#this is all i have to offer .. GAD....
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I am, regrettably, thinking about Gillenormand
and I think--part of why he's so deeply unpleasant is because his basis of morality isn't centered around considering people as people, themselves, individuals with their own unique needs and wants , but as Roles
for Gillenormand, doing the Right Thing is not about how his actions actually affect other people, but about how well he's playing his perceived role (which in his case is Haute Bourgeoisie, with a pre-FRev understanding of that role)
This is why there's no problem for him with being generous, in paying his servants or offering individual charity or just giving gifts, etc; that's what a man of his station SHOULD be like, in his reckoning of the world ; it's a way of asserting his social status, arguably even a social duty in that (to him) it enforces social order. Servants, poor people, and/or the women and children of a household should expect financial largesse from their patriarch; certainly they shouldn't be independent of their betters! And a good bourgeois patriarch should be able to extend gifts on a whim-- it proves his security and enforces his social power.
The flipside to this of course is that the beneficiaries of this should be Grateful, and above all should recognize the rightness of his authority here. He provides them with material possessions; they center their lives around doing everything he wants, and acknowledge his authority. Huzzah for the patriarchy!
So in terms of less material generosity, in terms of anything that would require considering his kids or his servants as fully separate people who not only could but even perhaps should have desires and plans that aren't About Him -- oh he's not having that. That is Defiance! Chaos! Romanticism, Probably! Scandal! The Reds!
Exceptions exist , to be sure-- if they fit a person's Role. Gillenormand is entirely fine with the idea that Marius is having affairs without telling him, that's what a good bourgeois boy should be doing! It's Fine if Magnon tries to extort money from him, with the implication of affairs-- that's playing into their respective social roles. But if his own daughter wants to talk about their family? When he said not to? HORRIBLE. Marius isn't psychic and doesn't spend enough time ferreting out Gillenormand's True Secret Meaning? Treachery! Marius is hurting him on purpose!
It's not entirely unlike Javert's concept of social order, although Gillenormand's version is nigh-inifinitely more complicated--but then, both he and Javert would probably agree that Gillenormand should be the one handling complexities; Javert only needs to know who he should Obey (practically everyone, by the rules either of them keeps).
if all of that's right, I think part of what's going on with him after Marius recovers is not just that he's realized Marius is able to operate independently of him and thus isn't someone he can bully anymore--it's that Marius is , in his eyes, really moving into being the acting male head of household, and thus the person the rest of them owe fealty to. Especially with Marius getting married and probably starting his own family, and ESPECIALLY especially with Marius being independently wealthy--he's becoming the center of the family, instead of Gillenormand.
I really hope that's right, actually, because if it is then Marius and his new role in the household is something Gillenormand won't be trying to work his way around to taking over the household again; this is the order of things and he's got his new role. But also: gad, what a depressing ideology. What a depressing person.
#Gillenormand#like his Belief System has its perks#again: I don't think a father in Marius' mold WOULD accept Cosette so easily#but overall: what an exhausting belief system. what an exhausting person.
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I love the “all the hermits steal eachothers clothes, but Etho gets stolen from the most” headcanon
But consider, it’s a right of passage at this point. The true initiation for becoming a hermit is stealing one of Ethos shirts. It was at a point where some of the hermits made it into a game where they’d try to be as sneaky as they could so Etho wouldn’t notice them stealing from their closet, and near everyone failed (Exept for Cleo somehow, one day she just showed up with one of Ethos cardigans and they just stood there befuddled)
Grian was extremely only slightly pouty when he learned about the joke game, because Etho wasn’t there to steal from when he joined in s6. Word got to Etho about how disappointed Grian was so they decided to fuck with them even further and play keep away with their closet for a good few months until Grian finally was able to snag on of their sweaters. Grian holds that little bounty pile of sweaters very dear.
Pearl was able to just grab something within a day of being on the server for the first time. Grian told her about the game and he just spent a good few months planning out her heist.
With Gem she did have her moment of theft, ignoring the fact Etho was right behind her and gad let her into said closet,,, she did laugh at how many old Canadian flag shirts they had, they were gifts so it’s not like they can throw them out don’t be rude. Gem did surprise them though! She offered a trade of an skirt she had that was too big for her in exchange of the sweater she took. It’s a very flowy skirt and Etho wore it for a week straight because of how soft it was.
#headcanon dump#hermitcraft#etho#ethoslab#geminitay#pearlescentmoon#grian#they just live out of ethos closet man#very fluffy heacanons
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Understanding
Scout x gn!reader that tells him about their GAD (generalized anxiety disorder)
Gif credit to @ clini-calia
Notes: this is based off my own experience with GAD. Please tell me if this needs some editing or if you have any suggestions (please don’t be shy, dm or reblog me!).
Warnings: none. Just fluff.
The two of you met semi-awkwardly at the beginning of your relationship, but luckily Scout talked a lot and you liked to listen. You quickly found your commonalities and finally got a little friendlier with each other. Before you knew it, he made the big step to ask you to be his partner. You were excited and scared about the offer. Should I be myself or a better version so he’ll still like me? Does he really like me back? Is he actually a terrible partner? Am I making a mistake? Will he even like me when he finds out more about me?
As your relationship progressed the anxiety subsided, and you found a rhythm that worked for both of you. He knew you were a little shy and got overwhelmed sometimes, but he helped you out when you needed it, which you were beyond thankful for.
One night, Scout and you sat on the base’s roof together, stargazing with each other in arms. “Those are pretty,” He pointed at a cluster of stars that freckled the sky, “almost as pretty as you!”
You let out a little scoff and punched his arm playfully, “You’re so cheesy. But I don’t know, you’re still pretty nice, I guess.” You had a mischievous grin and earned a light punch in return.
“Hey, remember when we first met?” He smiled after a moment. “Yeah. Heh.” You replied shyly. As you spoke, you recollected everything you could of done better when you first met. You could have talked more, you could have stopped looking at the ground and fidgeting, the list went on. You were extremely thankful for the love you had now, but the tiny things always sat in your brain.
Scout noticed your expression. “Hey, wait, what’s wrong?” He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. “Oh, uh..it’s nothing. Just thinking.” “C’mon. Talk to me.” Scout gazed at you with eyes you couldn’t refuse. You let out a small sigh.
“I have this thing, where…I kinda think people hate me all the time? I have a hard time making friends every now and then, and… talking is really hard too. I’m also scared of doing things because of ‘what might happen’,—“
“-That’s why you can’t sleep?” Scout asked in the middle of your sentence. You nodded your head in response. “It’s called ‘Generalized Anxiety Disorder’.” Scout just smiles and kisses your cheek. “Thanks for telling me, toots. Now that you say it, that kinda makes sense.”
An air of ease washed over you and relieved all the tension you didn’t know had built up. “Really? You’re not freaked out that I have a mental disorder or confused or something?” You questioned. “Nope. You seem normal to me, even if you are a little scared sometimes.”
That comment almost brought tears to your eyes. Scout was so kind and accepting, often a lot more than some of the people you’ve met. They would just think you were ignoring them and ignore you back. But Scout never ignored you, instead he helped you if you were struggling. He was always by your side, and you loved him for it.
You nuzzled into his neck, and started to enjoy the moments you spent together a little more after that night.
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Autumn troupe + SAD!GAD! reader
To one of my lovely besties 💕
Attention: Slight mentions of anxiety and such! Not too much, but just in case wanted to put it here. Good ending tho! <3
Please enjoy! 💕
Okay so! I their reactions to someone with these characteristics does depend of course on who you come in contact with, because all of them have different layers of approaching the situation:
Taichi
Becomes a ball of nerves when you threaten to cry. If you do he might as cry well!!
As time passes, decides to share things about himself with you.
He doesn’t know what you go through and he’s not going to pretend to, but! wants you to know he’s someone you can feel at ease with, at of course he thinks you learning more about him could help. Maybe that way you won’t find him as scary?
Will probably use jokes to diffuse any awkwardness or discomfort during interactions, and will be over the moon if you laugh.
Omi
So, so patient.
Catches on quickly about what might be going on is might become a tad protective.
Definitely eager to help you not feel tense around him and the others -anything to help you, he’s ready to do.
Lets you take the lead and control the pace of your interactions, always with a gentle smile. If he feels you are a bit over the edge, he will give you all the space needed while leaving some sweets on the table <3
Banri
After any answer or comment you say as a response that clearly made you want to be swallowed in a hole, he begins to use open-ended conversation starters, something to make sure you shift your attention to something trivial.
If he notices you need help, often supports you in ways that don't add let’s say pressure. I’m thinking about indirect support like suggesting equipment, resources, or offering assistance from a distance.
Proud when you answer him or the others back, even if it's a short answer.
Tends to remember many things, so if he knows there’s something in particular you need, he’ll be sure to mention it so that you don’t feel awkward in certain silences.
Juza
Your encounters are a bit awkward at first. Juza's is also someone who adapts slowly so your interactions might take a bit to be called, conversations.
He sees the way you react when he and the others arrives so he usually tries to make the least movement and noises.
This is mainly due to him being one of the most understanding when it comes to the situations you experience, already aware of his own presence and the impact it might have.
As such, he tries to avoid the pressure you feel regarding his height and deep voice by not standing too close to you, opting to sit if possible.
Sakyo
Watches your body language and behaviour from moment one, even though he may not act like it.
Picks up immediately your uneasiness around many of them with the exception of director.
King of respect. Seeing as you prefer not to engage in one-on-one, Sakyo will most likely ask Izumi to delay the information and if not, will leave a note or message.
Azami
Azami isn't the most social person either, he doesn't actively try to engage regularly in conversations. Simple greetings are good for you both.
Will most likely avoid personal questions or just questions that could turn more private, respecting your boundaries.
He knows how it’s like not wanting to share more than needed, so he’s really empathetic about this.
Usually if he needs your help he goes for activities that don’t require constant conversation and that can be done in separate paces.
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“Here we are. Impressive, right? I even managed to stock it like an inventory!”
You grimace. If the storage could ask for help, you were sure it would be doing so right now. The room felt cramped, stacks of equipment towering over you like a fortress.
Matsukawa goes inside and you follow without much enthusiasm. He has yet to turn to look at you though, engrossed in an unbroken monologue of self-praise, evidently delighted at the chance of showing someone the product of his work.
While carrying your own boxes of equipment, you shift your weight uncomfortable. You wish you could muster the courage to get him to focus. In truth, you would have preferred he left you alone to take a look around but alas, he was the one who supposedly knew where all Mankai’s props were.
Supposedly.
“I-It will be just a minute!” his confidence had quickly dropped after the initial entrance. “I think I might have misplaced the props director asked me to select for you— but they must be here I’m sure!”
You bite your lip as you watch him look inside some more boxes. Izumi had requested your help —being on your way to becoming a property designer and all that— and you had been more than glad for the opportunity, but the current situation felt overwhelming.
“I thought I asked you to rearrange all the upper shelves and throw what wasn’t necessary.”
A sudden, harsh and accusatory voice cuts through the air, freezing both the rustling of boxes and your racing thoughts. Honestly, an incoming bear might have given you less of an internal freak-out — because of course the voice belonged to another man. Just your luck.
You notice the manager flinches and you feel a pang of sympathy for him. You really wouldn't want to be in his skin either. "Sa-Sakyo-san!" the initial disorder in the storage upon your arrival had transformed into an even more distressing sight after he had begun the search for the props.
“I did!" he exclaims, maneuvering to find a path between the piles of boxes. "Just yesterday you could almost see the walls in between the shelves, and let me tell you it has cost me sweat, tears and quite a few scratches!”
There's a pause. You and the blond man scanned the room. If anything had been removed, it didn’t seem like it. As if the room itself tried to make a point, a few objects squeezed too tightly together toppled to the floor.
“I don’t think you are making the point you think you are.”
You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I mean, you never do. It was supposed to be a muttered remark to yourself— a feeble attempt at humor to conceal yourself from the escalating discomfort. The comment however seems to catch the attention of the scary looking yakuza still standing on the doorframe. He crosses his arms, sighs, and to your luck, focuses on you.
You immediately feel the need to apologize even though you had nothing to do with their problem.
“You must be Y/N.” he says instead, pushing his glasses up and visibly choosing to ignore the chaos in front of you two. “My name is Sakyo, I don't believe we've worked together before. Our director had a last-minute emergency with another troupe and she told me to…"
His lips keep moving but you barely listen to anything afterward. Izumi wasn’t going to be there while you worked? The information hits you like a train. Heck, you might as well have started to cry right there at the idea of being surrounded by men all alone.
"Traitor." you whisper betrayed. Your voice is barely audible, almost lost in the expanse of the hall, but there is a sudden thought that tells you the blond man with glasses might have very well heard you again. So you cough, hiding your initial reaction the best you can and try to recompose yourself. “I, uh, yeah. I came to fix your props.”
Great job, Y/N.
You stood there, lips pursed, nervously nibbling the inside of your cheek, half-expecting a similar reaction to what Matsukawa had received. Instead, the atmosphere shifts almost imperceptibly.
You kind of notice he subtly moves a few steps away from you, though it could also have been your imagination— There was a lot to keep up with. He then speaks again.
“I assume you have your own schedule to keep. I will manage over here. You can go first and set up your equipment. I believe our carpenter has left some tables set on the stage since it’s the place that has the widest space for you to work while getting a signal.”
Stunned, you nod. He offers a small nod in return, giving you directions to get there before addressing the issue at hand with Matsukawa, annoyance flickering once again across his features.
“And you. How many times do I have to tell you that pushing boxes doesn’t equal…”
The scolding echoed as you left the storage.
.
.
.
Mankai's theatre wasn't as big as other theatres you had worked at, so at first, it feels like a cozy haven rather than an intimidating workplace. You soon reach the stage and begin to set up your equipment, beginning to create some props. Surely Izumi would finish before—
“Hello?”
You freeze at the unexpected male noise coming from one of the wings. “Don’t come closer.”
Here we go again.
The young man that had appeared stopped immediately of course. He stood taller than most people, his presence looming over you even from where you were. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in so suddenly.” His relaxed smile did little to ease your tension, especially with his imposing height. After a few seconds of silence on his part, maybe waiting for you to say everything was fine again and he could move again, confusion showed on his face. “…Is everything okay?”
You barely swallowed. Why was your mouth so damn dry? Come on Y/N, say something. “Yeah, um, I’m— organizing the equipment and stuff is also on the floor so— it’s messy here.”
Another pause. You whine inwardly and again feel like crying. You watch the actor —at least you think he is an actor— study the situation, and something might have clicked, since he finally nods.
“Of course. I will leave in a bit, my phone just died...” he takes it from his pocket and shows you the black screen, as if to show proof he wasn't lying. “And I was supposed to meet with the others here.”
You nod curtly, and opt to focus on your work. Hopefully he doesn't begin to make up conversation if he sees you concentrated.
Minutes go by and amidst the silence you can't help but steal a glance at him. You notice a distinctive scar etched across his chin, giving him quite the menacing image— His demeanour however emitted an air of calmness that clashed starkly with the anxiety boiling within you.
"Excuse me. Do you need help with that?" his offer breaks the silence, gesturing toward a set of props in your hands. The tool had been quite fragile, so you had wanted to carry it as securely as possible. Maybe too secure. You had been fighting with it for a few minutes, and Omi seemed to have noticed your struggle.
He offers you a smile when you look his way. “I’m Omi, by the way. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself from the start and entered without warning.”
“Ah, no it’s— ” the fact that he had been so far so attentive makes your cheeks burn. “Um, my name is Y/N, I’m a property designer… if I can properly schedule a meeting with my anxious thoughts before work.” The self-deprecating joke masking your escalating nerves might have been too much. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that.”
To your surprise he lets out a soft chuckle. “It's fine, I understand. I’m a part-time photographer so I also get nervous when I have to go alone somewhere for the first time. Especially when I have eyes on me.”
You doubt that was true (weren’t they all actors?) but if he had wanted to calm you —albeit unknowing to him the fact that him being a man was the terrifying part— you felt it worked a bit. He had managed to get closer to you during the exchange, and you didn’t feel as tense as before.
Today was getting weird.
“Then, would you mind if I try to open it?” he asks again.
It took a while. Or maybe it just seemed like that to you. Omi didn’t make the slightest comment or movement that indicated you were taking way too long though. You walked towards him. You hand trembled slightly as you reached out to him. With a shaky breath, you handed him the prop. Omi’s gaze softened.
"Thank you for coming to give us a hand." his words are gentle, his tone a blend of reassurance and warmth while he places the tool on the table. “Work for this new play has been quite hectic and none of us know much about fixing props so when director said—”
“’s anyone home?”
“We’ve come to help! Director-sensei told us not we didn’t have to, but we thought it would be good to— Oh, Omi-kun you made it!”
“Hello.”
“Sup.”
This was bad.
Near you, Omi notices how you had completely frozen at the entrance of his troupemates. He turns and begins to walk up to them. “Hey Taichi, everyone.”
They are good kids so while they might seem scary you have nothing to be concerned about! Besides, I’ll be there with you as much as possible.
You remember her comment over the phone yesterday. “How about I surprise you with a sudden burst of irrational concerns then…” the comment echoes the place, their attention directed toward you. You whimper. They were bulky, tall and absolutely intimidating in your eyes.
To your surprise, the redhead laughs. “Hey, that sounded like Tsuzuru-san just know!”
You yelp and you bit your lip. The rest of the actors had begun to walk almost where you stood, their collective gaze intensifying your unease. Part of your brain tells you they are only being friendly, but you feel like prey under scrutiny.
“You must be Y/N! Are those the new props we will use?”
The red head (Taichi?) appears in the blink of an eye in front of you. His eyes move in awe from one tool to another, humming lightly and above all, talking non-stop.
The proximity was too much, too fast.
“Oh wow, this is so cool! Look, Ban-chan!”
Before you can process it, someone else begin to lean in as well to inspect your equipment.
“Sweet.” The young man mentions, his expression one of approval. “Is this going to be—”
“If any of you get any closer I swear I will cry.”
Words tumbled out before you could stop them. There it was, your usual way to threaten people to leave your personal space. Some tended to find it funny. Others not so much. Your stress picks up just by imagining their reactions.
“Settsu, stop intimidatin' them.”
“Uh?! I don’ think ya should be the one to talk, fuckface.”
"I wasn't the one who was putting their nose in the work of others."
"How are you so sure they didn't mean your..."
As those two bicker, Taichi put his hands together, worried. “I'm sorry! We got too excited. We’re not bad tho, just so you know!”
“Tell that to that resting-bitch face over there.”
"Guys you are not helping!"
Omi chuckles while the one with dark black hair next to him rolls his eyes. “Great first impression.”
You blink. You were not sure what was happening but you felt… calmer. Or at least more than you thought for some reason, just like with Omi moments before.
Their movements and voices lowered, as if they had pick up on your discomfort but weren’t really angry or bothered by it. There was a hint of understanding in the air. A subtle shift and attempt to create a cautious yet friendly distance.
“Ah, right." the one called Settsu turned to you, temporarily derailed from whatever retort he’d been about to deliver. "Did Matsukawa show ya where the storage is? We don’ have many props but Director-chan said to take a look at what we could use. They are shitty tho, guess that’s why ya are here too.”
You nod. “I was there but… he couldn’t find them. Sakyo, I think was his name, came and said he would take care of it.”
"Yeah," he confirms in understanding. “That place is a lost battle so we might as well help. Would ya like us to divide what we find or somethin’? If you’re cool with that, I mean.” he turns to the others nonchalantly and then to you. “We can also just leave. It’s your call.”
The attempt to steer the conversation away from the unease you had at first was relieving… and the thought of not having to go back to that room also helped, of course.
You make an effort to meet their gazes, but they were already talking among themselves. You try to take them all in once again. Many of them have quite a few earrings, piercing eyes, and combined with their rugged features without meaning, added to their imposing appearances.
Still, the interactions had been considerate, more than what you sometimes were used to, and the proposal had made your chest feel warm, which is why you imagine despite your usual nerves stirring, you found yourself nodding. “Anything related to the play could work. I have the equipment to fix stuff so…” you shrugged but did just best to smile. “It’d be helpful, yeah.” You meant it.
Banri sends another in return. “Copy that. Let’s go.”
“We’ll be back in a while, Y/N! Ah— I'll make sure to look for cool things we find so you can have the play be—“
“Taichi-san you’re getting overly excited again.”
“…Thanks for the work.”
Omi, who is the last one to leave the room and follow their troupemates turns back to you at the last second. “If you need anything else we can call director and let her know you are still here."
“It's... fine. Thanks. Um, sorry for…” you didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t really know what were you apologizing for. You back down. "Nevermind."
His laugh echoes again through the auditorium. “There’s nothing to apologize for. We'll see you in a bit then.”
And just like that, you were alone with your thoughts.
Despite the uneasy feeling you had brought, the encounter hadn't been as terrifying as you had imagined. The prospect of further interactions still seemed daunting, but for now, you found a sense of relief regarding Mankai’s Autumn Troupe.
You take a deep breath and resume working again. This time however, a small smile decorates your face.
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Alexander x Princess Eilonwy's royal wedding please ?
U've got it!!!
Sorry in advance if this is not what you expected. I really hope you enjoy it, but if you don't, I can try my best to rewrite it.
I am also sorry for making you wait. Like I told you, I struggle with GAD, and sometimes it's a little hard for me to go on with what I know I have to do. Thank you again for your kindness and understandment.💕💕
Now, have your story, I wrote it with my heart.
The Royal Wedding
After the stylist was done making one final adjustment in her hair, Eilonwy smiled proudly at her own reflection as she took in her appearence. Her beautiful, wavy blonde lockes were styled with a beautifu flower shaped clip that held part of it in a perfectly held bun and allowed the rest to cascade down her shoulders, contrasting with the light lavander shade of her dress. Holding the veil was a delicate tiara, with encrusted little diamonds and a round polished ametist in the center.
-You look divine.
She turned around to see Taran looking at her, the smile on his face mirrorring her own.
-Thank you.
-Feeling ready!
-It's the most certain I have ever been.
It had been 6 years since Princess Eilonwy had accidentally stumbled upon Alexander in the halls of Auradon Prep. Now, both of them were 19 and ready to vowl that they would spend the rest of their lives with each other. She would have him by her side rulling Prydain; all that was missing was the official cerimony for that: the Royal Wedding. And this was exactly what she was doing here today; with Alice, Jane Darling, and Tiger Lily as her Bridesmaids and Taran to walk her down the isle, she knew that her big day was going to be just as perfect as a dream come true.
Outside, the castle was beautifully decorated. With the kingdom flag hanging on the walls, a red carpet to guide her to the altar and especially gorgeous tables for all of their guests, the whole environament was everything they could have asked for -though it might have take a little bit of work on Alexander's part to convince Eilonwy that there was no need for more than five steps on their angel food cake. And of course, some playful comments from his best friend, and best man Lampwick, that she was going a liiiitle bit overboard. Just a little bit.
-I'm ready. -She assured.
-So let's get this started. -He offered her his arm, and she took it.
As the orchestra began playing the most harmonic symphonies, the cerimony started. First, an incredibly happy Alexander entered, his green eyes sparkling with happiness; then, Alice and Pinocchio; Jane Darling and her girlfriend Shanti; and finally Tiger Lily and Lampwick. Now, for the great entrance, it was Eilowy's turn. With Taran by her side, she took a step, and walked in.
Everyone stared in awe as the beautiful princess walked confidently down the aisle, the joy in her groom's eyes being reflected in her owm blue ones. The not so long, flowery tail of her lavander dress and veil flowed subtly behind her, and each step she took was marked with graciousness; this was her moment.
-You look stunning; even more than usual. -He whispered when she was close enough.
-You look amazing too. -She replied. It was incredible how he could still make her blush even after all this time toghether.
Fairy Godmother started the formalities, and all of the guests were paying the best attention, but the bride and groom were too busy contemplating each other for that. They felt in heaven. Finally, it was time for the vowls: each of them spoke from the bottom of their hearts, love dripping out of every word that came out their mouths, the glow in their eyes showing just how devoted they were to each other and how happy they were to make that official.
-I do.
-I do.
With a joyful expression, FGM said what was missing:
-You may kiss the bride.
Everyone cheered as Alexander pulled Eilowy to a passionate, deep kiss. And to close the moment, they exchanged the beautiful white gold rings, hers having a pointy diamond on top.
-I love you. -She said one more time, staring at his eyes like they were her world; and they do say that eyes are the windows of the soul.
-And I love you. Always will.
This is Disney, folks; you know how it ends, don't you? But as the friendly cliché messanger I am, let's put in words: they lived happily ever after. ;)
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Fuck you *headcanons/humanises your turtle*
Headcanons/edits below cut
RAPH:
He/they (demiboy, aro, pan)
ADHD(inattentive), dyslexic, PTSD, GAD, eczema
-is a decent cook, cooks more post movie
-refuses to sleep without his plushies
-his greatest fear is hurting his family (gets worse post movie)
-when they’re having a panic attack he uses a weighted blanket to help calm him
-he knows exactly how to comfort each of his bros
-really likes tea
-does art therapy with mikey
-really likes hero movies
-despite having pride in being the “responsible” one, he is more than capable of making the dumbest decisions
LEO:
He/him (trans ftm, gay)
ADHD(hyperactive), ADD, PTSD, GAD, vitiligo
— is permanently banned from the kitchen
-was a leash kid
-unironically loves romcoms
-casually makes jokes about his sacrifice post movie (concerns fucking everyone)
-has some intense guilt post movie
-was the last one to find out santa isn’t real
-is really good at medical care
-he is convinced him and Donnie have twin telepathy
-when he can’t sleep/has nightmares his go to thing to do is hang out with donnie (since it doesn’t mind waking up/is already awake)
-also donnie was the first person he came out to
-total comic book nerd
-dyes his hair with mikey
-abandonment issues
DONNIE:
They/he/it (nonbinary, transmasc, bi)
Autism, PTSD, body dysmorphia, depression, scoliosis, panic disorder, insomnia
-average lemon demon fan
-I feel like he’d have some survivors guilt post movie
-genuinely thinks cbat is a good song (has both a great and awful music taste)
-gets really bad depressive episodes (lin stop projecting)
-always wears hoodie/headphones
-destroys everyone at just dance
-gets really bad burn out after overworking
-usually orders pizza
-will literally just sing whatever he’s doing/memorising
-only time he ever takes off hoodie (except for when its in the washing) is too offer it to others as comfort
-is 3 1/2 minutes younger than Leo
-mikey paints their nails
-energy drinks>>>
-both him and Leo had a hamilton phase at the same time
(Srry it’s blurry)
MIKEY:
Any pronouns (genderfluid, aroace)
ADHD(combined), autism, PTSD
- Constantly has paint in their hair (drives Raph crazy)
- is the only person who can cook well in the family
-really likes stickers
- definitely not the favourite child /s
-has hand tremors post movie
-raph makes him wear skating pads
-made friendship bracelets for him and his bros
-personalises all her clothes
#long post#rottmnt#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rottmnt#raph rottmnt#raph hamato#rise raph#leo rottmnt#leo hamato#rise leo#donnie rottmnt#donnie hamato#rise donnie#mikey rottmnt#mikey hamato#rise mikey#lgbtq#trans#gay#headcanons#my edit#i forgot to add but Leo has the best natural singing voice (cause Ben Schwartz singing yeah sure whatever is everything)#human tmnt
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David Takes a Census
1 On another occasion the Lord was angry with Israel, and he made David bring trouble on them. The Lord said to him, “Go and count the people of Israel and Judah.” 2 So David gave orders to Joab, the commander of his army: “Go with your officers through all the tribes of Israel from one end of the country to the other, and count the people. I want to know how many there are.”
3 But Joab answered the king, “Your Majesty, may the Lord your God make the people of Israel a hundred times more numerous than they are now, and may you live to see him do it. But why does Your Majesty want to do this?” 4 But the king made Joab and his officers obey his order; they left his presence and went out to count the people of Israel.
5 They crossed the Jordan and camped south of Aroer, the city in the middle of the valley, in the territory of Gad. From there they went north to Jazer, 6 and on to Gilead and to Kadesh, in Hittite territory. Then they went to Dan, and from Dan they went west to Sidon. 7 Then they went south to the fortified city of Tyre, on to all the cities of the Hivites and the Canaanites, and finally to Beersheba, in the southern part of Judah. 8 So after nine months and twenty days they returned to Jerusalem, having traveled through the whole country. 9 They reported to the king the total number of men capable of military service: 800,000 in Israel and 500,000 in Judah.
10 But after David had taken the census, his conscience began to hurt, and he said to the Lord, “I have committed a terrible sin in doing this! Please forgive me. I have acted foolishly.”
11-12 The Lord said to Gad, David’s prophet, “Go and tell David that I am giving him three choices. I will do whichever he chooses.” The next morning, after David had gotten up, 13 Gad went to him, told him what the Lord had said, and asked, “Which is it to be? Three years of famine in your land or three months of running away from your enemies or three days of an epidemic in your land? Now think it over, and tell me what answer to take back to the Lord.”
14 David answered, “I am in a desperate situation! But I don’t want to be punished by people. Let the Lord himself be the one to punish us, for he is merciful.” 15 So the Lord sent an epidemic on Israel, which lasted from that morning until the time that he had chosen. From one end of the country to the other seventy thousand Israelites died. 16 When the Lord’s angel was about to destroy Jerusalem, the Lord changed his mind about punishing the people and said to the angel who was killing them, “Stop! That’s enough!” The angel was by the threshing place of Araunah, a Jebusite.
17 David saw the angel who was killing the people, and said to the Lord, “I am the guilty one. I am the one who did wrong. What have these poor people done? You should punish me and my family.”
18 That same day Gad went to David and said to him, “Go up to Araunah’s threshing place and build an altar to the Lord.” 19 David obeyed the Lord’s command and went as Gad had told him to. 20 Araunah looked down and saw the king and his officials coming up to him. He threw himself on the ground in front of David 21 and asked, “Your Majesty, why are you here?”
David answered, “To buy your threshing place and build an altar for the Lord, in order to stop the epidemic.”
22 “Take it, Your Majesty,” Araunah said, “and offer to the Lord whatever you wish. Here are these oxen to burn as an offering on the altar; here are their yokes and the threshing boards to use as fuel.” 23 Araunah gave it all to the king and said to him, “May the Lord your God accept your offering.”
24 But the king answered, “No, I will pay you for it. I will not offer to the Lord my God sacrifices that have cost me nothing.” And he bought the threshing place and the oxen for fifty pieces of silver. 25 Then he built an altar to the Lord and offered burnt offerings and fellowship offerings. The Lord answered his prayer, and the epidemic in Israel was stopped.
— 2 Samuel 24 | Good News Translation (GNT)
Good News Translation® (Today’s English Version, Second Edition) © 1992 American Bible Society. All rights reserved.
Cross References: Genesis 10:15; Genesis 18:23; Genesis 21:14; Genesis 21:22; Genesis 23:11; Genesis 50:10; Leviticus 10:6; Numbers 1:26; Numbers 12:11; Numbers 21:32; Deuteronomy 1:11; 1 Samuel 6:14; 1 Samuel 9:9; 2 Samuel 9:8; 1 Kings 1:1; 1 Chronicles 21:14; 1 Chronicles 27:24; Ezekiel 14:21; Ezekiel 20:40-41; Malachi 1:13-14; Acts 12:23
#David's census#David's sin#judgement#plague#Israel#wrath#God#David repents#2 Samuel 24#Book of Second Samuel#Old Testament#GNT#Good News Translation#Holy Bible#American Bible Society
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Kazuichi and Gundham Headcannons and Headcannons of Them as a Couple Part 2
Part One
Kazuichi (cause I had more for him since I posted lol)
While it’s known that Kazuichi has earrings, he actually has six other piercings - two on his tongue, two snake bites and one on each nipple (Gundham is fond of all of them)
Kazuichi can cook
When you only live with an asshole dad who beats you up just for skipping a school trip, it’s safe to say he’d also beat him up for being hungry
While he isn’t Teruteru levels of Master Chef, he is very apt in the kitchen - the only place besides his garage that he’s not a clumsy klutz
Can make some good dishes but seems to really shine in comfort foods like ramen and baked goods
Has to make a rule about making any kind of cookie or cake limit due to his friends always asking for them
Has springs allergies
They molly rock them unless he has medication and wears a mask outside
Has anxiety
Either major or GAD
Smokes to help it
You damn right he made edibles once and immediately regretted it when Hajime and Fuyuhiko ate them but also how dare they no one told them to eat it
Kazuichi apologizes to Sonia because he does honestly feel like shit for making her uncomfortable around him, he feels bad for using her as a scapegoat for his own mess and as a means to get closer to Gundham.
Sonia makes him suffer of course, making him do a variety of different things as a way to test him and she also apologizes later on about her treatment towards the other. This is only AFTER extensive time and reflection on both parts
Not all is forgiven and forgotten, but they do make the steps towards a better acquaintanceship.
They actually get along really well and can talk shop about technology, games (Chiaki) and even to both their delight action films. The duo plus one becomes a comfortable trio of mutual friends
Kazuichi isolates himself a lot
He was taught by his dad he was worthless and only useful in one thing so after middle school he was proven right
Tried to use becoming Sonia’s boyfriend as a “I’ll show you all!” but it failed
And after the NWP he felt awful about all that and tried to hide
At first they left him alone cause it was a rough time and Sonia felt better without him close by but overtime it became worrying
They’d find him and he’d make some lame excuse but the next day he would be missing again and the last hiding spot abandoned
They really had to force him to interact which caused an anxiety attack and it triggered a domino effect where everyone realized this was more fucked then they thought
He still doesn’t interact with them as much as he did before the Tragedy and the NW program, but he’s coming around slowly
Him and Akane see each other as siblings - they both grew up in rough situations but not the exact same.
When she comes to him about having a crush on Sonia, he’s distraught over his dream shattering but backs away cause he wants her to be happy more than he wants the dream of being someone important enough to be with a princess
He’s their biggest supporter though - gently ribbing Akane on her choice of flirting by offering food and trying to actually get to know Sonia and making amends
Gundham is number 2 supporter and likes that they can be friends but he does at times lament about his peace being “broken”
In their first three months in freshman year they bond over how “out of touch” the more well off of their classmates were compared to them
During their Remnant Days, they would be apart to heighten their Despair but would always sit close by during meetings
Once Junko died and her control over them waned, they were seen together frequently until their capture
With Chiaki gone, Akane is his first choice of platonic cuddle buddy; with Chiaki alive she’s number two
He will always make Akane food and bake for her no matter what time or day. And Akane will always be there to cheer him up
Kazuichi sews! He can sew really well actually
It’s a mind relaxing hobby - most times you don’t have to think and it’s soothing for him
Repairs the Survivors clothes if there’s enough thread around
Gets a sewing kit for his birthday from Fuyuhiko and Peko - those really expensive ones where the scissors are lined with real gold and shit
He does embroidery and cross stitch
Fixed Gundham’s scarf as part welcome back part apology gift for when he woke up
Make Hajime an orange themed handkerchief and a Chinese dragon themed eyepatch for Fuyuhiko
Both of Them
Kazuichi teaches Gundham to swim.
Once the mechanic sees and hears Gundham’s feverthment protests at the beach, he decides to teach him.
He doesn’t know why he does it and tells himself it’s to win Sonia over and not to feel up the somewhat hot guy that’s his story and it’ll go to his grave-
Both are Evanescence fans!
This is surprising to the breeder because Gundham didn’t expect Kazuichi to have such good taste lol
Kazuichi is a long time on and off fan - his favorite album being the Open Door and was so distraught when the group broke up with only Amy left
They both like to chill and listen to the classics while explaining to each other what each song means to them
They also like FOB and Painc! but Kazuichi only knows the latest PATD album and Gundham still teases him for not knowing “I Write Sins Not Tradget” but can belt out “Dance Dance” with no problems like a champ
They both slowly open up about their respective pasts and how that made them what they are.
Both are afraid of being shunned or mocked and belittled, but to Kazuichi’s surprise they both had a shitty dad.
He tells Gundham about how brave he is and how he wished he was when he was a kid and Gundham admits he wasn’t brave - just scared for his mom more than himself
They talk about it on bad days and console each other
Gundham is the finale wake up call for Kazuichi’s Pansexual Awakening.
The mechanic had felt something for Sonia obviously, but also for Hajime, Ibuki (short lived) Imposter, and surprisingly enough Fuyuhiko and Peko at the same time that he just chalked up to liking a bro. But one day while they were strangely alone and forced into a team building exercise, the two found themselves finding a lot in common and then before Kaz knew it he got distracted and twisted his ankle and the breeder had to carry him back and oh momma, oh baby he’s a lot stronger than he looks oh s h i t-
After that, it’s awkward attempts at figuring out his feelings for Gundham and his diminishing fake ones for Sonia and just disaster flirting with both before he finally decides that yeah Gundham is endgame
Sonia knows what’s up. She knows.
Kazuichi is not slick and Gundham is hella obvious to everyone BUT Kazuichi.
Gundham will never hide anything from the She-Cat and admits his feelings, but fears they are only one sided. It takes Kazuichi longer to admit it, but after being cornered by Hajime and Sonia he hastily laments that the breeder would never like him like that.
Her chaotic nature comes into full sadist play as she drops not so subtle hints and remarks around the two much to both men’s embarrassment.
It takes weeks of active sabotage of group hangouts and finally an upright romantic dinner setting complete with live violin (Ibuki the musician Goddess) the two finally get together. But in the least orthodox way possible- anesthesia.
Gundham gets injured helping a trapped bear and falling from a tall cliff. He has a concussion but it’s minor and a leg that needed several stitches and needed to be casted. Kazuichi was a complete wreck after he’s brought in - out right sobbing and cannot be calmed down by even Chiaki.
When Mikan is done he beats Sonia to the door and was hovering over the bed, tears of relief making him look like a complete mess and Gundham, high as fuck, takes one look him and goes “pretty mortal. very pretty.” and just fumbles through several attempts at flirting and hand holding and cheek caressing before finally asking Kazuichi to please let him let the breeder take him out he would die if he didn’t.
And Kazuichi is speechless cause, ya know, Gundham is high as fuck but uses his energy to flirt and ask him out and??? His brain can’t process. Sonia gently intervenes and tell the mechanic that Gundham wanted to ask him out for the longest but was too scared and he likes him so go on the date already we’ve all been trying to hook you two up-
Kazuichi and Gundham are both touch starved - but on different sides of the spectrum.
Gundham doesn’t actively seek it out and will enjoy basking in Kazuichi’s touch when they do
On particular days he will hold Kazuichi captive and running his hands down his love’s body
Kazuichi on the other hand craves it and actively seeks Gundham out
Gundham purrs when Kazuichi scratches his scalp
Gundham is pale due to his anemia and as a result is always cold. On the other hand, Kazuichi runs really hot - close to unbearable.
The two love to cuddle because they love the contact - Gundham can warm up and bask in the warmth and love of his paramour and Kazuichi can cling to the breeder as much as he wants without worrying about making him overheat, he feels safe when they do and can cool down at the same time
Gundham can’t swim but can ice skate; Kazuichi can’t ice skate but can swim. Balanced.
Kazuichi helps Gundham with his daily sunscreen application
Pet names. Oh gods the pet names.
Gundham uses his extensive vocabulary to his advantage and creates new and invited titles almost on the fly.
He gauges Kazuichi’s reaction to each one and when one seems to get a more positive response than the others then he’ll retain that knowledge to use later when they’re alone in their shared cabin.
Kazuichi, who never had a partner let alone a boyfriend before, starts off with commonly used ones he’s seen in the media: Baby, Honey, Dear etc. Later on, however, his boyfriend’s way with words rubs off on him and he’ll begin to give as good as he gets.
He’ll only use one particular pet name when they are either alone or Gundham is so overcome with rage or his tirades that he needs to be brought back to the here and now.
Kazuichi kisses Gundham’s scars to show he isn’t bothered by them while Gundham will whisper praise and caress his body
#and there we go#that’s the end for now#will add more when relevant#gundham x kazuichi#kazuichi souda#gundham tanaka#kazuichi soda#soudam#danganronpa 2#goodbye despair#sdr2#soda kazuichi x tanaka gundham#Soudam#Soudam headcanon#sdr2 headcanon
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Ugh reading my old psych reports is always such a mixed bag. I don't rly know why I do it.
My most recent psych report is mostly just about autism. And it's fine. Says all the normal stuff about autism. Struggles with "reciprocal social interaction," also apparently they said I have a "very restricted affect," which is interesting. It's not something I'm aware of. I know that I do TRY and make faces sometimes to convey how I feel but that's very much a conscious effort. It said I have "low imaginative play" or something like that which I'm not sure what they mean by that. I know what it means for kids but not for adults.
But it also includes some background info from my previous psych tests, ones that were done somewhat punitively in middle and high school. It says I struggle to make relationships with others. I'm "paranoid and oppositional with those around [me]," "intense and volatile," and that I "place [my] needs before others, while simultaneously relying on positive feedback from those around [me] to feel good about [my]self."
On one hand, I know that that testing was obviously biased against me in the first place. I was also in a really, really hard spot. Plus, obviously, I don't have a full memory of what I was like to confirm or deny any of that. But on the other. What if they're right? They're the professionals. What if I'm so self obsessed I don't even see my own shortcomings? What if all that psychobabble is why I can't make friends like I want to? It's hard to fix something I don't even see. I wish someone could point out exactly what I'm doing wrong. I did wrong bad things a lot as a kid without knowing. People told me all the time that what I was doing was wrong or bad and it always took me by surprise because I didn't know.
I really, really wanted to make friends my whole life. I never really understood why I couldn't. It feels like I need to investigate, dig into what those professionals saw in me and eliminate it. Like digging out a bullet from a wound. How am I supposed to be a better person if I don't confront my flaws?
I also feel like I'm so, so buried under all the diagnoses I've gotten over my years in psych. BPD NPD OCD ODD PTSD MDD GAD all these fucking acronyms and labels all before I was even an adult!!! How am I supposed to know who I am when who I am has always been defined by a DSM code. I've always been a disorder or a sickness. My therapist says most of those diagnoses are bullshit, either just in general or for me specifically. Which, and I know I'm a biased party, but I agree with.
I want to be a good person so, so bad. I don't know why people don't think I am one. I feel like I need to try harder. There's something rotten inside me and I need to find it and get rid of it. But I can't find it. I'm trying my very very best but still can't manage to be a person who's okay for other people to be around and I don't know why.
TW for CSA stuff under the cut.
It also notes in both previous tests that I was "very sexual" and "had sexual relationships with classmates and adults." It says that I reported "it's what my brain did and I didn't like it" and that "I didn't know how to stop."
That makes me sad. I don't remember explicitly any of that, but the idea makes me sad.
It really is one of the ways I try to connect with others. It's the way my brain feels like it's wired. It's got very clear rules, it feels like. It's a clear exchange. And like. I don't know. It's something I know I can offer that people will want to take. "They want to have sex with me" is sort of my default...I don't know. Instinct when someone shows interest in me. I know it isn't true all the time. I just feel like sometimes it's all I can give. My other interests and everything is sort of secondary. Like...people will listen to me talk about Sonic or let me be weird or will hang out with me if I give them sex.
I hated hated hated being called sexual or a pervert or anything like that in school but it was also like. The thing that everyone defaulted to when talking about me. Even friends made jokes about it that I hated. I was always the sexual one. And at the time I didn't really know why, because I didn't feel like I was very sexual. Now I know that it was mostly dissociative barriers.
It just makes me sad, also, because like. Isn't that one of the big red flags for CSA? Why didn't anyone do anything about it other than punish me? Why was a child being punished for being sexual when they should have been...I don't know. Helped? It was clearly an issue that was fairly obvious. I don't know why I was punished for things I just didn't understand.
And now I'm all messed up about it. I don't know how to have close relationships because my brain just puts sex as a major factor so if people don't want to have sex with me...I don't know what they want.
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as World’s Only AVoS enjoyer, i am more than welcome to offer my suggestions 👀
for me, one of the most interesting parts of avos (aside from the kin’s Murder Antics and rowanstar’s Cringefail World Tour) is the sibling dynamics between alder/twig and needle/violet. it’s interesting to see how alderheart and needletail’s influence impacts both siblings moving forward. plus twig’s relationship to alder offers a nice alternative to the series’ typical view on adoption/chosen family. even though twig loves her birth family, her HOME is in thunderclan with alderheart!!! (also, give her a different name! pretty please! twigblossom to emphasize growth/change or twigsprout to emphasize change while also emphasizing her silly/naive nature 👀)
also, as a cat with GAD, i love alderheart as a cat with GAD. i wish he had more of a character arc than just.. uh… sudden competency, but that’s what rewrites are for!!
also, re: sparkpelt: she DOES deserve to have more focus, but i have no idea what she’d be doing lolol. i like her standing in contrast to alderheart as just a straight up child prodigy. they still love each other very much but it’s even more stressful for alder, seemingly being singled out by his dad... and when spark faces troubles later on (specifically being targeted by bramblestar/impostor), this dynamic gets flipped on its head, which is very interesting to me 👀 maybe give spark the pov on the journey, then ax it later in favor of giving the thunder pov to twig? either way, alder doesn’t necessarily NEED a pov past book one…
the smartest thing to do in regards to an AVoS rewrite is to add a windclan pov in the fallout of darktail and onestar’s drama… my heart says heathertail ❤️ but there’s probably an apprentice from this generation we can give something to that might make more sense… maybe crowfeather’s featherpaw??? OH MY GOD I FORGOT THE HEATHERBREEZE BABIES. GIVE A POINT OF VIEW TO THE HEATHERBREEZE BABIES. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏
First of all, I'M REALLY SORRY I TOOK 3 WEEKS HERE OH MY GOD!
I've been putting off answering so long partially because it's a long ask, which at times make me feel like I'm about to get yelled at and partially because uh hi? This is like the first time we interact. I think you're a really cool guy! Love your thoughts a lot and I enjoy you live reading the series!
ANYWAY, ANYWAY, onto the questions!
First of all, I have two friends at least who'd be willing to fight you on being the sole AVoS enjoyer.
Secondly, I'm digging this a lot for the stuff I'm going for! I certainly think that the back and forth in the Spark and Alder dynamic is something to touch upon. Once again I admittedly didn't make it past the halfway point in AVoS mostly because I find the guy boring but you make a good point.
I also think Twig and Violet definitely have to be a big thing. I don't think I've really gotten to where I think the meat of their arc is, but just with The Kin's stuff there's a lot I could potentially work with in regards to familial separation, the yearning for belonging, and how the way Clans conduct politics screws people over.
Now that I'm thinking about it, this seems like prime material for something to be brought up towards the back end of the arc in the reconstruction period and backfill with side content while the front part is centered on those WindClan PoVs you asked...
YES! HEATHERBREEZE BABIES! I feel like it could be a really good tie-in to the previous arc to move some of the content of Crowfeather's Trial, another book I haven't read, and what that one was attempting to do re:redeeming Breezepelt.
Smokehaze and Brindlewing could make for good contrasting perspectives storytelling as well as giving an insight into how The Kin drama is being felt on WindClan. I may also either move the epicenter of the action closer to them or do like Bones and have their takeover center WindClan directly. Also, it's good to have more female characters to balance out the roster.
I'm deliberating as to whether also to lump them in with Woodsong and Appleshine. A 4-character dynamic gets a bit complex for what should be the space of the first half of the arc, but I'm fond of large litters. Part of my motivation of brainstorming this rewrite thing is to take the most full advantage I can of writing for a species in which multiple births are the norm. And we simple have not gotten enough huge litters. I won't be at peace until I get my ridiculous 7-kit litter. Kill most of them to fading syndrome almost immediately if you must but I want them dammit!
Though on the other hand even though I'm fascinated by dynamics of multiple births and such I'm also wanting to find more opportunities to explore the other forms of siblinghood I've established in the worldbuilding and siblings with age differences between them. And while in future arcs they'd end sidelined I'm just really intrigued about the potential of Wood and Apple as side-content characters with their arc focusing in their relationship to their older sisters. Kind of similar to what I'm really itching to do with Fernsong, Sorrelstripe, and Hollytuft in the OotS-AVoS timeskip, but older siblings instead of them and the role models and parental figures in their lives.
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Helluva Boss - Loona & Blitzo - Mental Health Awareness Month Prompt 9 : Oppostional Defiant Disorder
Prompt : Write a fic in which a character has ODD (canon or not canon)
Headcanons : Loona has ODD, C-PTSD, GAD, Bipolar II, BPD, ADHD, and Dyscalculia
When Blitzo had first adopted Loona, the person at the pound had given him a packet that included a list of diagnoses that she'd been given before being put up for adoption. He'd barely even glanced over it in the moment, because he knew that he would love her no matter what challenges she came along with. In fact, it wasn't until that night, when she was already asleep in her new bed, that he properly looked at the list.
Oppositional Defiant Disorder
Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Generalized Anxiety Disorder
Bipolar II Disorder
Borderline Personality Disorder
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
Dyscalculia
It was, admittedly, a lot more than he'd mentally prepared himself for. He still didn't regret adopting her by any means, no. He knew he wanted to parent the girl as soon as he'd seen her, but that list was a lot bigger and more complicated than he'd thought. He was expecting depression, anxiety, PTSD, maybe a learning disability. All the other stuff blindsided him, and he knew he had to do some research.
The next morning, he was tired as ever, having stayed up all night looking into different articles and videos about ODD, Bipolar II, and BPD, alongside more light reading on the other things. When he left her room, she took in his disheveled appearance and raised an eyebrow. Blitzo just smiled at her, deciding not to tell her why he'd been up all night. He didn't want her to potentially feel guilty.
"Breakfast?"
"I'm good"
"When was the last time you ate?" he asked and she snarled.
"Jesus, dude" she snapped. "Why does it matter? I said I'm fuckin' good"
Right he thought. Oppositional Defiant Disorder
"I'm not trying to push anything on you" he said carefully. "But I am your caretaker now, and I want to make sure you're eating"
"I'm not even-" she was cut off by a growl in her stomach. Her face went bright red and Blitzo chuckled. "Fine" she caved. "I'm hungry. They didn't really..." her eyes darted around for a moment. "There's not a lot of food at... The place"
"Right, well" Blitzo stood up from the couch, cracking his back slightly. "You can either find something here, though, I'm gonna be completely honest, it's just cereal and eggs" he chuckled. "Or you can come with me and get cheap bullshit coffee and pastries from Starbucks" he offered. "Up to you"
"...Yeah I'll come with you" she sighed. "But I don't have money"
"I'm paying for you"
"Oh lit" Loona chuckled. "Okay"
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15. — afterlife (For the one-word prompts!)
"Was he this dour you think before they went and made him keeper of the afterlife?" Her voice was laughing and bright and her eyes held hints of mocking gaiety as she swung her foot idly in mid-hair.
Her companion sighed as they quietly braided their hair. "He was not always so serious," came their reply, "and you would do well not to tease him so unkindly. 'Tis a harsh burden the Convocation has laid upon his shoulders, and your teasing only makes him more melancholy."
Her eyes widened, bright green in the sunlight. "My teasing! What care should he have for my teasing?" Her eyes slid towards the man under discussion and she considered the tall, slim berobed being talking quietly with two others.
As he concluded his conversation and turned towards the pair perched atop the wall, he frowned. "Look at the two of you. This isn't Elpis or the Words - you should be wearing your masks."
They smiled and fastened off the end of their braid, tossing it over their shoulder. "Come now, there's barely a breath of breeze today. It's too stuffy to be so formal when there's hardly anyone around to take note."
"Indeed, you could probably do to shed your mask and hood," she agreed, idly tapping her heel against the wall as she regarded the cowled figure. "A bit of breathing might improve your disposition."
Even behind his scarlet mask, she could feel his glare. "It would not do for a member of the Convocation to be seen gadding about without his proper attire." He eyed the scarlet mask riding against her breast. "Present company included," he added pointedly.
She drew in her breath for a retort, but they reached out and laid their fingers along her wrist, and she sucked back her words behind her teeth, frowning mightily for a moment. Then her expression smoothed, her eyes taking on a hint of mischief. Before either of her companions could react, she reached out and gestured in a broad circle, spinning out her aether to create a localized wall of dense fog about them. "There, no one will see me 'gadding about', proper attire or no. Nor you," she added.
Their eyebrows rose as they looked about them. "Clever," they said admiring, before leaning over to brush a kiss across her cheek. "Always so clever, my dear." Before he could do more than scowl, they turned towards him. "She makes an excellent point. Come, show me that handsome face."
His shoulders slumped with the force of his mighty sigh, but he reached up and drew off the scarlet mask, letting it dangle against his breast as he shoved back the hood. The sunlight glinting from above shone from his silver hair and drew sparks from his golden eyes. "Happy?"
They smiled. "Very."
She studied him, and he stared back at her. "Yes," she finally said. "Yes, I believe I am." She held out a hand and beckoned him forward. "Peace, Emet-Selch. Come. Join us."
He studied her hand, frowning, then reluctantly moved to the wall, sitting on the other side of their companion. He frowned at the ground as he settled on the wall, idly drumming his heels against the stone. Finally, he sighed. "Without my mask, you might as well call me Hades. Hythlodaeus does all the time," he added wryly.
"I'm not dating Emet-Selch," they replied tartly. "I'm dating Hades. Why should I not call you by your true name?"
She snorted. "Well, I'm not dating Emet-Selch or Hades - but I'll offer as given. Please, call me Mnemosyne," she told the man with the bright gold eyes. "Truth be told, it suits me better than Azem."
Hades snorted inelegantly. "Knowing what I do of those who tend to hold the seat of Azem and of you, I assure you, that title suits you to a tee."
Her laugh trilled towards the sky. "Why, Hades, I believe that is the first compliment you've ever given me."
His look was sour. "It wasn't a compliment."
Delighted, she leaned across Hythlodaeus, quick as a striking snake, and pressed a kiss to the man's cheek. As he sputtered, she grinned at him. "Maybe not to you."
Hythlodaeus stroked their hand down her hair, gazed between their lovers, and smiled.
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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.
Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)
All of Me
Written By: John Legend & Toby Gad
Artist: John Legend
Released: 2013
Cover included: Darren Criss for Glee, 2014
“All of Me” is the third single from and sixth track on John Legend’s album Love in the Future (2013). Legend wrote it along with Toby Gad. It has become one of Legend’s most popular songs, earning an 8x Platinum RIAA certification and appearing on top of 9 different countries' charts (including the US Billboard Hot 100). Legend’s performance was nominated for Best Pop Solo Performance at the 2015 Grammys. Legend has said in interviews that the song was inspired by his passionate love for model Chrissy Teigen, to whom he got engaged in 2011 and married in 2013.
[Verse 1]
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding
I can't pin you down
What's goin' on in that beautiful mind?
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me
But I'll be alright
[Pre-Chorus]
My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
[Chorus]
'Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose, I'm winning
[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh-oh
[Verse 2]
How many times do I have to tell you?
Even when you're crying, you're beautiful, too
The world is beating you down, I'm around
Through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing
In my head for you
[Pre-Chorus]
My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
[Chorus]
'Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose, I'm winning
[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh-oh
[Bridge]
Give me all of you, oh
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
[Chorus]
'Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose, I'm winning
[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
[Outro]
I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh-oh
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Halo
Written By: E. Kidd Bogart, Ryan Tedder & Beyoncé
Artist: Beyoncé
Released: 2009
One of Bey’s most vocally demanding and optimistic works, “Halo” comes off as a centerpiece in the I Am… disc of Beyoncé’s third studio album. Equipped with emotional vocalizations and angelic overtones, the song remains one of Bey’s most magnificent and impressive songs. The intimate power ballad took home Best Female Pop Vocal Performance at the 52nd Grammy Awards, and has converted over 3 million digital units thus far. “Halo” was originally written by E. Kidd Bogart & OneRepublic’s Ryan Tedder, a day after Tedder had surgery on a broken Achilles' tendon, causing the cancellation of the band’s tour. The pair drew inspiration from Ray LaMontagne’s “Shelter”. “Halo” was released simultaneously with “Diva” on January 20, 2009. The song drew critical praise, but also many comparisons and a few controversies. According to Bogart, the song was written specifically with Beyoncé in mind; however, it was tentatively offered to Simon Cowell for his client Leona Lewis before Bey had recorded it. Similarities between “Halo” and Kelly Clarkson’s “Already Gone” – also composed by Ryan Tedder – sparked gossip that he had used the same tune for both songs. “Halo” was one of 2009’s best-selling singles, and was the #1 song of the 2000s in Brazil. The music video, directed by Phillip Andelman, featured actor Michael Ealy as Bey’s love interest (he originally turned down the role in the video for “Irreplaceable”.)
[Verse 1]
Remember those walls I built?
Well, baby, they're tumblin' down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you win
But I never really had a doubt
Standin' in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
[Pre-Chorus]
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule, I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out
[Chorus]
Everywhere I'm lookin' now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my savin' grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
[Post-Chorus]
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
[Verse 2]
Hit me like a ray of sun
Burnin' through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light
I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like fallin'
Gravity can't forget
To pull me back to the ground again
[Pre-Chorus]
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule, I had you breakin'
The risk that I'm takin'
I'm never gonna shut you out
[Chorus]
Everywhere I'm lookin' now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my savin' grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
[Post-Chorus]
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
[Bridge]
Halo
Halo
[Chorus]
Everywhere I'm lookin' now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my savin' grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
[Post-Chorus]
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo (Ooh-ooh)
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo, halo
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Omg the wolfram continuation was EVERYTHING!! And since requests are open I’d like to do one more ;) could you do some domestic style fluff with him and reader after the fact? Like— I LOVED that whole “I’m ready for a baby sister” with Sieglinde sm 😭 maybe you could do something like that? Or maybe when they dooooo tell her (and wolfram) that reader is pregnant? I’m such a hoe for this freight train of a man ah ma gad 🐺 please and thank you soooo much 💜
BOOBOO YOU’RE SO SWEET!!
literally send me all the requests ever ok I LOVE THEM so much
here’s something for this, I think it’s cute!!
Wolfram is so damn excited aaaaaaah SWEET BOY
For the longest time after SIEGLINDE asked you and WOLFRAM when you were going to have a baby, you didn’t know what to say.
Now, following a visit to the doctor, you finally do.
Although you can’t be perfectly sure when you conceived, the physician thinks you’re far along enough that your biggest guess is that it was when you and Wolfram made love for the first time. When Sieglinde asked, the two of you had a talk about it, deciding that you’d both be glad if it happened. So you’ve had sex a few more times since then, but… you think it was that first time that did it.
You’ve not quite known how to tell either of them the news yet. The last few days everyone, including you, has just thought you haven’t been feeling well, just tired. Even through dinner, with both of them asking how you’re doing, you don’t know exactly how to phrase it.
Then, after dinner while you work on mending some of everyone’s clothes, Wolfram comes over to set Sieglinde next to you, almost certainly at her request. She presses into you and smiles, putting her arms around your middle. “Mutti, Wolfram says I have to go to bed soon, but I’m not tired. You will tell me a story so I get sleepy, please?”
“Oh, that would make you sleepy?” you giggle as you pull her into your lap. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll make one up just for you, let’s see…”
You think for a moment, then an idea pops into your head. “Ah, alright, well. Once upon a time, there was a young princess who lived in a forest, and her name was Sieglinde.”
Your little girl gives you a noise somewhere between a giggle and a scoff. “Is this story about us?”
“Hmm, maybe,” you tease. “It’s a good one, though, I promise. Now, Princess Sieglinde was a very smart, beautiful girl. But, she was unable to walk, so she was trapped in the forest, because there were… a lot of wolves out there among the trees who would attack other living things. And the woods were too thick… even if she could walk, it would have been a long and dangerous journey. So she stayed in her castle, away from the outside world, making inventions and reading. However, she did have one loyal companion by her side ― her loving, attentive father, Wolfram.”
From the corner of your eye, you see Wolfram straighten up in pride; the sight makes you smile. “He took good care of her, and even though they were stuck in the forest, they found some happiness day by day.”
A hand combs gingerly through her hair as she nestles in against you. “But one day… a group of travelers from another land were coming through the forest, and they stumbled upon the castle, where they were given a place to stay. Several of the travelers were inhumanly strong, so after learning that Princess Sieglinde and her father were trapped, they offered to help the two out of the woods.”
Wolfram decides to sit down on your other side, setting a candle in its holder on the table beside him. “Some of the travelers was know-it-alls.”
You snort and lean to give him a kiss. “… Yes, but Wolfram got over it.”
“Pfui! If you say so.”
“Well, I’m the one telling the story, aren’t I?” Things have to be shifted a bit, with you leaning toward him… it’s nice, though. Almost like one big cuddle. “Where was I? Ah… so, they all set out. True to their word, the travelers brought Princess Sieglinde and her father to safety on the other side of the forest. With perhaps a few scrapes here and there, they made it in one piece. Grateful to the travelers and unsure of where to go now that they’d found freedom, Princess Sieglinde and Wolfram followed the travelers back to their homeland.”
Sieglinde blinks a few times, looking as if she’s starting to get tired. “What happened after that? Surely it’s not end there?”
You nod. “You’re right, it doesn’t end there. After settling down, Wolfram fell in love with a woman.”
“(Name), right?” Sieglinde brings her legs up onto the sofa, tucking them under her. “And she married Wolfram and decided to be Princess Sieglinde’s mum?”
You can’t help a laugh from escaping as you give her a squeeze. “You haven’t heard this story before, have you? I thought I made it up just now! Haha… that’s right, though. (Name) married Wolfram and decided to be Princess Sieglinde’s mum. And one day, Princess Sieglinde asked for a little sister. So, (Name) made a wish on a star…”
Your eyes flicker up to Wolfram. Although he’s listening to the story just like Sieglinde is, his eyebrow is raised at you. “A wish on a star?”
Your next words come out in a whisper. “… And it came true.”
Almost immediately, Wolfram’s eyes widen. You can see every single thing he’s feeling reflected in them; joy, fear, relief, he doesn’t seem to know how to feel. For so much of his life he’s lived only feeling one thing or another, with things being simple, and now he’s feeling so many different things at once. When he speaks, his voice trembles like its feet are on the edge of a crumbling precipice. “It came true?”
“It did,” you smile, and you’re… almost prepared for his reaction, but not fully.
Of course, given that his reaction is to hug you tightly and whoop, “Hurra! Hurra! Hurrahurrahurrahurra―!”, it’s a bit hard to anticipate. He buries his face in your neck, laughing, suddenly elated in a way you’ve never seen him express before.
Even when he pulls his face back up, he’s beaming. Though he looks a bit embarrassed about the outburst, he comes in to kiss you, with both of his hands moving to cup your face. “This is… wonderful. So ― so you’re… schwanger?” Oh, dear, that’s so precious… he can’t bring himself to say the word in English. You think he might burst if he did. “Ah, Gott…”
“Schwanger!” Sieglinde chirps, instantly awake. “So, you approved my request! I’m going to have a little sister!! Hurraaaaaaaa!!!”
With that, she practically launches herself into your lap, pressing her head and hand against your stomach. “My little sister is in here! Can she hear me yet? I don’t care if she can’t… I want her to know she’s the best little sister in the whole big world!”
“Sieglinde…!” Wolfram’s still laughing, albeit a bit quieter. “You need to go to bed―”
She shakes her head, staring up at him with big eyes. “Vati!! You can’t expect me to sleep now!”
“You can’t argue with that,” you hum as you nestle in against him. “It’s exciting news.”
Well, at least she grins at you for being on her side. “Mutti, can I give my little sister her name? Pleaaaaase?”
“If you go to bed right now,” is the dry answer she gets, before you even have a chance to open your mouth.
Even though Sieglinde probably isn’t going to be heading to sleep anytime soon, you’re glad about the fact that you told both of them at last. Even though your baby isn’t very big yet, you still put your hand over Sieglinde’s on your stomach.
Everything is going to change. It’s going to be overwhelming. And you can only speak for yourself, but…
You feel like things are, finally, exactly where they’re supposed to be. For all of you.
#pregnancy tw#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Sieglinde#Wolfram#Wolfram x reader#reader insert#romantic#platonic#familial#fluff#domestic#NOT ME FUCKING SOBBING IN THE BACKGROUND!!!!!#one hell of a queue
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31st January >> Mass Readings (USA)
Saint John Bosco, Priest
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Wednesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time.
Wednesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time
(Liturgical Colour: White: B (2))
(Readings for the feria (Wednesday))
(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Wednesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)
First Reading
2 Samuel 24:2, 9-17
It is I who have sinned; but these are sheep; what have they done?
King David said to Joab and the leaders of the army who were with him, “Tour all the tribes in Israel from Dan to Beer-sheba and register the people, that I may know their number.” Joab then reported to the king the number of people registered: in Israel, eight hundred thousand men fit for military service; in Judah, five hundred thousand.
Afterward, however, David regretted having numbered the people, and said to the LORD: “I have sinned grievously in what I have done. But now, LORD, forgive the guilt of your servant, for I have been very foolish.” When David rose in the morning, the LORD had spoken to the prophet Gad, David’s seer, saying: “Go and say to David, ‘This is what the LORD says: I offer you three alternatives; choose one of them, and I will inflict it on you.’” Gad then went to David to inform him. He asked: “Do you want a three years’ famine to come upon your land, or to flee from your enemy three months while he pursues you, or to have a three days’ pestilence in your land? Now consider and decide what I must reply to him who sent me.” David answered Gad: “I am in very serious difficulty. Let us fall by the hand of God, for he is most merciful; but let me not fall by the hand of man.” Thus David chose the pestilence. Now it was the time of the wheat harvest when the plague broke out among the people. The LORD then sent a pestilence over Israel from morning until the time appointed, and seventy thousand of the people from Dan to Beer-sheba died. But when the angel stretched forth his hand toward Jerusalem to destroy it, the LORD regretted the calamity and said to the angel causing the destruction among the people, “Enough now! Stay your hand.” The angel of the LORD was then standing at the threshing floor of Araunah the Jebusite. When David saw the angel who was striking the people, he said to the LORD: “It is I who have sinned; it is I, the shepherd, who have done wrong. But these are sheep; what have they done? Punish me and my kindred.”
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 32:1-2, 5, 6, 7
R/ Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
Blessed is he whose fault is taken away,
whose sin is covered.
Blessed the man to whom the LORD imputes not guilt,
in whose spirit there is no guile.
R/ Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
Then I acknowledged my sin to you,
my guilt I covered not.
I said, “I confess my faults to the LORD,”
and you took away the guilt of my sin.
R/ Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
For this shall every faithful man pray to you
in time of stress.
Though deep waters overflow,
they shall not reach him.
R/ Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
You are my shelter; from distress you will preserve me;
with glad cries of freedom you will ring me round.
R/ Lord, forgive the wrong I have done.
Gospel Acclamation
John 10:27
Alleluia, alleluia.
My sheep hear my voice, says the Lord;
I know them, and they follow me.
Alleluia, alleluia.
Gospel
Mark 6:1-6
A prophet is not without honor except in his native place.
Jesus departed from there and came to his native place, accompanied by his disciples. When the sabbath came he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astonished. They said, “Where did this man get all this? What kind of wisdom has been given him? What mighty deeds are wrought by his hands! Is he not the carpenter, the son of Mary, and the brother of James and Joseph and Judas and Simon? And are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him. Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his native place and among his own kin and in his own house.” So he was not able to perform any mighty deed there, apart from curing a few sick people by laying his hands on them. He was amazed at their lack of faith.
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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Saint John Bosco, Priest
(Liturgical Colour: White: B (2))
(Readings for the memorial)
(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Wednesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)
First Reading
Philippians 4:4-9
Think about whatever is worthy of praise.
Brothers and sisters: Rejoice in the Lord always. I shall say it again: rejoice! Your kindness should be known to all. The Lord is near. Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Keep on doing what you have learned and received and heard and seen in me. Then the God of peace will be with you.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 103:1bc-2, 3-4, 8-9, 13-14, 17-18
R/ O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Bless the LORD, O my soul;
and all my being, bless his holy name.
Bless the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits.
R/ O, bless the Lord, my soul!
He pardons all your iniquities,
heals all your ills,
He redeems your life from destruction,
crowns you with kindness and compassion.
R/ O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Merciful and gracious is the LORD,
slow to anger and abounding in kindness.
He will not always chide,
nor does he keep his wrath forever.
R/ O, bless the Lord, my soul!
As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him,
For he knows how we are formed;
he remembers that we are dust.
R/ O, bless the Lord, my soul!
But the kindness of the LORD is from eternity
to eternity toward those who fear him,
And his justice toward his children’s children
among those who keep his covenant.
R/ O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Gospel Acclamation
Matthew 23:11, 12b
Alleluia, alleluia.
The greatest among you must be your servant.
Whoever humbles himself will be exalted.
Alleluia, alleluia.
Gospel
Matthew 18:1-5
Unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the Kingdom of heaven.
The disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of heaven?” He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the Kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the Kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me.”
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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