later read by the fire,at camp. Ps. Feel free to interpret ;) Enjoy!

Aragorn’s point of view: (and what happened)

Y/n is otherworldly i don’t mean that by her radiant beauty or her chaotic personality… she is from a different world, one that is far from us. We don’t know how she got here but she knows all of us, apparently i’m famous back home. It is hard to talk to her sometimes, mainly because she always knows what i’m going to say or she associates my words with her world’s songs. This one time the fellowship made camp near the waters. it was dawn, after supper she caught me staring at her which wasn’t surprising to her, i have made poor efforts of hiding my admiration for her. “What is it strider?” “It’s nothing really…” “how can it be nothing, when you look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you see through me or something, you’re right it’s nothing” before i could defend myself she tried walking away but i caught her by the wrist “y/n wait, when i look at you i see the story in your eyes, like night begins to shine” i was being truthful. I saw the stars in her eyes, the unknown. when i confessed to it i didn’t expect her to fall into a fit of hysterical laughter, but she did just that. “Are you alright? Is the idea of us so pathetic to you it makes you laugh?!” “NO N- it’s just that in my world there’s a tv show about fictional superhero team made up of teenagers and- never-mind- you were saying?” “ it seems like, you’re playing hard-to-get, but i can understand… when i look at you i see the story in your eyes” “we should dance!” “When we’re dancing the night begins to shine” Y/n couldn’t stop laughing the duration of our dance it seems as tho i had hit every note possible in the song. I was really embarrassed, i didn’t want her to think of me as a fraud.

Y/N’s Point of things:

I can’t believe i’m here. And most of all i can’t believe Aragorn returns my feelings for him. Honestly coming here i didn’t think i could ever confess myself to him, but ever since i came here the handsome ranger has been trying to confess his feelings and i haven’t exactly made it easy. I don’t know how but he keeps referencing the weirdest things from home… so the last time he let it happen was when we made camp near the waters…everything was fine after the evening meal, even pipin was satisfied, obviously unlike Aragorn who yeeted me to him after i tried running away from our nowhere heading discussion. I was right of course he started singing and then we danced to night begins to shine i hope cyborg is proud of me in an alternate universe.

Gimli’s point of view: (a view from a low point, but we Stan a short king!)

Oy! I knew that girl wasn’t of our world the day i saw her. Well, here’s one Dwarf she won’t ensnare so easily. (Meanwhile Haldir: The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.) I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox. Others might tell you otherwise but the lassie is a witch! By my beard! She’s always ahead of us knowing when and where the filthy orcs are coming from… the Elf princess greenleaf can do that two but he can’t foretell our words before we begin to formulate it! Somehow this witch has enchanted the best of us. Aragorn! By my beard! i should talk some sense into that lad before he gets to close to the witch.

Sam’s point of view:

I’m trying to stay positive and not think about the shire to much and Y/n has really help, by telling us all about the world she’s come from. Apperantly they prepare po-ta-toes in a lot of different,delicious ways…she said they have mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, roasted with garlic potatoes and some even shaped like a waffle. I think Aragorn is lucky to have found someone like y/n who can prepare potatoes in Any shape and form.

Merry’s point of view:

As the original youngest member of the fellowship i’m sort of sad that y/n took away that title from me, but she doesn’t know! Before she finds out i’d like to keep my glory…in Aragorn’s eyes i’m very precious cause i’m little and he prioritizes me over her, i don’t even want to think about what would happen if he ever found out, he’s already overprotective of y/n.

Frodo’s views on you:

I have to confess, y/n has made this quest less stressful. She promised me that i could do what i agreed at the council of Elrond to do, she said she has seen it a lot more than 5 times, she also said she lost count after that… anyhow i don’t think y/n should settle for Aragorn she should travel our world and maybe visit shire someday so i can show her how important it is to know where we come from and belong to. (Ouch! Frodo?!)

Pipin’s point of view:

I don’t know why y/n laughs all the time when strider tries to explain his feelings for the lady, but i laugh with her nonetheless! I won’t forget how strider ignored second breakfast the second most important meal of the day! I will admit that they are the perfect match. she loves to walk long distances. She is not from anywhere we know of, but she is a lot like strider.

Legolas’ point of view:

I think i lost my best friend and my purpose as a silvan elf. I thought my skill to observe would help but y/n came prepared. She knows everything we don’t and hasn’t dared to speak to us once about it. I think that takes a lot of courage. To hold so much power of knowledge and keep it to yourself. That’s why Aragorn should allure her before someone else (elf) does.

Gandalf:

They don’t know this but i made y/n come here. after the years i spent in the library of Minas Tirith i didn’t just discover the nature of the ring frodo’s great uncle stole. I found out there are lot of worlds, similar to ours. In some of them this quest is already fulfilled so i chose a world and asked Ilúvatar to send me the most intelligent and able-bodied of their kin. I don’t know of intelligence but y/n sure possesses great skills… her lack of intelligence is evident in her choice of men. (same girl) there are many of Aragorn’s likeness in her world yet she still choses to lust over the ranger.

*The fellowship simultaneously bursting in Gandalf’s tent* “YOU DID WHAT?” “Calm down you fools…” “how will you explain yourself old friend?” “A magician never reveals his secret?” Let’s just say this explained a lot to Gimli.

Fin.

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[wordbunch]

Hii OMG could you please talk a little about your headcanons about the fellowship boys reacting to reader singing? That was so NEAT omg

hello there Star lady 💖 (the unofficial queen of TROP tumblr)

it was actually lowkey personal hahaha, because I also do sing, but I am very selective about who will hear me lol, so in a way, it was self-insert 😂 (but shh)

Also I find it quite difficult to write for some characters, I was literally stuck on a few of them for HOURS and just like...? i love them but how do I represent them accurately aghhh! I always have this feeling on writing a character inaccurately 😔 because all the fellowship people are such amazing characters and I wanna do them justice so badly! So I really hope I did it, and I am beyond happy that people seemed to like that fic 💖 (btw, insider information, I'm posting an Elrond fic in a few hours!!! stay tuned!)

[jim-fetter-illustrations]

Fairy Tale Indoctrination.......

Did George Washington really stand up in his boat crossing the Delaware River?

You probably got that idea from the famous painting of Washington Crossing the Delaware done in 1851 by the artist Emanuel Leutze.

Well Emanuel Leutze was a great historical artist at that time, and that's why the government commissioned him to paint a portrait of George Washington looking like a vigorous and patriotic hero to viewers of the painting.

Truth is,...George Washington was hiding below a tarpaulin in the boat while crossing the Delaware because the enemy was shooting radically from all directions, and Washington would have been an easy target.

The American Government didn't want a painting like that, they wanted Americans to see the first American president as a god like deity, to inspire the masses.

There are also several things wrong with that painting: first of all the flag you see was not in use until seven months later, second,... the boat shown is the wrong size and shape used for the military, so if Washington stood up like that in a boat such as the one depicted, he probably would have capsized the boat and frozen to death in the cold water. But Washington standing proudly upright produces a more powerful image to viewers of the painting,..... makes people proud to be American, which was needed in America's young stage in history to get people motivated towards "America The Great" sentimentality.

This is really nothing new, because religion paved the way for false imagery for the masses to believe the fairy tale,.....religion commissioned famous artist to paint and sculpt false scenes for them during the Crusades and Renaissance periods to make people believe things simply not true.

Like the painting of the Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci—Jesus and his followers seated around a large table, bread, wine and fellowship.... It's also entirely inaccurate.

Da Vinci was told what to paint by the church, he was commissioned by the church and told how to paint it for the church,.... those 12 disciples were never together in a meal like that at all, but the image of it persuaded millions to believe that's just how it happened.

And none of the Gospels ever mentioned whether Jesus was nailed or tied to the cross. But he was painted to be Nailed for effect!

A picture paints a thousand words to make people believe something not true.

Because empirical proof is hard to prove when there isn't any!

Food for cognitive thought!

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[vildo]

The real reason Aragorn turned Éowyn down was her stew

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[leonbloder]

Lessons In The Anticlimactic

On the night of my graduation from high school, I remember thinking that it was perhaps one of the most anti-climactic things I'd experienced in my short life. 

For all of my high school years, I looked forward to the day when I would leave behind the fundamentalist Christian school where I often felt imprisoned, never looking back as I rode off into the sunset. 

My graduating class was small, not even twenty people.  As we all gathered after the ceremony in the church's fellowship hall, I said to them, "I'm never going to see some of you again after this." 

It was a downer thing to admit, but it was true.  I eventually married the only person I still have contact with from my class.  

I have had many more anticlimactic moments in the thirty-eight years since that night.  Degrees have been attained, goals reached, promotions granted, you name it.  

And almost every time, I felt a twinge afterward, as I thought, "Now what?" 

The other day, I was reading a lecture written by the 19th-century psychologist, sociologist, and philosopher Henry James.  He was speaking about what causes "melancholy," which was a 19th-century term for depression or malaise:   

The sovereign source of melancholy is repletion.  Need and struggle are what excite and inspire us; our hour of triumph is what brings the void.  Not the Jews of captivity, but those of the days of Solomon's glory are those from whom the pessimistic utterances in our Bible come. 

So many things got me thinking as I read this quote.  James refers to "repletion" as the "sovereign source" of melancholy, which is pretty bold.  

He means that when we strive toward something and achieve it, the repletion of that goal hardly brings the satisfaction that striving for it did.  We find joy in the struggle, even though we might hold the goal up as the reason for it. 

I also found it fascinating how James brought in an analogy from the Hebrew Scriptures, which would have been easily grasped by anyone listening at the time. Biblical literacy was much higher in the 19th century.  

What James means here is that the most pessimistic views, rejection of God's laws, and the lessons of Scripture by the Hebrew people in the Bible occurred when Solomon was king, at the height of ancient Israel's importance and influence.  

He intimates that there was less griping and discontent and more faithfulness during the Babylonian captivity when the Hebrew people were in exile in a foreign land after the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple. 

Historically, there is an argument that James' allusion here is inaccurate, but you have to understand that he is using it for literary effect.  

To his point, we feel hollow when we achieve all we thought we wanted, acquire all the wealth we thought we could wish for, move past need and stop struggling and striving.  

This is why peace in our world is so fleeting.  We say that we long for it; we might even be willing to fight for it.  But when we attain it, it doesn't take long for us to find another war to fight or another battle to win.  

Here's the thing: James wasn't advocating for not striving for the good or trying to better ourselves.  That's what he believed we ought to be doing.  

But he highlights an essential truth about how character and determination are formed and shaped through "need and struggle."  More than the mountaintop moment, these companions push us farther and motivate and inspire us.  

If we surrender to God's purposes while on our journey, we will discover a kind of peace and contentment that is hard to explain, even while we are finding difficulty. 

As Miley Cyrus wisely sang once, "It's the climb."  Yes, I used a Miley Cyrus quote. 

We might reach the top of a mountain, but what do we usually see when we get there?  More mountains, most likely, or a wide valley that needs to be crossed.  

This shouldn't cause us to despair, dear friends.  

Instead, it should cause us to rejoice because it means that the greatest learning, the most intense intimacy with God, and the growth we will experience are all ahead of us in the journey.  

We might stay and enjoy the view for a bit, but we have to move on at some point. There are more mountains to climb and more lessons to be learned as we climb them.  

May you find the strength and the confidence to find peace in your spiritual journey as you grow in faith.  

And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen.  

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[wolint]

FRESH MANNA

STOP LOOKING FOR GOD IN THE WRONG PLACE.

1 Kings 19:8-14

We are people of questionnaires, people of too many questions, always asking questions! We ask questions for many reasons, mostly for the need to know, and many more.

Are you looking for God? Do you search Him here, there, and everywhere? Everyone is looking for God, even when they don’t know that they are! We’ve all been at that place where we ask where God is in the circumstances or situation, we’re in, we keep looking for God in places where we think or expect Him to be. Sadly in the wrong places.

Think of how often we play the game of hide and seek with God. Are you playing hide and seek with God even now?

How often do we look for God but keep our hearts hidden?

How often do we go outside ourselves, and the scriptures to look for God? Are you searching high and low for signs of Him? Yet He’s waiting inside our hearts the whole time. The Lord is waiting for us to simply slow down to see and hear Him where we are.

According to Jeremiah 29:13, we look for God with our hearts, not in places or things.

How often do we go out looking for God? We look for him in nature, in church, and in other people. When all we need is to look beyond the natural and into the spiritual to find him.

God used three natural signs to exhibit His presence in communicating with Elijah on the mountain, but He wasn't in any of these.

He’s waiting within us with a gentle whisper, waiting for us to acknowledge His constant presence because he’s always seeking us too. We just need to surrender our search and allow the Lord to manifest Himself.

Elijah was with God and God was with and in him all the time, but then, he chose to leave where God was caring for him, to go lodge in a cave and when the Lord asked him why he was there, he justified his action by stating his jealousy for God in verse 9-10.

We justify our reason for hopping from place to place, church to church, one spiritual session to another looking for God, looking for someone else to tell or show us where God is. When are we going to stop looking for God in the wrong place, places where He’s not?

Are you desperately seeking to find God in your life? Elijah was far from Israel where God has asked him to go but he did what all discouraged people do, he selectively and inaccurately justified his action, unfortunately magnifying the problem and minimizing God.

God wants to fellowship with us, He desires to be our first call when we are in need, and He expects us to approach Him with confidence according to Hebrew 4:16 to discuss our issues. God may even use whatever issues we have to attract our attention.

However, sometimes, we choose to run away and turn to other options. We forget that God is always with us, but we feel He doesn’t have time for us, so, we make excuses.

Stop! Be still! Look inside your heart.

Seek the Lord while he may be found says Isaiah 55:6. Accept God’s offer, don’t delay, open yourself to God and stop looking for Him in the wrong places and everywhere He’s not.

PRAYER: Father, help to always earnestly look for you in the right places and with deep desire in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

WOMEN OF LIGHT INT PRAYER MIN.

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[dabbamallangyirren]

NDIS Services in Ballina

As one of the world’s largest personalisation schemes, the NDIS has a profound impact on the lives of people with disability. It is a national scheme built on the principles of choice and control.

A key factor in achieving this is market robustness. This requires multiple, high-quality suppliers for participants to choose from. To know more about NDIS Services Ballina, visit the Dabba Mallangyirren website or call 0403856995.

NDIS participants requiring physiotherapy services are provided with a choice of providers who can best meet their needs. This means they can maintain their informal support arrangements or work with a Local Area Coordination provider to find suitable support.

APA national president Scott Willis has called for an end to inaccurate rhetoric around price gouging by physiotherapists working under the NDIS. He believes the criticism is damaging to the trusted relationships that physiotherapists have built with their NDIS patients and it is not supported by the facts.

Located on Bundjalung Country, Dabba Mallangyirren is a small, private practice that provides expert assessment, diagnosis and treatment in a supportive environment. The highly qualified therapists take time to understand your unique problems and goals. Their holistic approach incorporates manual therapy, therapeutic exercise and active patient participation. Their focus is on getting you back to a healthy lifestyle as soon as possible.

Speech-language pathologists (SLPs) help children and adults with a variety of physical and cognitive communication disorders, including difficulty articulating sounds, stuttering, understanding language and other people, or having trouble with their voice. They also deal with conditions that cause a physical disability or injury, such as cerebral palsy.

The first step to becoming an SLP is earning a bachelor’s degree in a field such as linguistics, English, or psychology. Then, you can pursue a master’s degree in communication sciences and disorders from an accredited university. You may also need to complete a clinical fellowship year.

SLPs use a variety of tools and techniques to identify the cause of their clients’ communication problems. They may use informal methods like observation or interviewing, and more formal ones like standardized assessments. They also consider their clients’ cultural values and expectations when developing treatment plans. They also collaborate with other healthcare professionals, such as audiologists, doctors, nurses, occupational therapists, and rehabilitation psychologists.

Our behaviour support team provides evidence based behavioural supports for participants with their NDIS plan. This includes assessment, planning and monitoring of client outcomes. The specialised team uses a person centred approach and is trauma informed. This allows us to help people with complex needs, particularly those with complex behavioural challenges.

We work with people living across rural and regional NSW to provide positive behaviour support services. We are an NDIS registered provider of the Improved Relationships Framework and a member of the National Disability Insurance Scheme Quality and Safeguards Commission. We do not use restrictive practices.

We offer family centred plan management that keeps you in control of how you spend your NDIS funds. This service is available for new and existing participants. You can ask for it at your NDIS planning meeting or during a review. You can also request it in writing, by email or by calling the NDIS helpline. We can then arrange for your plan to be managed by one of our experienced team members.

If you need help finding a job or are looking for more hours at your current workplace, our team can assist with a range of disability employment solutions. We can also provide assistance with job preparation, workplace coaching and training to improve your job performance.

When you use our plan management service, we pay your approved providers directly and manage all the paperwork. This means you have maximum control over how your plan funds are spent. Choosing to use our plan management service doesn’t cost anything extra to your NDIS budget, and it can be added at your planning meeting or review.

Our Ballina team is dedicated to providing you with the highest quality support and services. To find out more, contact us today! To know more about NDIS Services Ballina, visit the Dabba Mallangyirren website or call 0403856995.

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

Conent

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by The_Winter_Straw

You could never tell him the truth or even admit it to yourself, but so long as you are near him, why should you need to?

Words: 1480, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of 160 Collective Drabbles

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Aragorn | Estel, Reader, Barliman Butterbur

Relationships: Aragorn | Estel/Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, POV Second Person, Fellowship of the Ring, During Canon, Bree (Lord the Rings), Dúnedain reader, Exposition, Inaccurate Depiction of Dunedain

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[clm3mc]

Day by Day

I wake up. Convinced that today is going to be a great day.

Why will it be a great day? Because I have made sure that everything is good. I am taking care of myself, my baby, living a more carefree, joyful existence. So surely...I'm okay. Right?

I feel the urge. I take out the cuff. I place it on my arm and feel the dread fill my body from head to toe. I convince myself it's going to be fine. Why wouldn't it be? I've been doing all the right things. When I do all the right things, I get the results I want.

It's high. Despite everything. Despite the fact that I've been working to be healthier. It's still high.

My body feels the stress response immediately - I thought I was past this, I thought I was better, I thought I was safe.

But this number tells me something else. It takes my brain over and says, You're not okay. You're in danger. You have to get this under control.

So I start to strategize. I will eat less salt, take more naps, find an anti-anxiety supplement. Then it will all be okay. Then I will be better.

The spiral continues - Google searches, fruit grabbing, workout finished...I have to get that number down.

I find myself in the center of the storm before I know it. The pit in my stomach grows, my brain starts to go foggy, my head feels tense from holding it all together.

And I reach a breaking point. Again.

I once again find myself in this situation. A situation I was so wanting to leave behind.

But like an addict taking a hit, I found myself once again seeking safety in the seen, the tactile, the controlled.

Because if the BP machine tells me I'm okay, then I'm okay.

Even as I write this, I feel the response rise in my body again - just go find it. Take it. It will probably be high, but at least then you'll know.

To say this way of thinking is unhealthy is an understatement. Not only that, it's a process of self-fulfilling prophecy. Thinking this way increases my stress level, thereby increasing my BP. Not good.

So I sit down, lift my eyes to Heaven, and ask God to remind me once again. What is true?

That anything that the BP machine says has the ability to shift and change in seconds. It is unreliable, inaccurate, and will be affected by the smallest of unknowns.

That my body is held together by God's grace alone. It is in a state of health. It grew, birthed, and is now feeding a baby. It does amazing things every single day by the grace of God.

My health is so much more about my state of mind than my physical symptoms. Keeping myself in God's shalom will heal my body emotionally AND physically.

If something does need my attention in my body, I can trust God will bring it to my attention. He has taken care of me my entire life. I need to trust HIS power in my life and not feel that I need to continually take things into my own hands.

My identity is NOT in being perfect. In fact, my imperfections gives me all the reason to boast and say, despite all of the shortcomings I have, God does miracles through me. And isn't that amazing?

Any thoughts that I have that bring upon me a spirit of fear are NOT of God and I need to take them captive and give them to God IMMEDIATELY. Why spend time, energy or stress on lies?

I am okay. Not because I'm healthy, not because I have money, not because I have a husband, a baby, a family.

I am okay because God has given me His greatest gift. Fellowship with Him through the sacrifice of His Son Jesus on the Cross. THAT is what makes me okay. That is the life-giving truth. That allows all of the rest of this life to be exactly what it is...hevel. Beautiful hevel, good hevel, but ultimately hevel. Undeserved blessing that I get to just enjoy. It's all temporary - I should be thanking God daily for the joy it brings and at the same time know that all of those things are not the true point of my life.

So I take deep breaths, center myself in the truth, allow the tension to leave my body, and take a step forward. Each day, there may be challenges. Each day, these thoughts may try to take me over. Each day, the enemy may come for my joy. But each day, I am truly in the Lord's hands and HE is in control of my life. He determines my every breath and by HIS wounds I am healed and set free. Day by day, breath by breath, moment by moment...I am His.