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quite-right-too · 6 months

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Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - Chapter Four

Summary: After preparing for the arrival of her new housemates, the last thing Rose expected was for one of them to be the man whose flat she had snuck out of the night before. Shoutout to @demdifferentstories-29 for being feral with me last night as we fucked around with this chapter a ton. This one was a lot of fun to write and just add little tidbits into.

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The days went on and their friendship blossomed further. Hand holding became automatic, especially when sitting together on the couch. They were very tactile, with Rose pushing on his chest whenever he made a particularly bad joke or James wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him while they strolled around town as she showed him around.

Movie nights would lead to them being so close that Rose could feel James’ heartbeat — usually as they laid on the sofa lengthwise so they could see the television better, her back against his chest while she was situated between his legs. His arms were usually enveloped around her and his head rested on her shoulder.

Jack and Donna had definitely begun to take notice. Jack had started to tease him regarding his lingering gaze whenever Rose walked into the room. Banter from Donna usually included remarks of, ‘Head up in the clouds, Spaceman?’ and, ‘Bloody hell, just ask her out already!’ followed by a smack on the shoulder.

A routine had also begun to form — Rose would find James in the library and would join him on the couch. Sometimes they would read separate books, but he had recently offered to read to her. Rose knew she would be an idiot to turn down that chance with him. So here they were in the library, cuddling next to each other with her head against his shoulder as James read aloud And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

“Agatha Christie! I love her stuff! What a mind,” he had declared as he pulled the classic book from the shelf. “She fools me every time. Well, almost every time. Well, once or twice. Well, once. But it was a good once.”

His ramblings were endearing to her. She adored the spark in his eyes that he got when he talked about something he was passionate about. The smile on his face when she listened, asking questions and allowing him to elaborate more on the subject. There was no lack of topics, either — he always had something he could share with and teach her about. Even if she didn’t fully understand, she loved to hear his voice.

She loved him.

She had never felt this way with Jimmy. She had started dating him when she was sixteen and regretted it every second after they had broken up. He hadn’t been a romantic, never even taking Rose on a date once in the two years they dated.

“‘... Vera had followed Mrs. Rogers upstairs. The woman had thrown open a door at the end of a passage and Vera had walked into a delightful bedroom with a big window that opened wide upon the sea and another looking east. She—’ Rose, are you alright?” His question pulled her from her thoughts.

“Me? Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking,” she said softly. Rose moved her head off his shoulder, offering him a small smile. He could see through her facade and raised his eyebrow. “Okay, fine. ‘M just remembering my last relationship and how awful he was to me. We never did anything like this,” she murmured, gesturing to the intimate position they found themselves in.

James’ head cocked, brow now furrowing. “What happened, if I may ask?” He set the bookmark in the book, shutting and setting it on the coffee table. His hand went to hold hers and she couldn’t help but open up to him.

“His name was Jimmy,” she started. “He was twenty, I was sixteen. He was a self-proclaimed musician with a guitar who travelled around London busking on the street.” Rose rolled her eyes as she remembered how much of an idiot he was. “He seemed so charming, but his personality changed after I’d run away from home and moved in with him. He kept me from my friends and family, trying to convince me that my mum was the bad guy after she had called and begged for me to come home.”

“Oh, Rose,” James sighed, squeezing her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past. He just…” Rose trailed off, trying to find the best way of explaining her thoughts without revealing her true feelings for him. “He never did anything nice like this. Never really cuddled with me or spent actual time with me. I never—” She cut herself off, staring into his eyes and glancing down at his lips. His face was so close to hers now and he was right there with her, looking at her like she meant everything.

“You never what?” James questioned, his breath light against her lips. Her own breath hitched as she watched his tongue come out to wet his lips, his chocolate eyes impossibly dark.

“Just…” She couldn’t even come up with an answer. He was right there and looked so kissable. He began to lean in as his eyes fluttered closed.

‘He’s finally going to kiss me properly,’ Rose thought excitedly. Their noses brushed against each other as heat pooled in their stomachs.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

They jumped apart, and Rose mentally cursed whoever was on the other side of the door.

“Rosie, you in there?” Jack called out. “I need your help with grocery shopping. The list is long and I refuse to do this by myself.”

Rose sighed and straightened herself, standing up and walking over to the entryway.

“Coming!” she growled, trying to keep her cool while mouthing ‘sorry’ to James, whom she had left sitting on the couch. As the door closed behind her, he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He was so close to feeling her lips on his.

The tension building between them was becoming unbearable for James. He found himself regularly taking cold showers and tinkering on his projects to distract himself from the burning ache that regularly appeared after interactions with Rose.

This time was different, though.

He knew he was alone, with Donna at work and Jack and Rose at the store. He quickly ran up the staircase to his bedroom and slammed the door closed. The door was locked, just as a precaution, and he quickly pulled his shirt off and his trousers down his legs.

“God, Rose,” he moaned, easing the waistband of his pants down to expose his hard length.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the night they met. How he drunkenly took her back to his flat. Seeing her naked for the first — and so far only — time on his bed. Well, not really his bed but it didn’t matter.

Sitting at the bar, James shot back another round of whiskey as the low bass of the music emanated from the speakers around him. The pub was dark aside from several small strobe lights illuminating the open area where people were dancing. He could barely hear himself think with all the noise.

Drinking at bars wasn’t necessarily something he took up often, but it was one of those nights. The thoughts of war swirling through his head recently had him walking on eggshells since he got home.

He was here to have fun, which he had to remind himself multiple times throughout the night. Even if that meant having multiple shots and getting a bit plastered. Tapping his glass on the surface, he got the attention of the woman behind the bar and she made her way over to pour him another shot.

A blonde woman called the bartender over, requesting another drink. Even in the low light, James could tell that her smile lit up rooms. Her top showed off plenty of skin and the tight jeans accentuated her nice arse.

Blimey, she was gorgeous.

And he wanted her.

She met his hungry gaze with a tongue-in-teeth smile before turning and disappearing into the crowd of clubbers. Not wasting another second wallowing in his head, James swallowed his fourth and final shot and made his way out onto the dance floor. His eyes darted around the bodies, looking for the mystery woman who now had all of his attention.

After bumping into multiple people, he finally found her. Her eyes were dark, full of passion and arousal and need. He needed to forget his past and somehow this brilliant woman wiped all thoughts except the ones of her. His feet moved to her before he even realised.

“Care to dance?” he asked with a smirk, holding out his hand. The woman’s eyes twinkled as she grinned. Taking his hand, she pulled him impossibly close, moulding her body to his.

“I’d love to.”

The music wasn’t traditional dancing music, but rather booming noise that had just enough rhythm to move your body to. The golden-haired goddess turned around and ground against him, her back to his chest. James moved his hands down to her hips, gripping tightly and keeping her against him. The growing tension between them was evident, hanging like thick smoke in the air.

As they danced, he pulled her against him as his hands wandered around her waist, down to the arse he had been admiring, and skirting just under her breasts. He grinned against her neck as she moaned, feeling it reverberate through his chest. His hips rutted against her, letting her feel the growing arousal in his trousers.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself from his grasp. She must have seen the panic in his eyes because she grabbed his hand with a mischievous look, leading him off the dance floor and towards the dark corner leading to the bathrooms. As soon as they were tucked away, she pushed James against the wall and snogged him, her hands threading themselves through his hair.

He kissed back enthusiastically, pulling her back to him — needing to feel someone close to him tonight. Their sloppy, drunken kisses continued for a few more minutes before James pulled away.

“Would you want to take this back to my place?” he panted harshly, begging the universe for the answer he wanted.

“God, yes. Please?”

The cab ride back to his flat wasn’t long, but it felt like ages as they struggled to keep their hands off of each other. However, he didn’t plan on shagging her in the backseat of this stranger’s car. Thankfully, they pulled up to his flat and James handed the cabbie two twenty pound notes and murmured to keep the change, too focused on the woman in front of him who wanted nothing more than to get naked with him.

Fumbling with his keys, they finally made it into the flat. He slammed the door behind them, thankful that Donna was out on girl’s night and would definitely be staying at her friend’s flat until the morning.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he growled, pulling her along with him. Cardboard boxes turned the flat into a maze, making it difficult to tell which room was which, especially in the dark.

This was his last night in this flat — he intended to make it go out with a bang.

As soon as they made it into his room, they began divesting themselves of their clothes. James pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his bare chest. The woman in front of him, now wearing just a bra, walked up to him and ran her nails through his chest hair. He smiled, leaning down into another searing kiss. Her deft fingers went to work on his belt, undoing it and the button on his trousers before dipping her hand under the waistband and teasing him through his pants, eliciting a low groan from him.

He didn’t have any furniture aside from the mattress on the floor, everything having been moved out into the living room to make it easier for the movers to get out to the truck. He did, however, have sheets on the mattress — he wasn’t an animal. The room simply had moving boxes all over and the blinds were covering his window.

“These need to come off,” he whispered into her mouth, hands moving to tug at her jeans. While she stepped back and finished undressing, James worked on getting his trainers and trousers off. He was pleased to look up and see that she was naked, save for her knickers. Shit, she was beautiful.

Sauntering up to him, the blonde bit her lip as he removed the final piece of clothing, revealing his cock, hard and leaking with precome as he stared at the gorgeous before him.

“Looks like someone’s ready,” she laughed, pushing him lightly towards the mattress and gesturing for him to lay down. As he did so, he grabbed her hand, pulling her down with him.

“Lay on your back,” he demanded. He watched her thighs clench, the boldness she had fading away as she did what she was told. The dirty smile on her face as James crawled over her drove him wild. Pulling her knickers off her legs, he tossed them away. One of his hands trailed up her thigh as he urged her to open her legs for him to settle between. “God, I need you.”

She froze for a second, sitting up. “Wait, are you clean? Because I don’t have any condoms. ‘M on the pill but I—”

He immediately stopped, sitting up and gently looking her over. “I’m clean,” he reassured her, offering a small smile. “I don’t have any condoms, so if you’re not comfortable with this, we can stop. I can call you a cab and—” She shut him up with a kiss, leaning back and opening her legs so he could continue. A quiet growl rumbled through his chest as he slotted himself between her thighs.

“I want this. I want you. Please, just fuck me.” Her hand reached between them, grabbing his cock and running it through her wetness. They both groaned at the contact, James’ hips stuttered, causing him to slide between her lips. “Fuck, do that again,” she gasped, arms wrapping around his back as he repeated the movement.

He couldn’t wait any longer. “Ready?” he asked lowly, positioning himself at her entrance. She nodded, hands moving across his back and into his hair. James hissed at the contact, pushing in and feeling how tight she was. “Shit.” His head spun, reminding him that he was still a bit inebriated. He paused after sheathing himself in her, forehead dropping down to her shoulder as he gave her the moment to adjust and used the time to regain his bearings.

After a moment, he felt her relax and felt like he wouldn’t fall over. He tentatively pulled out, thrusting in with a little more speed. Her nails dug into his back as he repeated the movement. The only emotion he could see on her face was pleasure, allowing himself to give into his primal urges.

“What do you want, huh?” His words were low as he thrust into her again, lascivious grin on his face as he felt her lift her hips to meet his.

“I want you to fuck me. Hard, fast, rough, just— Oh—” She choked out a moan as James wrapped his arms around her torso and set a pounding rhythm, cock hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars. “Oh, fuck! Yes, like that!” Satisfaction filled him as he kept up the brutal pace, feeling the heat in his belly begin to coil.

“Shit, ‘m close,” he grunted into her neck. All he had to do was hold out until she came. Then he felt her walls flutter around him as all he could think of was filling her.

“Me too, please. Just a little more,” she moaned. “Please, please, please.” Her words were like a prayer and he was her god. Who was he to deny this woman the one thing he wanted as well?

As he continued to fuck her, so dirty and rough, her thighs tighted around his as her back arched. James felt her tighten around his cock as she let out a scream of immense pleasure, coming hard. He couldn’t hold back, hammering himself into her as he let out a shout, crashing over the edge with her and filling her with his come.

“God, Rose,” he gasped as his hand wrapped around his cock, tugging furiously as he chased his release. He thought about how she felt around him, hearing her moans as she begged him to fuck her. It didn’t take long before his breathing began to labour as he got close. “Shit, I’m gonna—-”

With a long moan, he came all over his bare stomach. His vision whited out, his all-consuming thoughts of Rose leaving him floating. It was a couple of minutes before he could compose himself to clean up the mess he made and toss some clothes back on. After wiping his stomach with some tissues and putting a clean pair of pants back on, he figured he would just lay down for a bit.

‘Only fifteen minutes,’ he told himself.

James was startled awake by the sound of the front door opening. The clock ticking away above his door showed that he had been in his room for nearly an hour. Right as he found himself to be presentable, he heard Jack cursing as he dropped a bag of groceries. Then his favourite sound followed — Rose laughing. He quickly rushed down the stairs, careful not to slip, to help Rose bring the groceries in.

“Hey! Glad to see that the troops have been rallied,” Rose chuckled as he entered the main room. James couldn’t help but grin at her joke as he reached out to take the bags from her.

“Here,” he offered, “let me help you with those.” Handing him the bags, she squeezed his bicep in thanks, letting her hand trail down his arm as she turned to grab more bags from the car. He turned bright red, swallowing hard and moving to set the groceries down in the kitchen. Jack noticed immediately, looking between the man in front of him and Rose, who had just made it out the door.

“Oh, man,” he laughed, following James and setting his own bags down on the dinner table. “You’re really down bad, aren’t you? Well, good, because Rose is a catch.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied, giving a small sniff and refusing to meet Jack’s eyes.

“I think you know exactly,” the American enunciated with a poke to James’ chest, “what I’m talking about. You like her.” Jack took a step back, crossing his arms and looking James up and down. “And you’re exactly her type, too.”

“I am?” he asked hopefully before cursing, realising his cover had been blown.

“I knew it!” Jack exclaimed, grinning wildly. James rushed to shush him.

“Be quiet!” He frantically looked over his friend’s shoulder, making sure Rose was still occupied outside. “Okay, maybe I do like her. But I don’t have a chance, Jack.”

Jack smacked him on the back, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure you do, especially after Rosie and I had a little chat in the car about you. Just shoot your shot, James. You’re a good guy.” And with that, Jack walked out to grab the last of the groceries, leaving a slack-jawed James in the kitchen.

Maybe I do like her. That was all he said to Jack, trying his best to keep his feelings under wraps. There was no denying his feelings, but the real question was did Rose like him back? ‘I don’t like her,’ he thought. ‘I bloody love her.’

#my fic #tenth doctor #rose tyler #tenrose #ten x rose #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #ten/rose #jack harkness #donna noble #roommate au

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unfortunate-arrow · 7 months

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𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s September prompt (“Hoggy Warty Hogwarts”). Set in July of 1905.

“Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen,” Colm O’Shea murmured as he stared ahead at the crucifix that hung in the orphanage’s small chapel. It was nowhere near as grand as St. Mary’s across the street, but it held the crucifix and the stained glass portraits of the Virgin Mary and the orphanage’s namesake, St. Jerome.

“In nomine patris et filius et spiritus sancti,” he murmured, making the sign of the cross as he rose from the pew as a sign of finished morning prayers. Not that he had done them correctly. He’d not recited the Hail Mary, but the proper wording eluded him, and the Our Father was recited during each day’s mass.

“Ah, good to see that you have finished your prayers, Mr. O’Shea,” Sister Patrick, one of the friendlier nuns, said as she entered the chapel. “You have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Colm echoed, his stomach twisting at the idea. “My ma?”

“No, not your mother. A man, who dresses like he’s quite important”

“Oh.” He sighed.

“Come along. We don’t want to keep someone like that waiting.”

Colm nodded and followed Sister Patrick to the drawing room. It was probably the nicest room in St. Jerome’s, as the children were kept out unless someone important requested to visit with them. Not even the priests were important enough to warrant a reception in the parlor. Colm had always assumed that only Pope Pius X would be important enough for the parlor. Or maybe the king, but why would the king come to see the son of insurrectionists? Hell, why would anyone be interested in the son of insurrectionists?

They were standing outside the parlor before Colm had even noticed that they’d crossed half the building. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered. The parlor was bright, with wide windows, and a coat of blue paint. A man, dressed in a sharply tailored but slightly odd suit looked up and offered Colm a smile and a gesture to sit down. Colm swallowed but tentatively sat down on the couch opposite the man.

“Hello, you must be Colm O’Shea. I am Caesar St. James, a professor,” the man said.

“Hello, Professor St. James. May I ask why you are here?” Colm asked.

“Well, Mr. O’Shea, I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Colm let out a laugh. Witchcraft? Wizardry?

“I wouldn’t be so quick to write it off, Mr. O’Shea. Magic does exist.”

“Magic, like turning water into wine? Or like I’ll make this disappear?”

“Well, I’ve never tried turning water into wine, but I can make things disappear.”

Colm crossed his arms, his brown eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Show me.”

Professor St. James pulled out a long and thin stick of wood and murmured something as he waved it. The light went out. A second later, accompanied by a murmur, the lights were back. Colm nodded, trying not to look impressed.

“So, you’re saying that I’m magic?” he asked.

“Yes. Haven’t you noticed strange things happening around you?” Professor St. James asked.

“I have, but it’s either the devil or a saint.”

“It’s neither dear boy. You have magic through your bones and you will be educated at Hogwarts, starting in September. You will turn eleven on August 27, correct?”

“Yes. But me? The son of insurrectionists? And why should I take your word as a bloody Englishman? The words of an Englishman mean nothing to me.”

“Here is your letter, Mr. O'Shea, although you should watch your language. Most of my colleagues are a lot less tolerant of that language.”

Professor St. James handed Colm a thick envelope. He took it with great care and suspicion. He opened it gradually, wedging a finger underneath the seal.

“Dear Mr. O’Shea,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Caesar St. James

Deputy Headmaster,” he read aloud. There was more, but Colm couldn’t tear his eyes away from the letter.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Not really, Mr. O’Shea. It can be dangerous for a young wizard to not cultivate their magic skills,” Professor St. James replied.

“Fine. I’ll go to your stupid bloody school.”

“Pleased to hear that Mr. O’Shea. And, given your circumstances, I will send someone to accompany you to purchase your supplies and to be sure that you reach the platform.”

“What about the sisters?”

“Ah, I shall explain that your parents left a trust with a prestigious school in Scotland.”

“My mother and father were convicted of planning to commit treason. There should be no money.”

“Ah, we’ll handle it Mr. O’Shea.”

Colm eyed the professor warily. Six years in an orphanage along with the reputation of being both the devil and a saint had brought on a large dose of suspicion.

“And you’re not part of the government?” he asked.

“No, the ministry of magic and Hogwarts are separate from the non-magic, or muggle, governments. Although, there is cooperation between our two governments,” Professor St. James replied.

Colm nodded warily. It wasn’t a response that inspired a lot of confidence. At least, not for Colm.

“Well, I’ll be writing to you to inform you about who and when you’ll be going to get your school supplies. Until September, Mr. O’Shea,” Professor St. James extended his hand and Colm reached out to shake it.

“Bloody Englishman,” he muttered under his breath as he followed Professor St. James out of the parlor. “Bloody magic. Bloody Hogwarts.”

#hp12mom #colm o’shea #hp wwi era #hp ww1 era #my writing #my aesthetic #10 year old colm is just a smart and suspicious little shit #also if you were wondering it’s that his parents were involved in the irish rebellions against british rule #idk if i like the title but we’re going with it

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pandapupremade · 1 year

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id love to make a cat blog like mr j or something but the problem is nobi is. very big. and i know someone would accuse me of mistreating my cat somehow for how fat he is but he runs around a good bit, he doesnt overeat hes not fed a whole lot when he does eat. hes just...big??? literally no idea why hes like this . but i can see it now someone going "this blog is promoting fat cats" and like no i promise it is not

#kermit.txt #nobi tag #ask to tag

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mamapilled · 1 year

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mamapilled's tumblr sideblog to organize all of the mamapills (& sometimes noupill) into categories, just for archiving's sake ^_^/

read my rentry♡ <- infos + mother manifesto (the manifesto)

tags: talk/text/meta/shitpost, drawings, comic strips, p0rn, mother manifesto (the scrap notebook. random ideas before putting in the txti + extra nonsenses)

characters are tagged with their first name. everyone's tag is the ivory household. combo tags: the ivorys (randal & luther tag), ransebtoru, rat people, hitch hikers, mrs nobi and doreamon (luther & seb tag). ship tags: hitchther (i invented that), catmen, catmenther, rantoru, nanather, rat orgy, etc.

aus: ageswap, roleswap, specieswap, regular

yes yes i know i am the insane motherfucker psychoanalyzing luther von ivory to the point of seeing him as an unhinged female hysteria cynical woman rage sweet old lady lovely maddening mother but other than that? i like funny all im really drawing and writing aside from the crazy manifesto is any and every kind of slice of life sitcoms

twitter is terrible for organizing + im a boyblogger at heart so i'll use twt for posting & interacting & having fun and then tblr for. well. archive! which means i wont be active here (at least, not as much as on twt. even less interactive) but if you, the friend reading this, still like the taste of that pill-o-mama, then welcome aboard! remember to strap in and dont be a dog!

how about you just be good, is that clear? ^_^

#mamatalked

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anothanobody · 1 year

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Mikasa-centered insert before their reunion

tw// depression

She knows they’re really worried for her health, both physical and mental as she idly sat at the edge of her bed. Eyes empty and void of emotions, staring blankly ahead at the space. She wants to cry, let out her emotions. But during those moments, it’s like there’s no more tears left to cry within her.

Her health is deteriorating and she knows it. Given by the reason that she doesn’t eat. Any foods prepared for her are ignored. Or if she managed to get tempted, only a bite or two was taken.

Her family and the Yeagers were getting awfully worried. She’s not the usual Mikasa anymore ever since her beloved died. All was left is an empty shell, it’s like her heart doesn’t know what to do during these days.

The locket, now ever so often is safely nestled on her collarbones, preserving the love that they always have for each other. A few moments later, she slowly rose from her seat then made her way towards the door of her room and twisted the doorknob.

Her parents and the Yeagers, hearing the rattling of her doorknob, immediately stood up. Their postures rigid and tense as they waited for her to come out. Not knowing that everything would’ve changed after the very moment she comes out of her room with a determined decision for herself. Hearing the doorknob clicked, they finally got a sight of Mikasa, pale and frail. Mrs. Ackerman and Carla couldn’t help but shed some tears at what they has witnessed. The poor girl looked so sickly and weak. Her mother couldn’t help herself but hug Mikasa and cry to her daughter’s shoulder, muttering “Thank God, you’ve finally come out”. Patting her mother’s back, words finally came out of her mouth “can you accompany me to the church? even for a short while? I’m just going to pray for a bit” Mikasa gently finishes and opened up her fist to reveal a rosary. Carla and Mrs. Ackerman looked at each other, face marred with hesitancy, then slowly nodded. They don’t want to further make Mikasa feel worse.

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Shoes clicking against the tiles of the holy place, Mikasa and her mom along with Carla quickly found a place to recline on. Black onyx hair covered with a long veil made with intricate lace weaving, pinned to her bun and her figure, hidden by a white dress. White is a symbol of modesty and purity. But to her, it symbolizes her and Eren’s souls and love for each other, entwined as one. And so, she kneeled on the hassock of the seat. “In nomine Patris et Filii” she breathlessly began, “et Spiritus Sancti” she ended it with a kiss on the rosary.

“Ave Maria, gratia plena,

Dominus tecum.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus” by then, tears had started to leak out of her tear ducts. Showing her misery and vulnerability to the holy place as she tries to find strength by confiding in his holy Mother.

“et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus” she continues on the verge of sobbing, she’s begging. Begging for the saints and his Holy Trinity to hear her. She just wants Eren to come back, it’s not that too much to ask, isn’t it?

“Sancta Maria, Mater Dei” by now, her tears cannot stop. Palms clutching so hard on the rosary as Carla shushes her while her Mother could only hold her cheek, both of them shedding their own tears. They hate how they couldn’t do anything to stop the pain.

“ora pro nobis peccatoribus,

nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.

Amen” she finally finished it then buried her face into her mother’s neck. Soaking her mom’s shirt with her tears.

Raising her head to look at Carla, she began “If I only knew that this is how it would’ve ended, I would never agreed to him in enlisting for the army. It’s all my fault” her voice cracked. “I should’ve stopped him, it’s all my fault Carla” as she held both of the woman’s hands “I should’ve discouraged him”.

“Shhh, shhh Darling. Please stop, it’s never your fault okay?” The woman said as she let her hands fall from Mikasa’s hold then gently caresses the younger woman’s cheek. “My son would’ve hated that you’re blaming yourself. All you did was be supportive of him, and he’s thankful of that” Carla said while wiping Mikasa’s tears. “So don’t ever blame yourself okay?”.

Now looking at her own Mother, she took a deep breath and started, “I’ve been thinking and I have finally decided, that I’m going to enter the nunnery. I’ll serve God himself while taking care of myself and maybe one day, I’m going to be okay. It’s a way for me to get close to Eren as well.” She despondently sigh while looking down. “At least, I can pray for his peace and safety as he travels through the afterlife” she ended it with a new mirth. A one her mother had not seen for so long.

“Are you sure?” Mrs. Ackerman looked so uncertain. Because she knows that it would bring a new chapter in their lives. The future is foggy, not knowing what was set upon them once her daughter enters the convent. “Yes mama, I’m certain” her ever so sweet daughter replied with a beam. “O-okay, if that’s what you want to make yourself content” the elder woman answered quite weakly.

Sorry if this sucks and took so long. I got busy 😭 and now going to plot how they would reunite

motherfucker here is making me look so useless as fuck 😭😭😭😭😭 but this is so good anon really. i love it. but let me ask you… do you guys say the prayer in latin? 💀 wtf

#nunkasa series au

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4, 7, 13 and 16 for the mashks ✌️

4. BJ or Trapper (for Hawkeye but also in general)

To be completely honest I don't really ship Hawkeye with anybody. I kind of used to ship Hawkeye and BJ, but the oversaturation of that ship has ruined it for me. And in general, it's a draw. I think BJ is better-written, but I'm just plain fond of Trapper, and I think Trapper is a deeper character than most people realize.

7. Best look from the Klinger Collection

Tie between the elegant purple dress he wears in "Springtime" and the outfit he wears at the kissing booth in "Bulletin Board"

13. Favorite gay Hawkeye moment (you can't say the entire show it's against the mashsk rules)

the "Look, Doctor. No matter what comes in, I'm putting you to bed." // "You're the second person to make me that offer. I must be easy or something" exchange in "Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde"

16. favorite Alan Alda episode

GOD there are three that I hold in equally high esteem. If I had to pick only one, I guess "Dear Sis" because I am always in the mood to watch that episode and it does so much to develop Father Mulcahy and the Dona Nobis Pacem scene always makes me cry. But I really really love "Life Time" and "Dreams" as well.

#thanks Angus!#flyingbodysymphony #answered

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withinycu · 6 months

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@dbuendiente liked for Danny

“So . . . Yokai… “ Danny said slowly trying to wrap his head around it. There wasn't much of that around here at the Nobis. He knew his boss was Japanese technically though based on what he’d gathered there was something like bad blood between most Japanese and Mr. Grant's people the Ainu. But Yoka were welcome as long as their money spent.

"Would I like do okay watching some j-horror to learn about shit like that?"

#dbuendiente #dbuendiente {kokoro}#the kid {danny}

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guttedz0mbie · 1 year

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Loser Bracket

#nobi nobita #doraemon anime #mr. x #amphibia #tumblr polls #glasses user swag submit

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rausule · 8 months

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Biographia Iesu

manifestat in media parte à meta ad quod «longum extremum» Christi cum discipulis tendit ad ultimam eius ignominiae et gloriae destinationem; in ultima parte evangelii theatrum supremorum vitae Christi eventum est padizio, poò libere proclamante fierangelo ili Ge (A) 28.30-313

Propterea quod haec ultima scena emblematica est, difficile est definitas coordinatas chronologicas defupera hucana definire, etiamsi quis propensus sit post XX., Lucas certe novit Marcum et sic dictum "fons Q", quod collegit dicta Christi et quam iam citare oportuit, sed etiam multis ex suis fontibus Lucas posuit et statuit fontes in lingua Graeca mediae culturae Graecae aka et quae habet apicem in summo styli prologo (1. ,1-0

Utitur tamen prioribus documentis de historia puerili Gesic. 1-21 Et ad mundum Graeco-romanum qui interlocutorem spectat, cui vodu mobo vive di Gesù exhibet, intime cum historia ooms coniungitur, etiam travaglin Estat dixit Christum Lucam a pulverulento pede depingi. versus Geraleminam ambulat, ultimas terrae aegrotantes sanans. Gesa di Luca prae oculis habere potest orationem suggestivam quam Solus Soren Kierkegaard Danicus in suis diariis reliquit et permissus est te hodiernus fieri, te videre sicut et ubi in terris non in deformatione alicuius con.

Sicut notum est Marco Martes, hora essentiali intra terram evangelicam, uni pernata per concisam datam, id est, per propositum redactionis reale formalisatum in prologo sendelfi pera, interesting pro grammatice et methodologica declaratione quae hic continet. in integritate (1.1-4)

Piche mit habent me za in facto disseminata aliqua eventa compsatisi inter me – sicut nunc mandaverunt odom quod finns ab initio semtimi oculi et dimno uro malmente "vemato dalla Parcia placet mihi quoque accurate facere quod ab initio et scribere a dino pro Eccellenes, comi quod aspicis soliditatem et communicata tibi.

oculati. Inde oritur initium essendi coram notitia historica verifiabili quam accurate peragere

inquisitionis documentalium et elaborari in "renuntiatione iussit. Sed non venit homines mattos, ne ad levan.

Magis attentius ad notitia historica historica, conscientiae aptat quae in illo iugo inter historiam et fidem, ad quam nos fecimus, movet.

Revera, testes sunt etiam servi Pada, co-annunciantes a Maio, et vigiliae ab eis testatae dicuntur graece peplenophoreména, i.e. " peracta, sed in sensu non solum "bona "pezza puncta" acciderunt. sicut de lege prophetarum et psalmorum dicentur, qui adimpleri debent in scelere pleni (24,44; vide etiam 416-21 Mr 5, 17-18). Praeterea nobilis Teofilo demonstratur quaestio de fundandis illis doctrinis, quibus catechizatus, ut in Graeco habetur. Nos igitur coram investigatione sturta et t ologia, eventus et relpon nuntiatio, cine vicissitudines et interpretationes fele

Ex pa prompto apparet et ex reliquo opere, communitas ad quam Evangelium Lisa dirigitur, christiani in fide educati, originis payanae, qui se interrogant de historicis theologicis fundamentis lumfinde ac factum. incomperta illa repudiatio Christi ab Istacle, qui non vidit in Gesa di Natant Scripturas cogere Haec est ratio emphasi plenitudinis » quae in Christo est.

Ecclesiae, ad quam saevit Evangelista, minimas tantum nobis praebet notas in duobus suis scriptis. In paso d 12.54-36 vocalis Notus ut "ventus meridionalis" qui calures portat eam propterea opponit locali in Palaestina occidentali ubi ventus calidus ab oriente spirat. Praeterea, eg bene distinguit inter hominem, quem Mediterraneum, et "lagi Tiberiadis, alii evangelistae hunc hominem" appellant, secundum modum semitionis, quae considerat "mar tatt vi aquae speculorum." Graeciae (alii, ut dictum est, Romam referunt) sed vestigia ibi sunt

Ludicra Evangelii

Programma declaratione emissa, Lawa Evangelium aperit cum duabus "paginis, quae etiam duo inter se eminebant in Hierosolymis, constans metaterminalis totius operorum: Tinanona a Iesu (c. 1-21, qui per duodecim annos clauditur. — olim Gesi in Templo, et tritione iam nota Mancho et Matthaeo della pendicatione de mesmo et tenta- tione Csiarum, quae pro culmine pinnacio dei tempi habent (cann.: 3-4. ) Examinami breviter pariter pecludi

Incipiamus a prima preiadis, quod est etiam prima pagina evangelii Lucae, satis fortasse documentum.

#Biographia Iesu #afrikaans #south africa #lgbtq

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maxriderg · 1 year

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Well, allow me to share this and folks, hit it. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=899kstdMUoQ

Today is the Day where we're going to celebrate #JohnnyYongBosch's #47thBirthday and well, have a #Happy47thBirthday to the Man, the Myth and Legend himself. From him being a part of the #PowerRangers family as Adam Park/Black Ranger/Black Ninja Ranger and stuff, to him being a part of the English-speaking Voice Acting and #EnglishDubbedAnime scene who is known for voicing so many recognizable faces, ranging from Tompok in #TheLionGuard (no seriously, Ichigo/Lelouch/Giyuu/Sasori/Yang/Artemis/Shotaro/Johnathan/Mr. Narukami/Nero/Zero is with Harvey in which, Harvey is Kion), yo the likes of him as Sasori in the #Naruto series, Giyuu Tomiaka in #DemonSlayerKimetsunoYaiba, the Canonical Good Version of Broly from the #DragonBall series, Johnathan Joestar in #JoJosBizarreAdventure, Nine in #MyHeroAcademia, Yukio Okumura in #BlueExorcist, Sabo in the #OnePiece series, Vash the Stampede in the #Trigun series, Artemis from the #SailorMoon series, Eriol Hiragizawa from the #CardcaptorSakura series, Solaad from #TheSevenDeadlySins, Shotaro Kaneda in #Akira, Firion in the #FinalFantasy series, Lujon in #FullmetalAlchemist, Titus Alexius in #MagiTheLabyrinthofMagic, Nobita Nobi in #Dorameon, Bumblebee in a few #Transformers Games, Zero in the #MegaManX series, Guy Cecil in the #TalesSeries, Yu Narukami from the #PersonaSeries with him as Ichigo Kurosaki in the #Bleach series and of course, him as the one and only, Lelouch vi Britannia in the #CodeGeass series.

#SameVoiceActor #GroupPictures

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Fic Update (PLEASE READ)

Hey guys, this is going to be kinda long and rambled so I'll put it under a cut. I would really like if you read through it for a bit of a life update. Also you can meet one of my dogs.

I am still working on Dona Nobis Pacem, I promise you that. However, some things have been progressing in my life that has DNP on the back burner.

I have a pack of dogs, as I am a working dog handler/hobby dog trainer and have worked in the veterinary industry a bit due to this. One of my personal dogs, Brekker, has developed a leg issue. This is going to kind of go deep into it and the veterinary issues if anyone is interest. If not, feel free to skip over it.

In early September, Brekker landing weird during disc comp practice and injured his back right leg. He wouldn't put any weight on it, but being a Belgian Malinois, he doesn't really show pain so it was hard to gauge the severity of it. I ended and brought him home, making sure to give him some carprofen and watched any further issues.

After about three days, I made a vet appointment. Physical exam came back inconclusive so we continued to monitor and planned to take x-rays after the weekend if it still didn't get better. Our fear was a possible ACL/CCL tear due to him landing, or an issue with his hip. We ended up running the x-rays (since we had planned on getting them done anyways) and found nothing abnormal in the hips/knees.

I made a follow up appointment when his hock joint began swelling and becoming more tender. That's when we found a bone lesion in his hock joint. Every dog owner's worst fear came to light: cancer. Not just any cancer, but an extremely aggressive, usually fatal cancer called osteosarcoma. However, this was odd placement and we wanted to keep running tests.

The problem with osteosarcoma is it's very aggressive. Once you find it, you usually have about six months left without treatment. It metastasizes very quickly in the lungs and there's nothing that can be done. There are currently vaccine trials being conducted alongside chemotherapy patients that are showing some good results, so I immediately reached out to them.

From there, we did a bone biopsy to rule out tumorous tissue because we still had another option. A rare fungal or bacterial infection called osteomyelitis, caused when a bone fractures and gets infected. This usually leads to septic joints and bone lesions that look like osteosarcomas, but are in a different location. While the biopsy came back negative on tumor cells, it was still inconclusive with the infectious results. We also did a bone tap with was inconclusive due to contamination with a blood vessel.

Now that I am $7k in the hole with him, I'm moving to an orthopedic and surgical specialist team that will be rerunning all these tests (and I will have to continue paying for) to see if we can get a positive for the infection. Then we treat with steroids and antibiotics/antifungals.

We still have more tests top run (like a blasto urine EIA to overrule the blood fungal panel) and more meds to add on so we're a bit stressed over here.

Anyways, thank you for reading through the ramble. I am working bit by bit to get chapter six out for you guys. Here is a picture of Mr. Brekker so you can see the baby we are working hard to treat.

#my post #my ramblings #sorry for the lack of content recently

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dch-news-22 · 1 year

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Couple kidnapped and killed on their way back from church

Mr and Mrs Ezeaku Chukwuemeka were kidnapped on their way coming back from Adoration at Holy Ghost Adoration Ministry Uke with their 4 months old baby now 7 months. They were kidnapped around Uke- Nobi road and their children abandoned. The kidnappers demanded for a ransom which was paid,but after the kidnappers received the ransom,they didn’t release the couple rather they switched off their…

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Corporate Update from Adventus Mining: New Nobis Board Representative

Toronto, September 2022 - Subject to TSX Venture Exchange approval, Adventus Mining Corporation ("Adventus Mining") (TSXV: ADZN) (OTCQX: ADVZF) is delighted to announce the appointment of Mr. David Darquea Schettini to the Board of Directors of Adventus Mining as the nominee of Nobis Holding de Inversiones ("Nobis"). Ms. Melissa Romero Noboa, who resigned as a director of Adventus Mining on September 6, 2022, is replaced by Mr. David Darquea Schettini.

The chief financial officer of Nobis and an international businessman with a base in Guayaquil, Ecuador, is Mr. David Darquea Schettini. At several Nobis businesses, with a focus on Ecuador, Colombia, and the United States in particular, he has held key commercial and strategic roles. Mr. Darquea has prior experience working in the investment banking, energy, and building sectors. He has completed Finance & Administration studies at Tec de Monterrey in Mexico, a Portfolio Specialization at the Instituto de Estudios Bursátiles in Spain, and Executive Programs at the Wharton School and the London School of Economics and Political Science.

Adventus Mining's chairman, Mark Wellings, said: "I would like to thank Ms. Melissa Romero Noboa for her thoughtful work and support of Adventus since June 2021 on behalf of the Board of Directors and management of Adventus. We'd like to extend a warm welcome to Mr. David Darquea Schettini, a member of the Board who brings a depth of Latin American and local expertise in business strategy, financial management, and project execution. As Adventus continues to evolve into a leading copper-gold development and exploration company, we are certain that Mr. Darquea's considerable talent and expertise will be a benefit to the firm."

Concerning Adventus Mining An exploration and development business for copper and gold with a concentration on Ecuador is Adventus Mining Corporation. The 215 sq. km. Curipamba copper-gold project is majority owned by Adventus Mining, and a feasibility study on the shallow, high-grade El Domo deposit has been completed. Additionally, Adventus Mining is a part of a national exploration partnership in Ecuador that currently includes the copper-gold porphyry projects Pijili and Santiago. Adventus Mining has a portfolio of exploration projects outside of Ecuador in Ireland, with South32 Limited serving as the funding participant. Altius Minerals Corporation, Greenstone Resources LP, Wheaton Precious Metals Corp., and the Nobis Group of Ecuador are some of its key investors. The Toronto-based company Adventus Mining trades on the OTCQX under the ticker sign ADVZF and is listed on the TSX Venture Exchange under the ticker symbol ADZN.

On Nobis One of Ecuador's biggest private companies, Nobis Holding de Inversiones, has operations in the agricultural, real estate, commercial, industrial, construction, and tourism industries. Executive President Isabel Noboa Pontón established the organisation in 1997, and it has since grown into one of the most well-known and reputable private businesses in the nation. The company's commercial activities in Ecuador are highlighted by:

Join forces with DP World at the deep-water port of Posorja one of the biggest conglomerates in agriculture One of the biggest owners and operators of private and commercial real estate, including malls, hotels, resorts, and apartments largest producer of ethanol and renewable energy from sugarcane waste Through the Nobis Foundation (Fundación Nobis), which works to educate and empower women, youth, and low-income communities in Ecuador, Nobis is a pioneer in community development and charity projects in addition to its wide commercial portfolio. To learn more, go to https://nobisholdings.com/.

The sufficiency or correctness of this press release are not guaranteed by the TSX Venture Exchange or its Regulation Services Provider (as that term is defined in the TSX Venture Exchange's rules).

According to the applicable Canadian securities regulations, this press release contains "forward-looking information." Any statements (often, but not always, identified by words or phrases such as "believes," "anticipates," "expects," "is expected," "scheduled," "estimates," "pending," "intends," "plans," "forecasts," "targets," or "hopes," or variations of such words and phrases) that express or involve discussions with respect to predictions, expectations, beliefs, plans, projections, objectives, assumptions, or future events or performance.

The comments that Adventus Mining expects, anticipates, or believes may take place in the future are included in this forward-looking information, but they are not the only ones. Although Adventus Mining has made an effort to identify critical factors that could significantly alter the course of events from what is projected in the forward-looking information, there may still be additional factors that affect actual actions, events, or results differently from what was anticipated, projected, or intended. There can be no guarantee that such information is true, and actual outcomes and future occurrences can be very different from what was predicted in such information. As a result, readers shouldn't rely too much on information that is forward-looking. Any forward-looking information will be updated by Adventus Mining, unless otherwise required by relevant securities laws.

Beaver Creek's "Precious Metals Summit" - On September 13–15, 2022, Adventus Mining will be present at the Precious Metals Summit Beaver Creek and is accessible to speak with potential investors. Please get in touch with Mr. Christian Kargl-Simard personally to arrange a face-to-face appointment.

Adventus Mining Corporation is the source https://www.adventusmining.com/news/122596

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