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bloodynereid · 8 days
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chloeseyeliner · 5 months
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i am nineteen. i don't have children. important information.
the cashier in the supermarket asked me if i needed any christmas stickers for my children this afternoon.
EXACTLY HOW SLEEP-DEPRIVED AM I?
[bonus "comedian times".
remake of the jared, nineteen vine:
cashier: hey, lady, can you take our free christmas stickers for your children?
me: no, i can't!
what's up? i'm maria, i'm nineteen, and i have never fucking given birth to/adopted/etc a kid!]
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tealeavesandthorns · 10 months
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@dontcxckitup liked the thing and gets a starter
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"That, most certainly does not belong there." Maria's tone was frustrated as she looked down at the pile of messy papers on top of the box.
"Oh for goodness sake-" She shuffled the papers, all things she'd pulled out for Bond about a few days ago. She'd been wondering what he'd done with them and had hoped he'd returned them. "I'm going to murder him, very slowly and very painfully when he gets back from whatever island he's on." She muttered to herself before a noise at the end of the shelves caught her attention.
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A sheepish look crossed her face when she realised it was M and he might have seen her losing her temper.
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sabermoonlight1616 · 8 months
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Hamefura plot bunnies I'll probably never get the motivation to write
#1: In which Geoffrey is jealous of sharing the "big brother of Geordo and Alan" status with Nicol, thinking that the guy is going to take his beloved baby brothers away from him. In reality though, the real threat is Sophia, who's plotting to get two more big brothers under everyone's noses.
#2: Alan succumbed to his illness when he was very young, maybe around five or six years old. Geordo often sees the small ghost of the twin he never met wandering the halls, or playing that old piano stored in one of the castle towers.
#3: Several instances in which Alan acts a lot like a classic (Disney) princess, from singing to animals to being rescued by his knight in shining armor (either Mary or Katarina).
#4: Either Alan or Maria gets reversed isekai'd to Bakarina's previous world after a suspicious incident caused them to flatline. Could be crack or angst or both.
#5: Alan or Geordo as reincarnators who didn't come from Bakarina's previous world. (Honestly, so many possibilities, but my favorite one is a bit of a crossover with Fire Emblem Fates. In which the previous lives of the twins are two of the many children of the King of Nohr, Garon, to various women. They'd obviously be among the 99% who got offed during the infighting between siblings before the main story of the game takes place.)
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boleynecklace · 2 months
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Seven Sentence Sunday
tagged by the lovely @mihrsuri you are always so wonderful ❤️
tagging: @meerawrites @galacticwildfire @theladyelizabeth @tenderbittersweet and anyone else who wants to do this
Six 7 Sentence Sunday is a writing thing where, on Sunday, you post six 7 sentences from an unfinished work. It can be a new fic, a new chapter of a WIP, or even something you’re not sure you’ll ever post. 
Choose an excerpt from any section (and it doesn’t have to be six sentences) and post it, letting people know what it belongs to or indicating that it’s something you’re working on. 
People get a preview of what’s coming. You get some feedback on what’s there. If they like it, you might get some reblogs that will generate more interest in your story or you as a writer. 
These are gonna be from two different things, i haven't really been writing much in terms of full on stories or longfics but moreso coming from just splurging out anything that shoots right up in my mind.
she comes to him in sleep, drifting away like the wind, vastly in a breeze but can still quickly be seen. the faint smile on her face reminds him of the first time he made her laugh—a memory so simple, yet so preserved, like a photograph sealed inside a locket. 
he loved telling her he loved her. after all, he believed love was the most conquering thing of every aspect in life, and the best part of every i love you he’d utter, be it on his bedside, atop the roof of his apartment, or by the corners of the stage, was her saying them back, as if it were a prayer engulfed in a promise, almost in vein of a wedding vow. i love you until my dying day.
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She rides through the night with her foot held tight,
the blue in her eyes glowing ever so bright. 
He rests by the door, 
though as if his heart would drop to the floor. 
The speed comes with anguish
Her heart racing in an emotion that can’t be distinguished 
His thoughts soar through his skin, with a longing for her touch
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avaetin · 9 months
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Because I'm Extremely delusional, I Headcanon That Persephone was Also inlove with Maria.(I want Nico and Her to get along ♥️)
I don't think it's extremely delusional. I've read a handful of fics like that lol. Maria being their consort, and Nico and Bianca being their shared kids.
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cutepresea · 3 months
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Meeehhh Shirabe Meshi this month seems to be about Maria being worried about her weight
Hopefully there's more to it like the other chapters where they've touched on stuff like that, like the whole thing in chapter 2 where the gags mostly came from Kirika just...not liking vegetables
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sparkles-oflight · 4 months
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Tomorrow I have to do some blood analysis... I'm terrified of needles. Wish me luck
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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year
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nico is actually confirmed catholic in ton
“And, through it all, he’d struggled with his upbringing as a conservative Catholic Italian male from the 1930s and finally learned to accept himself as a young gay man.” (chp 10)
I will take your word on this because I do not feel like checking my copy of ToN and also I have no reason to disbelieve you. Also, i'll be completely honest i do my best every day to try to forget literally everything that happened in Tower of Nero because of how awful all of it was.
ironically immediately after I got this ask, I got another anon talking more about how the troglodytes (introduced in ToN) are racist. And I think that's beautiful.
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taylanix · 2 months
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Doodle Dump 2
Mainly Shadow focused + some eclipse drawings.
Drew at work again.
Lancelot's armor is messed up because I colored it with a red light behind me and I thought it was grey.
Also Eclipse as a hedgehog I see him being taller than shad and always making fun of his shortness.
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bloodynereid · 3 months
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hello!! (2nd request of the day let’s goo). i was wondering if you could do something with a gn reader and either jordan, rooster, phoenix, or hangman?? it’s completely up to you. reader comes from a rough household with like a lot of yelling and swearing and door slamming (from parents and younger siblings) and at one point ____ (insert character here) yells and they kinda just freak out and cry or something because it reminds them of home?? and lots of comfort after?? - 🧚🏻
Sorrys & I Love Yous
pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x gn! reader
tw: bradley is sort of an asshole in this im sorry but it fit with the fic, screaming, crying, trauma response
description: memories and feelings of your past resurface after an incident regarding dinner.
a/n: hii🧚🏻anon! sorry that it took me so long to write this and also sorry that this is so short i'm trying to get back into writing! also i hope it was ok that i chose rooster, he just made the most sense (i was thinking of the jake and bradley fight in the briefing room) and this is good ?? idk i think im having imposter syndrome with my writing haha. also as someone who has had this sort of thing happen to them i hope i wrote this okay, it's based off my own experience but who knows.
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It had been a good day at work. You had been able to finish a piece your editor had been nagging you about and you were actually happy with the final product. It seemed like it was the opposite for Bradley though.
You arrived back to your shared house on the coast later than usual, you had stayed back to chat with some of your colleagues about the new issue of the magazine and time ran away from you. You had parked your car next to Bradley’s bronco and felt a surge of happiness at seeing the familiar blue vehicle.
“Hi honey!” You called out into the lit house after dropping your keys on the little dish beside the door.
“Hey.” Bradley called back to you from the living room, where the familiar sounds of a football game blared out.
You smiled and kicked off your shoes before ambling over to the couch and giving Bradley a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.
“How was work?” You asked as you sat down next to your boyfriend.
“Shitty.”
“Jake being an asshole again?”
“Hmm.” He hums back in assent and you nod in understanding before getting up and walking over to the kitchen. Usually the first person who comes home makes some kind of dinner but as you stare at the empty counters and unlit stove a pang rang through your heart.
“Bradley, honey, did you make dinner?”
“What?” You cringed slightly and turned to look over your shoulder to your distracted boyfriend.
“Did you make dinner?” You repeated.
“No.”
“Uh, is it okay if I just order something?”
“Sure, whatever.”
“Right.”
You went to grab your phone from your discarded bag and started to scroll through the usual restaurants.
“Bradley, honey, what do you want to eat?”
“Huh?”
“What do you want to eat?” You repeated in a slightly annoyed tone, he wasn’t acting like himself and it was getting on your nerves.
“Whatever.”
“Whatever?” You asked incredulously as the man finally met your eyes and a twist of his mouth made a shudder run down the length of your back. It reminded you of your father right before he started yelling in your face.
“Why the hell are you on my case? You’re the one who’s fucking late, what the hell were you doing anyways?!” Bradley yelled out, his voice escalating as his fist clenched around the beer bottle. After a few tense moments it was like your brain went on autopilot.
Your nerves seized up, your vision went white and a whimper escaped your throat. You felt rivers of water start to fall from your eyes and you felt completely and utterly powerless.
When Bradley realized what he just did he quickly let go of the beer bottle and moved to scoop you up in his arms but you still weren’t totally there. Your body seized up and you were suddenly running away from him and into the downstairs bathroom.
The loud bang of the door hitting the frame echoed through the house as you turned the lock and slipped down until your legs were against the cool tile.
Shivers racked your body and sobs fought their way out of your throat and lungs.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” You muttered out loud in between sobs.
“Honey? Y/N?” Bradley’s now soft voice, the one you were used to, bled through the wood. “Are you okay?” At that a loud sob escaped from your gasping lips.
“Please open the door. I- I’m really sorry. I, fuck, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It’s my fault, I should have made dinner and instead I screamed at you when you didn’t do anything wrong… sweetheart?”
“Yeah?” You whispered out.
“Oh there you are. Can you please open the door?”
Taking a deep breath in, you carefully pushed yourself up from the floor and stared at your reflection in the mirror. Swiping your hands against your cheeks you let out another sob before turning around and turning the lock before opening the door.
You were met with the sight of Bradley who had a bereft look on his face. He looked like a puppy who had just been left behind for the first time.
“Oh sweetheart.” He gathered you up into his arms and you encircled yours around his body, clutching him tight.
“What you did was wrong.” You muttered into his shirt as tears continued to run down your face. “You hurt me Bradley.”
“I know and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve that and you’re free to break up with me if you want. I was being a total asshole.” A teary laugh left your throat and you broke your embrace to look at his face.
“I’m not breaking up with you, you idiot! But I do agree with you being an asshole.”
“I deserve that.” You snorted before Bradley leaned over and placed a peck on your forehead.
“I’m really fucking sorry.” He said again and you nodded.
“I know.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
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this was only re-read like 2 times so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes <3
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chloeseyeliner · 7 months
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okay, young royals, WHAT happened while i was studying for the written constitution-
jesus christ on a bicycle.
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hollywedits · 2 years
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the-faultofdaedalus · 6 months
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some very funny things i’ve realized about kat and people’s perception of her is that a) for a While everyone just thinks that she got her powers because her parents were doing unethical human experimentation on her before their death because tony over-related and his arguments were convincing enough and because no one has mentioned this in front of kat she can’t ever correct them and b) it’s very possible that it takes a LONG time for anyone to even realize that i) she has two different powersets from two different sources ii) what one of those powers even IS (her sight, because she just. doesn’t talk about things. again. and the things she notices that no one should notice could just be really good hearing or smell or smth?) and honestly the longer no one realizes any of these things the funnier it is
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chadsuke · 1 year
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Books Read in 2022:
Inuyasha vol. 1 by Rumiko Takahashi (1997)
Inuyasha vol. 2 by Rumiko Takahashi (1997)
Inuyasha vol. 3 by Rumiko Takahashi (1997)
Inuyasha vol. 4 by Rumiko Takahashi (1998)
After the Curtain Call by Assam (2020)
This Villain Emperor’s Gotta Charm the Male Lead to Survive by Yi Yi Yi Yi & Wang Yi (2018)
Boy Meets Maria by Peyo (2019)
Cheri, My Destiny! by Okoge Mochino (2021)
Bodega: Poems by Su Hwang (2019)
[ID: Covers of the aforementioned novels. End ID.]
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cruger2984 · 7 months
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THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT FAUSTINA KOWALSKA The Apostle of the Divine Mercy Feast Day: October 5
"Love endures everything. Love is stronger than death. Love fears nothing."
Saint Faustina is 'a gift from God for our times', great mystic, mistress of spiritual life, prophet, who reminded the biblical truth about merciful love of God for every human being and calls to proclaim it to the world through the testimony of life, deed, word and prayer.
Apostle of Divine Mercy, Prophet of Our Times, Great Mystic, Mistress of Spiritual Life – these are the epithets usually appended to the name of Sister Faustyna Kowalska, St. Faustyna (Faustina), of the Congregation of the Sisters of Our Lady of Mercy. Sister Faustina is one of the Church’s most popular and widely known saints and the greatest mystics in the history of the Church.
Sister Faustina was born on August 25, 1905 in Głogowiec, Poland to Marianna and Stanisław Kowalski as the third of ten children. Two days later she was baptized with the name Helena in the parish church of Świnice Warckie. At the age of nine, she made her first Holy Communion. She attended elementary school for merely three years and then she went to work as a housekeeper in various well–to–do families in Aleksandrów and Łódź. From the age of seven, she had felt the calling for religious vocation, but her parents would not give her permission to enter the convent. However, impelled by the vision of the Suffering Christ, in July 1924 she left for Warsaw to find a place. For another year she worked as a housekeeper to save some money for a modest monastic trousseau. On August 1, 1925, she entered the Congregation of the Sisters of Our Lady of Mercy in Warsaw on Żytnia St.
She lived in the Congregation for thirteen years, staying in many houses, the longest time (she spent) in Kraków, Płock and Vilnius; working as a cook, shop assistant in baker's shop, gardener, and portress. She suffered from tuberculosis of the lungs and alimentary system and that is why for over 8 months stayed at the hospital in Kraków – Prądnik. Greater sufferings from those which were caused by tuberculosis, she offered as a voluntary sacrifice for sinners and as the Apostle of Divine Mercy. She experienced also many extraordinary graces such as: apparitions, ecstasies, the gift of bilocation, hidden stigmata, reading into human souls, the mystical betrothal and nuptials.
Sister Faustina's principal task was to pass on to the Church and world the Message of Mercy, a recapitulation of the Biblical truth of God's Merciful Love for every human being, and a calling to each of us to entrust our lives to Him and to actively love our neighbour. Jesus not only revealed the depth of His Mercy to St. Faustina, but also gave her new forms of worship: the picture inscribed, 'Jesus, I trust in You, the Feast of Divine Mercy, the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, and the Prayer in the Hour of His Death on the Cross, the Hour of Mercy.' To each of these forms of worship, as well as to the preaching of the message of Mercy, He attached great promises, on condition that we care about the attitude of trust in God that is to fulfill His will and show mercy to our neighbours.
Sister Faustina died in Krakow on October 5, 1938, at the age of just thirty–three. Out of her charism and mystical experience grew the Apostolic Movement of the Divine Mercy which continues her mission, proclaiming the message of Mercy to the world through the testimony of life, deed, words and prayer. On April 18, 1993, the Holy Father John Paul II raised her to the glory of the altars and on April 30, 2000, numbered her among the saints of the Church. Her relics are in the Shrine of the Divine Mercy at Łagiewniki, Kraków.
The Holy Father John Paul II wrote that in the age of totalitarianisms Sister Faustina became the ambassador of the message that the only power strong enough to counteract their evil is the truth of God's Mercy. He called her Diary a Gospel of Mercy written from a 20th-century perspective, which has helped people to survive the extremely painful experiences of these times.
This message, Pope Benedict XVI has said: 'The message of Mercy as the Divine Power, as God putting a check on all the world’s evil, is indeed the chief message of our times.'
Source: The Sisters of Our Lady of Mercy (Lakeville, MA)
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