#BLESS LUIS SOUL!!!!

[mrsfitzgerald]

budapest. 12.07.23 🥹❤️

[amateurvoltaire]

Did st-just actually say that "I'll make [camille desmoulins] carry his [head] like st-denis" thing

Thank you for your question, Anon. I assume you’re asking in relation to the supposed exchange between Saint-Just and Camille Desmoulins.

In short: Desmoulins, with his usual bite, is reported to have quipped that Saint-Just carried his head "like a Holy Sacrament." Saint-Just, in turn, is said to have replied: "I’ll make him carry his like Saint Denis" (Et moi, je lui ferai porter la sienne comme un Saint-Denis) (1).

But did it happen? Let's break it down.

Camille Desmoulins’ Jibe: "Il porte sa tête comme un Saint-Sacrement."

Yes. No debate there. Camille wrote it himself, in his Lettre au général Dillon (2). In that pamphlet, true to form, he takes the piss out of several figures in the Convention, including Saint-Just.

Here’s the bit:

"After Legendre (3), the member of the Convention who has the highest opinion of himself is Saint-Just. One sees in his gait and bearing that he regards his head as the cornerstone of the Republic, and that he carries it with reverence, like a Holy Sacrament." (4)

No ambiguity there. It’s in print. Camille’s tone is mocking, as usual. Saint-Just was not known for his sense of humour, so the odds of him enjoying this were low. It wouldn’t have been surprising if he replied. In fact, you’d expect it. But did he?

Saint-Just’s Alleged Reply: "Et moi, je lui ferai porter la sienne comme un Saint-Denis."

I’ll spare you the suspense: no, he probably didn’t.

Unlike Camille, Saint-Just never wrote this down. It’s nowhere in his Œuvres complètes, and the quote doesn’t appear in any Convention minutes or known correspondence.

So where did this supposed retort come from?

Early Attributions and Édouard Fleury

The earliest source I can find is Biographie moderne (1816) by Étienne Psaume. In a very unfriendly write-up on Saint-Just, Psaume claims:

"It is said that, beyond party hatred, Saint-Just also bore a personal grudge against Camille Desmoulins, who had written in Le Vieux Cordelier that Saint-Just carried his head like a Blessed Sacrament; to which the proud decemvir replied: 'I’ll make him carry his like Saint Denis.'" (5)

Note the classic dodge: “it is said.” Also, Psaume claims the line appeared in Le Vieux Cordelier, which it didn’t. It was in the Lettre à Dillon. So much for rigorous sourcing.

Still, the line got picked up. Most notably by Édouard Fleury, in his 1852 two-volume Saint-Just et la Terreur. Like Psaume, he provides no source. Which is on-brand for Fleury, who, in true 19th-century historian (and I use the term loosely) fashion, was allergic to citations.Nor was he particularly restrained when it came to building a dramatic narrative.

Seven years later, Ernest Hamel, in Histoire de Saint-Just, called nonsense on the whole thing and rightly pointed out that no primary sources back it. Even the sources Fleury does quote, such as Joachim Vilate’s (6) ridiculous Thermidor-era libel screeds , don’t mention the exchange. Didn’t matter. The quote was catchy, dramatic, and vaguely plausible, so it spread.

By the early 20th century, it had hardened into “fact.” Both the 1911 Encyclopaedia Britannica and Samuel Arthur Bent’s Familiar Short Sayings of Great Men repeat it without a second thought. In fact, Bent’s version goes further, by having Camille directly attribute his death to this jest: 

“Camille Desmoulins gained the implacable hatred of the stern and haughty St. Just by saying jocosely of him, “He carries his head like the Host” (comme un saint sacrement), to which St. Just retorted, “I will make him carry his like a St. Denis.” Desmoulins soon afterwards accompanied Danton to the guillotine, saying, “My pleasantry has killed me” (C’est ma plaisanterie qui m’a tué).”

Modern biographies are more careful. Bernard Vinot’s 1985 Saint-Just confirms Camille’s “Saint-Sacrement” remark and details how much Saint-Just came to despise him."Penetrated his soul," "never wanted to see him again," and so on, make that what you will. But no Saint-Denis line.

Albert Ollivier’s Saint-Just et la force des choses notes the jibe too, but again no trace of the comeback. Antoine Boulant’s L’Archange de la Révolution doesn’t mention it at all.

Would it have been a good line? Yes. A clean mic drop, particularly considering what happened to Camille later. And yes, 19th-century historians did love their dramatic one-liners, whether or not they ever happened.

Is it plausible he said it? (Speculative zone ahead)

There’s no document, no record, no contemporary witness. But sure, it’s plausible. I mean, Saint-Just was human. Maybe Saint-Just grumbled to Le Bas about Desmoulins over a drink.  He probably said a lot of random, petty things about a lot of people to his friends. We all do. 

Still, I don’t think it happened. And here’s why.

Because if it had, Camille would have written about it. Not Saint-Just, Camille. The man had a well-read journal and a persecution complex. A public death threat from a man in the Committee of Public Safety helping draft your indictment? Desmoulins would not have let that pass. He’d have used it. Repeatedly.

And yet, silence.

He never mentions it. Not in his trial. Not in Le Vieux Cordelier. Not even in passing. And there’s no way Camille Desmoulins would have kept his mouth shut about something like that.

Which tells you everything you need to know.

Notes

(1) Saint Denis is a 3rd-century Christian martyr and the patron saint of Paris, often depicted carrying his decapitated head after being executed.

(2) General Arthur Dillon was a monarchist general arrested for suspected counter-revolutionary ties in 1973. 

(3) Legendre was a butcher turned Montagnard deputy in the National Convention, known for his bluster.

(4) Original Quote in French: Après Legendre, le membre de la Convention qui a la plus grande idée de lui -même, c'est Saint  Just. On voit dans sa démarche et dans son maintien qu′il regarde sa tête comme la pierre angulaire de la R��publique, et qu'il la porte sur ses épaules avec respect et comme un Saint−Sacrement."

(5) Original text in French: On prétend qu’outre la haine de parti, Saint-Just nourrissait encore un ressentiment particulier contre Camille Desmoulins,  qui avait dit, dans un des numéros du Vieux Cordelier,  que Saint-Just portait sa tête comme un saint sacrement ;  à quoi l’orgueilleux décemvir avait répondu : « Je lui ferai porter la sienne comme saint Denis. »

(6) Joachim Vilate was a former juror of the Revolutionary Tribunal and author of a number of scandalous Thermidorian pamphlets accusing leading Jacobins of corruption and tyranny. 

[frogchiro]

I need more content with College!Carlos.

In my opinion, he is the most adequate member of the fraternity, who literally goes to parties and does not drink only to reduce the number of fights at them.

Carlos literally tries to win the Reader's heart in a calm and slow way and does not fly into a rage like his friends

Although imagine that Carlos one day gets ready after a meeting with the guys from the fraternity and says that the Reader asked him to reinstall Windows on her computer. I bet everyone thought she wanted him to fuck her hard, but he actually reinstalled Windows for her and they did everything except have sex.

This is pretty much Carlos! Yes he is very flirty and may seem easy going but contrary to his frat friends he actually has his shit together and is much calmer than them!

He will begrudgingly go to some parties if only to keep Chris and Krauser from getting into fights or will stop Leon from drinking himself half-blind after you rejected another dick pic :( In general Carlos is the voice of reason and despite the fact that he's often muted, he still keeps these dumbasses alive.

And yes you're right! Despite Carlos's flirty nature he has a heart of gold and is very calm, kind and definitely much more mature than the frat guys and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you swoon <3 He is always asking if you're alright, if you need something and he's always happy to help you since you literally save his ass in Mr. Wesker's lecture so when you start to have problems with your laptop Carlos is more than happy to help you with it! Free of charge ofc, just let him take you out on a coffee later <33

However the problem starts when the rest of those assholes find out about the fact that Carlos was in your room, alone, with you because tf you mean you were in there alone >:(

Poor Carlos, bless his soul, is very confused and doesn't really understand why Leon has a meltdown, Jack and Chris are giving him the biggest stink eye ever and Luis, despite his clear annoyance, is still asking for 'details' of the meeting...Why is he so interested in Carlos fixing your laptop???

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 22]

Between getting scared of her sudden movements,

And pressing his hood-antennae to his head as if a cat.

Joris certainly doesn't act like he forgave or trusts Julith. But whatever it takes for his family to be safe is worth it.

Some may say he's too excited about gobbowl here to be internally scared shitless, but... May I remind you the horrors of the past?

Joris is good on putting on a brave face, when needed to. Especially if that brave face is palatable to adults.

That being said, he isn't lying on purpose, or anything: I just think he's talking about gobbowl because he likes it, and he's worried, so he wants to calm himself down and make the situation more palatable.

It also serves as a vibe check - perhaps she isn't that bad if she likes gobbowl. He did judge people for not drinking bamboo milk, when he was 7.

He wanted for so long to know where he comes from. He wants so badly to talk to Jahash and Julith and get to know them.

She's suffered a lot. And Joris is nothing, if not amazing at making adults happy.

He probably wondered, his whole life, if his birth mother loved him. And no matter how she is, or what she's done, it's nice to finally know the answer.

DFGSDFGDFGSDFBGDSFBUGSGIKJSDFLBLJHBSFDKGHSEUBVH

If his head wasn't empty right now, he would be screaming, crying, throwing up, and killing everyone, because Joris is alone with Julith.

Truly, the fact that he isn't fully cognizant of his surroundings and everything happening, is a blessing for everyone involved.

Luis is never beating those "actually cares about the Jurgen-Crepin family" allegations.

BASED Lilotte.

She has bewitched me body and soul.

Hey Kerubim bestie dear my beautiful my darling. why do you have a full shelf of dark magic grimoires and why are they about resurrecting people.

Haha.

Anyway.

He'll allow her to extract a part of him that's been there since he was an infant, and all she wants to do with it is kill a thousand people.

He's willing to withstand a lot of pain, thinking it'll help Jahash. Without knowing that the only thing his efforts are good for is giving her ammo to kill people.

Their interactions, and the way Julith takes advantage of Joris, and his want to protect his family, as well as his desire to give her a chance and finally know where he comes from, honestly sicken me a little.

Even if she is his mother, being hugged by her, whom he didn't know until yesterday, after she brought so much pain to his life, is at best a cold comfort.

But at least he made her happy.

[lilliesthings]

every once in awhile I think about that convo between Reid and Luis that went

"Thank you"

"You would have done the same for me :)"

"Absolutely the fuck not"

and I lose it. Bless his soul

[scentedpepper]

Missions, Malaise and Migas Pt. III | Leon Kennedy

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 4 Pt.5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Final Part

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

Summary: Leon and Y/N have some underlying issues. Ones they tried to warn DSO about.

Content Warnings: None

Other Pairings: Luis Sera x Reader

Author Note(s): Don't mind errors, I edited this half asleep

Things get less gender netrual here with he/him pronouns being used

The storm is back. The rain is pounding down on the window and you're not sure how much time has passed, only that the windows are practically fogged up now and Luis seems to have all the areas of your body that hurt wrapped up like a mummy.

You stay void of the areas that have bandages plastered to them as you wipe the grime from your body with a rag. When the water in the tub has turned a brown color you drain it and fill it halfways again, like a mop bucket.

The bathroom is silent other than the continous splash of soapy water and the scrubbing sound that emits from the rag moving too harshly against your skin. Your hair is damp, pushed back and out of your face.

And though you can hear Luis rummaging around in the other room and you can faintly smell something being cooked, it's not enough of a distraction to pull you away from your thoughts. It was stupid coming here without a word. You knew that. And you were dreading what would come after.

It was just a bad move.

Luis, bless his soul and his ability to set up a good atmosphere and help you feel comfortable, had taken to leaving you alone and making you ease into the change of setting. It would be rude not to appreciate it, or try to find a way to ask for his forgiveness instead.

You sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the tub, hands dipping into the water to unplug the drain and let the it escape. You step out after watching it swirl and swirl and swirl. But your movements feel slowed, as if the moment you step from this bathroom, your responsibilities come back to you. –Not that they ever left.

So you stay in there for a while, staring at yourself in the mirror. You comb through your hair with your fingers. More time than necessary is taken to check over everything. Some blotches and bags have formed underneath your eyes, tiredness seeping into your muscles, showing itself in different parts of you. It makes you annoyed. Wanting to leave, get your partner, go home.

"Mierda. " Luis cusses and you can only guess it's because he's burnt his finger on the skillet.

It's enough to move you away from your head and you reach for the boxers the man leant you without a second thought. You step into them slowly, and you pull them up even slower before settling on yourself in the mirror again, adjusting the waist band.

Your shoulder hurts and so do your hands, but everything else feels less stiff. You have one hand resting on the mirror as you gaze at yourself. More marks from various different missions litter your face. It wasn't unusual to forget what the normal you used to look like.

Your eyes are droopy, your features weighted with tiredness. But before you know it, they're changing, switching rapidly and you're grabbing your gun from the counter top. Suddenly, all your exhaustion is gone and you feel your body shoot to the exit like a missle.

Your eyes are wide when you burst through from the bathroom and your bare feet cause a crunch when you're left to stand on the door that's been knocked clean off its hinges laid in the middle of the walkway.

Your gun is up, arms outstretched the moment you turn the edge of the door frame and your finger is twitching at the trigger. You don't see anything at first, but when you pursue deeper into the room, your tense shoulders fall at the sight.

Luis is pressed against the wall, his hands are up in surrender, and there's a gun digging into the side of his turned face.

The food has been discarded, onto the floor, the skillets face down, the tables on its side.

Everything has gone to complete dissary in a matter of minuets.

"Where is he?" The voice is deep, angry and littered with resentment.

"Has interrumpido la cena, amigo. "

"In English. " The cold steel is pressing harder.

"Leon, let him go. " The words come out of your mouth with the breath you'd been holding.

The gun lowers so fast it may as well have turned back into air, never even been there at all. And you watch Luis retreat away from the opposing partner who has yet to even look at you, hands still raised in the air.

You're just standing there, near nudity, staring. Staring at the gradual lowering of Luis arms. Staring at Leon's back. Staring at Ada.

Staring at him.

When he finally turns around, his gaze moves straight to you before it darts over the bandages and all the bruises littered across your body. He's frozen at the sight of you and he keeps trailing all of your injuries but his face is unreadable.

His eyes go down your arm, stop at your ring. Flicker back up to the underwear.

"Put this on. " He says suddenly, jerking his upper body, and your eyes have already found the fabric flung towards you, plucked from your lost bag by the time his hand has released it.

You've already gathered that he's angry but this is no explosion and your eyebrows are creased in concern.

"How did-? " You ask cautiously and the last syllable of your sentence is barely heard as Leon turns his back to you.

"We're leaving. " He says bluntly and you hesitate a bit, slowly putting the pants on anyway.

"Leon, " its the beginning of Adas reasoning. "It's dark, we should wait out the storm. Your partner needs rest. " She shakes her head with a sigh. "Just look at him. "

As Ada refers to you, Leon's eyes stay solidly on her. You can see the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You can see him taking in a deep breath before addressing the situation. You can hear him when he speaks, when his eyes drill through anyone who looks at him.

"We have nowhere to go but forward. He'll have tough it out. “

Leon stares a bit longer, his words for you, for Ada, for Luis. He's just as emotionless when he's talking as when he was earlier and his fists clench and flex with the tense atmosphere he's created.

Leave it to Luis to never learn when to shut up.

"¿Perdón?" Luis takes one step forward. "He stumble in here, his poor body being bruised and broken. What were you doing in the moutains in the first place?" His hands are flat out, throwing questions the other man's way and the glare he receives only makes his eyes bigger, his movement more emphatic. "He has to rest! You want him dead?" His exclamations are fueled with exasperation.

Ada is not helping at all, staring silently and watching Leon out of the corner of her eye like she can tell what's about to happen.

"Don't be dense. You took his shirt off, didn't you?" The look on his face twists slightly, anger brewing, mixing with the other emotions that have started to surface. You've known him long enough you're able to read a few pages. "He doesn't need rest. " He squints. "He needs to get back in his gear and learn what it means to follow orders. "

That one gets you. It heats you to your core.

"Estúpido!" He grunts. "You won't even take the time to- to, " A hand gestures lazily. "take a moment and look at him. Look around you! " His hands swing wildly again.

Your face scrunches at the thought. "Luis. " You try to interject, huffing as you step forward, putting yourself more into his field of vision, but it doesn't work. They both ignore you all together.

"What's next, Captain? Hmmm?" He keeps rolling out with it. "This?" He swipes his forearm outwards, gesturing to your person. "Is this next? His death?" His hands bang together before gripping the air. "Another funeral you have to plan?"

That tears Leon apart. Splits him like paper. And the only way he can think to retaliate is with anger and harsh tones and the rebuttal comes from him almost faster than you can blink.

"Maybe if he could afford to listen! Maybe then, I won't have to push him so hard! To look at what his failures lead too!"

The accusation pisses you off more than anything has in a while.

"Leave. " You say and you're trying to keep things under wraps before they get more out of hand. The single word is pushed out fast and the way you're folding your arms over your chest helps you hide some of the hurt and the clenched expression you wish not to display.

Leon, stubborn and angry, doesn't listen.

"Yes, leave, hermano!" Luis insists.

"Maybe we should step out. " It's Ada speaking up now, her voice carrying a certain amount of calm and seriousness, but she makes no move to go, she simply addresses Leon.

Leon's reply is swift. "We have a mission. "

"Just to breathe. " She clarifys, holding the bridge of her nose, her lashes kissing and mingling together when she closes her eyes before she's sighing. "Why do we have to hold him prisoner? He looks like shit, Leon. " Her arm reaches to push her hair back.

A beat passes.

"Your mission can go to shit too. Like that. " She snaps her fingers in the air.

You know she's right, the both of you.

There's a silence that wafts over the air, like the calm before the storm, and you know it has hit Leon. That the words that have been spoken are sticking and he is analyzing all of them like a puzzle.

But he can't seem to muster up his next line and he's trudging out of the room, knocking his shoulder into yours.

Your face distorts into of pain as your left hand grapples where he'd hit you, the fresh relocation of your shoulder tender and sore.

Ada inhales, looking away for a moment and rubbing her brow again before she follows Leon.

The click of her heels pause when she gets to your side and her hand is resting on top of yours, her painted fingers far gentler than the current hold you have on your shoulder. "It was bad, wasn't it?" She asks and her eyes are fixated on her hand like it knows the answer better than her own mouth.

It was and she can see that without having to question you, but neither one of you press for further elaboration.

"I'll bring your boy back more reasonable, don't worry. " She beckons and her hand flits from you.

Luis is talking out his concern as he follows her, probably to put the door back up, waving his hands over his head, turning around abruptly, saying something in Spanish as he points at you. You can't make out half of it, but you believe it to be more exasperation.

The sound of the door being placed back in its frame is loud and chaotic and under normal circumstances you probably would've laughed at the lanky man. But it all feels like white noise right now. Your feet take you to the bedside and your body feels as heavy as a brick.

You let out a hefty puff, your fingers rubbing against your eyes until Luis' footsteps near closer and he is clasping your chin. You're already turned up to stare at him, eyes trained into his warm gaze.

"Mi amor. I'm sorry. " He states and you shake your head as his hand trails up your bandaged one, his skin touching you. He lays his fingers on the split of your palm.

"No big deal. " You dismiss but your voice doesn't meet your words.

"Lo es. " It's quiet and it's a hiss. He disagrees, even though, at this point, you're not sure if he understands you've brought this upon yourself. He starts to say more and the small laugh that's escaped his lips comes out halfway through. "You two so stupid. "

He's amused now, and you can't really help the small smile that warms your lips. He leans in slightly to place a lingering kiss on your forehead, the feel of his soft, brown strands falling onto you.

The creases of his eyes soften after a moment and he retracts his hands, sitting beside you on the edge.

"I fix some food. " He resumes and his steps are bouncy and upbeat this time, like the problem has already been rectified. "Simple. Because sancho..." He gestures to the fallen food on the floor, his tongue clicking.

He is so unbothered.

You feel like this was his intention the whole time. To get you smiling, which you're sure doesn't happen enough when you're not around him.

You give a half nod in response.

"You eat?" Luis is quick to fill the air.

"Two days. " You reply.

He scoffs slightly, pausing for a moment in the kitchen area.

"Grow your waist line, sweetpea. No time to lose. "

A small, rumbling laugh rolls in your throat. It's soft and nonchalant and your head is hanging, eyes closed for a moment. But you feel a little bit lighter after it.

"Now, you are tired. " Luis says.

"Luis. "

"Shhh. "

Your head rises to look at him and it hurts your neck to keep your gaze elevated but he's so matter of fact about everything it makes you roll your eyes and huff, laying back on his bed. Just for a moment. Just to rest.

"You sleep. Don't let him bother you. "

"Mmm. " You slur.

Luis looks over you when he turns, placing something back in the fridge. You're fighting the weariness, keeping your eyes open, watching his movements. He's humming to himself and re-stacking papers that had fallen when the door had been sent through the air moments before.

You fight it, but the sweet hum of a song you don't know begins to lull you, send you drifting. It was so nice to just stop for a moment. It was so nice to find Luis, a home, even if it was temporary, a place that could feel friendly while the world around you was turning without end, an uncontrollable amount of death and destruction looming.

So you fall, with the final note of his melody in your ears, asleep on the brink of the end of the world.

[inscrutable-shadow]

Augusnippets Day 7 - Path of Hurt - Waterboarding

Luis belongs to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump ! Thanatos is once again having a bad time, feat. military au

Thanatos's lungs burned. He couldn't get enough air through the wet cloth on his face. He tried to remind himself that this was training, not the field, there was a medic on hand, they wouldn't let him die, but none of his rationalizations could prevent the soul-deep panic from driving his muscles into action. He was strapped down tight, though, nothing he could do would get that cloth off his face or stop the next cup of water being poured over it. No amount of crying or begging or pleading or thrashing.

"Almost there, Than. Just one more. You can do it." He recognized the voice, barely: Luis. The refreshers never got easier no matter how many years he stayed in the program, but that voice always believed in him. His instinct was to shake his head no, he couldn't do it, he needed to stop, but he forced himself to nod. He could endure. One more.

The last bout was just as awful as the first. He could feel the veins in his forehead and throat bulging as he strained, searching for relief where there was none. And then it was over. The cloth was gone and the straps were loose and blessed air was flooding his lungs and he was coughing up water onto the floor and thank the gods he could breathe. Luis's hands were on his shoulders, he was being told what a good job he'd done. As he started to shiver, Thanatos wondered what it said about him that the praise felt like it was worth it.

[sokosid-cc]

You know je suis là pour le drama : 2. quel est ton souvenir de rp (personnage, type de rp, etc) le plus cringe ? 25. quel est un de tes souvenirs de rp préféré ? 15. ton top cinq des personnages que tu as aimé/aimes le plus jouer, avec un petit mot sur chaque ? BISOUS <33

Toujours al pour le drama, i know ♥

2. quel est ton souvenir de rp (personnage, type de rp, etc) le plus cringe ?

Alors, malheureusement je n'en ai pas qu'un MAIS je dois dire qu'il y en a un qui remporte la palme : c'était sur un forum HP il y a une quinzaine d'années, je jouais un vampire étudiant à Poudlard (don't ask), 17 ans donc, avec JARED LETO (j'ai l'excuse du fait que c'était avant qu'il soit out comme gourou ... Mais l'âge / le fc on a un souci déjà). Bref, passions vampires mais de la mauvaise façon, on va dire. Je ne me rappelle pas de tous mes rps mais c'était chaud.

Il y a aussi un rp que j'ai fait avec un.e membre de mon ancien forum, bless their soul, où je jouais un chasseur de créatures qui pistait son personnage, un wendigo, qui l'avait amené sur son lieu de travail, un salon de coiffure, et durant tout le rp je lançais le sujet de la chasse tandis que le.a membre en face me parlait de coupes de cheveux. C'était intéressant.

25. quel est un de tes souvenirs de rp préféré ?

Alors là aussi j'en ai beaucoup, un des plus récents c'est un rp que j'ai fait avec quatre autres personnages très liés où on découvrait chacun la nature de nos personnages, immensément chargé en émotions, j'ai toujours du mal à m'en remettre, tbh.

Un plus vieux, et peut-être cliché, sans doute, c'est le love interest de l'un de mes plus anciens persos, qui n'était pas destiné à en être un, on avait construit cette relation comme amitié d'enfance / solide et je me souviens de pratiquement tous les rps qui en ont découlé, et qui ont fini par construire une relation un peu dramatique et superbe d'une qualité et d'un développement que j'ai rarement eu à ce niveau. (Camsh si tu passes par là je t'aime, what else is new)

15. ton top cinq des personnages que tu as aimé/aimes le plus jouer, avec un petit mot sur chaque ?

1 - Maddox. Je pense que tu es immensément surprise par cette information. C'est un des personnages que j'ai le plus creusé, le plus travaillé, et aussi celui qui me ressemble le plus, donc forcément j'ai un petit mot pour lui quelque part.

2 - Sayanel. Mon personnage le plus ancien, qui est encore vivant même s'il arrivera potentiellement en fin de course d'ici un an ou deux. J'ai fait tellement de rps et de liens intéressants avec lui que je ne saurais pas les compter, et il a eu la plus grosse évolution de tous, il a commencé à 23 ans et le voilà à plus de 40, je l'aurais pas imaginé tenir sur la durée ainsi.

3 - Castiel. De la même façon, les rps Bastiel et la relation autour ont été l'une des plus passionnantes qui m'a été donné d'écrire.

4 - Oz. On me connait, les petits groupes de sales gosses qui se sont trouvés ensemble et forment une famille dysfonctionnelle, c'est mon truc. J'ai pu aussi expérimenter quelques trucs avec lui, il me reconnectait avec ma passion des arnaques et de la musique underground. Love him still.

5 - Alors j'ai une mémoire nulle, tu le sais, mais du coup je vais parler d'un personnage dont je ne me souviens pas du nom (oui oui) mais que j'ai adoré jouer. C'était sur un forum city type "immeuble de quartier", je jouais Tim Roth en tant que père célibataire dépassé qui devait s'occuper de sa fille adolescente, et c'est rare que je fasse ce type de personnages, j'ai adoré l'expérience même si j'ai dû quitter le forum à un moment donné.

[alejandrodelrios]

— BASICS

Name: alejandro del rios Age / D.O.B. 35/ 04.15.1989: Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cis man, he/cim & bisexual Hometown: jalisco, mexico Affiliation: cortázar cartel Job position: sicario/uber driver Education: some college Relationship status: single Children: 0 Positive traits: (hardworking, loyal, determined, ambitious, adventurous ) Negative traits: (hot headed, lack empathy, manipulative, reserved, reckless )

— BIOGRAPHY

two souls, meeting by chance, destined to crossed paths; maria de los angeles & jose luis del rios. one the daughter of one of mexico’s infamous cartel bosses & the other a hardworking member of her fathers. maria always wanted something better for herself, a life without bloodshed, an escape from her reality. jose was happy where he was, content to live the life he lived, happy to serve the cartel. jose moved up, proving his loyalty time after time, soon becoming the right-hand man to the cartel kingpin. he met maria during one of their parties & it was amor (love) at first sight for him. she was an angel on earth from the moment he laid on her, with her long raven hair, and her beautiful doe eyes that held two amber colored eyes that resembled gems trying to shine through a dark coal mine. jose luis knew this was going to be the woman he would worship until the end of his day, and maria knew he was going to be trouble. but they had her father's blessing, marrying only six months after meeting, and soon maria was pregnant with their first (and only) son; alejandro del rios.

the first memories alejandro has is of waking up at five in the morning and helping his mother prepare for the day ahead. cooking, taking care of some farm animals, they had, fixing little things around the house, and making sure he was doing as his father asked. he can remember playing with the school kids, running to the local tiendita (store) for pieces of candy, overall being a kid for a short period of time. and he remembers the day he joined his father during a pit stop, showing up to a house that was unlike anything he had ever seen. a petting zoo could be seen in the distance, beautiful luxury cars lined up in the driveway, guards scattered everywhere, gardens that looked like they were plucked from paradise and placed here. the pool looked like a mini ocean with how grand it was, private ball courts, private bar, everything private. he was eight when this pit stop occurred, eight when he first understood what his father's job was, and eight when he met his grandfather for the first time. “ya está listo, jose. el niño tiene que crecer a hombre un dia, y tiene que aprender como pinches defenderse.” (“he is ready, jose. the boy has to grow into a man one day, and he needs to learn how to fucking defend himself.”) he was eight when he was explained what his life would be from there on out.

maria did not want her son to follow in the footsteps of her father, her husband, her entire family as it seemed, and she wanted to protect him from that life as much as possible. jose, loving his wife so dearly, was convinced to move to the united states of america. it was a long journey, alejandro was ten, and there is not a moment of it that has not stayed engraved in his head. he remembers arriving to a small home in the bonx, nyc, barely holding the family that was in it as it was, but it did not lack the warmth of a big family home. then followed the seemingly endless process of becoming us citizens, of watching his father push for a life his mother dreamed of, but in the shadows, he knew the secrets his father held. even in the states the cartel ran deep, as it ran deep in the veins of jose luis del rios. by the age of thirteen, the kid was becoming a man.

eventually the del rios family makes a name for themselves, running a business under the disguise of being a moving company. jose luis continues to run cartel business (pushing drugs through, at times weapons) in the shadows, maria unaware of his business still involving the cartel is happy that they are now thriving, and alejandro continued to work in the shadows with his father. he learned how to defend himself with something as simple as a fork, learned the right words to tune into when conversations were being had, learned how to shoot a gun from a young age at the shooting range with his father, and his training only intensified during the summer when he could be away for weeks at a time with his father visiting family in mexico. during one of their mexico trips, when alejandro was fifteen, he killed his first person it was in defense of his father who would have gotten the bullet instead had alejandro not done something. but when you kill someone, no matter if it's to save a life, something shifts inside of you. you either become the opposite of what that darkness can hold, or you embrace it; alejandro embraced it.

at the age of twenty-five he got recruited into the cartel, his grandfather having the connections he did, it was not a difficult choice for either to make. he started with slinging drugs and eventually earned himself a spot as one of the cartels sicarios. he is good at what he does and he had a charming smile that he used to his advantage. all mixed with a heart he could easily turn cold when needed. one day he hopes to become one of the underbosses for the cartel, because he knows his pops (now retired from such a life) would be very proud of him. his grandfather still rules in a small city in mexico (zapotlan, mexico) and his mother continues to be unaware of what alejndro really does. to her, he is just her boy who loves to work as an uber driver. to be honest for the most part, alejandro is very laid back and doesn't really have personal beef with members in other gangs but when the boss tells him to lock in is when alejandro del rio locks in. will he remain down this path or find a way out? only time is to tell.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS:

TBD

[glowing-disciple]

Reading List - 2025

Currently Reading:

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

Digital Logic and State Machine Design by David J. Comer

The Third Man Factor by John Geiger

Books Read:

Adventures in Cryptozoology Vol. 1 by Richard Freeman

Ancient Mysteries, Modern Visions by Philip S. Callahan

Deciphering the Indus Script by Asko Parpola

Eat That Frog! by Brain Tracy

Egyptian Hieroglyphics by Stephanie Rossini

Gods and Myths of Ancient Egypt by Robert A. Armour

How Writing Came About by Denise Schmandt-Besserat

Jung and the Tarot by Sallie Nichols

Leonard McCoy: Frontier Doctor

The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain

Some Account of the Council of Nicea by John Kaye

The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells

Future Reading:

All the King's Men by Robert Penn Warren

Always Running by Luis J. Rodriguez

Anne of Green Bagels by Susan Schade and Jon Buller

Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

The Anti-Mary Exposed by Carrie Gress

The Arm of the Starfish by Madeleine L'Engle

The Art Nouveau Style by Stephan Tschudi Madsen

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

Beezus and Ramona by Beverly Clearly

The Blade Itself by Joe Ambercrombie

The Book of Dragons by Edith Nesbit

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

Carmilla by Josphen Sheridan Le Fanu

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Champions of the Rosary by Donald H. Calloway

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Complete Works of H. P. Lovecraft

Cranfod by Elizabeth Gaskell

Cubism by Guillaume Apollinaire

Dancing with Siva by Sivaya Subramuniyaswami

Dark Journey Deep Grace by Roy Ratcliff

Dear Mr. Henshaw by Beverly Cleary

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

The Dialogue of St Catherine of Siena by St. Catherine

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card

Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett

Evolution by Nowell Stebbing

Expressionism by Ashley Bassie

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods by Hal Johnson

Found in a Bookshop by Stephanie Butland

Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

Freaks on the Fells by R. M. Ballantyne

Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter

Fundamentals of Character Design by Various Authors

A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter

Good Hunting by Theodore Roosevelt

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The History of Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miquel de Cervantes Saavedra

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Humorous Ghost Stories by Various Authors

Illuminated Manuscripts by Tamara Woronowa

The Imitation of Christ by Thomas a Kempis

The Intellectual Life: Its Spirit, Conditions, Methods by Fr. A. G. Sertillanges

The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

The Javelin Program by Derin Edala

Joan Miro by Joan Miro

The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

The Life of St Catherine of Siena by Blessed Raymond of Capua

Light of the Western Stars by Zane Grey

Living by the Sword by Eric Demski

The Longest Cocktail Party by Richard DiLello

Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell

Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis

Middlemarch by George Eliot

My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante

North and South by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

Otis Spofford by Beverly Clearly

Pat of Silver Bush by L. M. Montgomery

Peter and Wendy by J. M. Barrie

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

Return of the Thief by Megan Turner

The Secret of the Rosary by St. Louis de Montfort

The Shining by Stephen King

Show Me God by Fred Heeren

The Silmarillion by J R R Tolkien

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Strange Love by Ann Aguirre

The Story of a Soul by St. Therese of Liseux

The River by Gary Paulsen

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte

Things My Son Needs to Know About the World by Fredrik Backman

Till We Have Faces by C. S. Lewis

The Time Machine by H. G. Wells

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

Villette by Charlotte Bronte

Walking Practice by Dolki Min

We Are Where the Nightmares Go and Other Stories by C. Robert Cargill

The Weiser Field Guide to Cryptozoology by Deena West Budd

The White Mountains by John Christopher

Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayers

Wives and Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell

[mrsfitzgerald]

brussel2 💋🥹

[corinneecrivaine]

KIT TANTHALOS

Hello la famille Willow,

J’ai voulu analyser en profondeur le personnage de Kit.

Elle a vécu dans l’insouciance, ignorant tout du monde extérieur, dans un univers de privilèges mais aussi de fausses vérités et de tromperies.

C’est un personnage submergé par une souffrance intérieure dans la seule façon de l’exprimer et la colère. Tous ceux qu’elle aime la blessent et lui mentent. A commencer par son père dont son départ lui laissera une cicatrice de l’âme et des questions sans réponses.

Sa mère : la 1re à lui mentir déjà sur son passé. Kit ignore qu’elle était du côté de Bavmorda à vouloir tuer Elora avant de tomber amoureuse de Madmartigan et de combattre à ses côtés. Elle la force à un mariage et une vie qu’elle rejette tout en sachant qu’Elora vit dans le palais cachée. Je pense que pour Kit c’est le pire des mensonges qu’elle a eu dans sa vie.

Jade : Est la seule personne pour Kit chez qui elle trouve du réconfort, du soutien. Elle est en quelque sorte sa boussole morale. Elle n’est heureuse que lorsqu’elle passe tous ces moments à s’entraîner aux combats loin de ses obligations royales. Mais Jade la blesse à plusieurs reprises et de façons intentionnelles. La 1re fois c’est au village des Nelwyns lorsque tout le monde s’intéressent à Elora, Jade lui dit « Qu’est ce qui ne va pas quelque chose te dérange ? » avec un petit sourire moqueur. Kit se sent abandonnée au moment où Jade décide de suivre Willow et les autres à la recherche d’Elora. D’où sa décision de partir seule chercher son frère. Il y a aussi ce 1er mensonge de Jade, c’est lorsqu’elle lui dit « Je suis un Sujet de la reine. Elle m’a demandé de suivre Willow. » Sauf que Sorsha ne lui a jamais demandé ceci. Elle lui a demandé de veiller sur Kit. L’action qui la blesse le plus c’est lorsque Kit apprend que tous ses entraînements avec Jade n’étaient que mensonges en la laissant gagner à chaque combat. Arrivée chez les Bone Reavers, lorsque les deux amies découvrent les véritables origines familiales de Jade, Kit à ce moment précis pense qu’elle va la perdre. Je pense que même sans les prunes de vérité, elle lui aurait avoué ses sentiments. C’est aussi lors du discours de Scorpia que Kit apprend la vérité sur Tir Asleen et leurs actions envers les Bone Reavers. La scène où elle s’excuse auprès de Jade est tout un symbole car même si ce geste est fait dans le but de s’excuser d’avoir blessé Jade, c’est en fait, à travers Kit, toute la royauté de Tir Asleen qui s’excuse de ces années de mensonges et de tromperies.

Malgré que Kit soit un personnage impulsif, qui parle et agit sans réfléchir et sans tenir compte des conséquences de ses actes. Par exemple à The Immemorial City dos à dos avec Elora face à Dark Airk, alors qu’Elora essaie d’arranger la situation, elle rétorque « Et si nous refusons. » Elora l’arrête d’un simple regard.

Elle fini toujours par s’excuser, envers Graydon, envers Jade même envers Elora d’une façon détournée. Elle est prête à s’allier avec Elora et laisser de côté ses différends pour sauver son frère.

C’est un personnage loyal envers ceux qu’elle aime et incompris du fait de ses comportements qui pourtant pour elle semblent justes. C’est un personnage qui étouffe, emprisonné dans une vie qu’elle refuse. Lorsque son frère est kidnappé c’est l’occasion toute rêvée pour elle de partir à l’aventure. Je pense qu’elle aurait voulu partir seule avec Jade. Je me demande si Kit ne serait pas HPE sans filtres, laissant ses émotions prendre le dessus. En tout cas, sa colère n’est jamais tournée vers Jade.

I rewatched the series to analyze Kit's character in depth.

She lived a carefree life, unaware of the outside world, in a world of privilege but also of false truths and deception.

She's a character overwhelmed by inner suffering, and the only way to express it is through anger. Everyone she loves hurts her and lies to her. Starting with her father, whose departure leaves her soul scarred and with unanswered questions.

Her mother: the first to lie to her about her past. Kit doesn't know that she was on Bavmorda's side in wanting to kill Elora before falling in love with Madmartigan and fighting by his side. She forces her into a marriage and a life she rejects, knowing that Elora lives in the palace in hiding. I think for Kit it's the worst lie she's ever had in her life.

Jade: Is the only person for Kit in whom she finds comfort and support. She's her moral compass. She's only happy when she's away from her royal duties, training for battle. But Jade hurts her repeatedly and intentionally. The 1st time is in the Nelwyns village, when everyone is interested in Elora, and Jade says to her « You okay ? You just look a bit deranged » Kit feels abandoned when Jade decides to follow Willow and the others in their search for Elora. Hence her decision to set off alone in search of her brother. There's also Jade's 1st lie, when she tells her "I'm a subject of the Queen. She asked me to follow Willow." Except that Sorsha never asked her to do this. She asked her to look after Kit. The action that hurts her the most is when Kit learns that all her training with Jade was a lie, letting her win every fight. When they arrive at the Bone Reavers and discover Jade's true family origins, Kit thinks she's going to lose her. I think that even without the truth plums, she would have confessed her feelings to her. It's also during Scorpia's speech that Kit learns the truth about Tir Asleen and their actions towards the Bone Reavers. The scene in which she apologizes to Jade is quite symbolic, for although this gesture is made in order to apologize for having hurt Jade, it is in fact, through Kit, the entire royalty of Tir Asleen that is apologizing for years of lies and deceit.

Although Kit is an impulsive character, who speaks and acts without thinking or considering the consequences of her actions. For example, in The Immemorial City back to back with Elora against Dark Airk, as Elora tries to work things out, she retorts "And if we don't want to." Elora stops her with a look.

She always ends up apologizing, to Graydon, to Jade, even to Elora in a roundabout way. She's ready to ally herself with Elora and put aside her differences to save her brother. She is a character who is loyal to those she loves and misunderstood for her actions, which to her seem right. She's a suffocating character, imprisoned in a life she refuses to accept. When her brother is kidnapped, it's the perfect opportunity for her to set off on an adventure. I think she would have liked to go alone with Jade. I wonder if Kit wouldn't be HEP without filters, letting her emotions take over. In any case, her anger is never directed at Jade.

[traumacatholic]

Hi, I'm a university student, woman, carmelite, consecrated to Our Lady according to the method of Saint Luis Maria of Montfort. Please, could you pray for me fiding a relationship that is totally align with the chastity principles for lay members, if it is God's will?

I had to lie to someone saying I was taken when I'm not, in order to keep the chastity principle and to avoid this person keeping any hope and keep insisting, but I don't like lying, and I'm a bit afraid of the consequences of this lie. Please, could you pray for me?

(Also, saying the religious reasons could have hurt the person, so it was better to simply say "I already have someone").

May God Bless you ✝❤

I have to admit, that I don't fully know bout the chastity principles for lay members. But I will be praying for you. And I have included some prayers under the read more that you may find useful. Feel free to modify them where you see fit.

A prayer to find a spouse

All-good and merciful Lord, I know that any enduring happiness in my life dependeth upon my wholehearted love for Thee and upon keeping Thy commandments and obeying Thy Holy Will in all things. Wherefore, direct my steps, O God, and fill my heart with Thy Grace. I seek to please Thee alone, for Thou art my Creator and my God. Preserve me from pride and self-love. Let reason, modesty, and chastity adorn me. Deliver me from idleness which is hateful unto Thee and breedeth vice; grant me to be diligent and fruitful in labor, and bless thou my work. Thy law commandeth that husband and wife live in chaste matrimonial union. Wherefore lead me, Holy Father, to this blessed calling not for the satisfaction of the passions but unto the fulfilment of Thy commandment; for Thou hast said that it is not good that man should be alone and, having created woman as his companion, Thou didst bless them to be fruitful and multiply that they may fill the earth. Hear my humble prayer which ascendeth unto thee from the depths of my heart: Grant unto me an honest and pious spouse that, through our love and harmony, we nay together serve and praise Thee, our compassionate God, and do Thy will and bless Thine all-holy name, of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

A prayer of single persons

O Lord, who hast set forth for us an example of perfect purity, strengthen me, I beseech Thee, when temptation doth beset me, and when strong passions seek to overwhelm me, that I may remain constant in virtue and innocent in thought, word, and deed, doing only such things that are well pleasing to Thee. Grant me growth in wisdom and understanding, that I may serve Thee in holiness all the days of my life, through the intercessions of Thine all-immaculate Mother and of all Thy Saints, especially my Patron Saint [name]. Amen.

A prayer for purity

O Master, Lord my God, in whose hands are my lots, help me according to Thy mercy and do not allow me to be destroyed by mine iniquities, nor permit me by my will to follow the desires of my flesh against my spirit. I was fashioned by Thee, do not forsake the works of Thy Hands. Turn not Thy Face away from me, have pity and do not despise me, neither forsake me, O Lord, for I am weak and it is to Thee, my protecting God, that I have fled to for refuge. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for the sake of Thy Mercy, for upon Thee have I cast myself from my very youth. May those who war against me be put to shame, and may those who seek to separate me from Thee through immodest acts, unseemly thoughts and unprofitable recollections be turned back. Chase far from me every impurity, that foul effluence of evil. For Thou alone art holy, Thou alone art mighty, Thou alone art immortal, having unfathomable power against all things, and it is through Thee that every power is given against the devil and his might. For unto Thee are due all glory, honour, and worship, to the Father and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen.

Psalm 50

Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy; and according to the multitude of Thy compassions blot out my transgression. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I know mine iniquity, and my sin is ever before me. Against Thee only have I sinned and done this evil before Thee, that Thou mightest be justified in Thy words, and prevail when Thou art judged. For behold, I was conceived in iniquities, and in sins did my mother bear me. For behold, Thou hast loved truth; the hidden and secret things of Thy wisdom hast Thou made manifest unto me. Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop, and I shall be made clean; Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be made whiter than snow. Thou shalt make me to hear joy and gladness; the bones that be humbled, they shall rejoice. Turn Thy face away from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence, and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation, and with Thy governing Spirit establish me. I shall teach transgressors Thy ways, and the ungodly shall turn back unto Thee. Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, Thou God of my salvation; my tongue shall rejoice in Thy righteousness. O Lord, Thou shalt open my lips, and my mouth shall declare Thy praise. For if Thou hadst desired sacrifice, I had given it; with whole-burnt offerings Thou shalt not be pleased. A sacrifice unto God is a broken spirit; a heart that is broken and humbled God will not despise. Do good, O Lord, in Thy good pleasure unto Sion, and let the walls of Jerusalem be builded. Then shalt Thou be pleased with a sacrifice of righteousness, with oblation and whole-burnt offerings. Then shall they offer bullocks upon Thine altar.

[lunamagicablu]

«Quando Lui Stesso rivela Se Stesso, Brahman porta nella manifestazione Quello che non può mai essere visto. Come il seme è nella pianta, come l’ombra è nell’albero, come il vuoto è nel cielo, come infinite forme sono nel vuoto- così da oltre l’Infinito viene l’Infinito. L’Infinito viene; e dall’Infinito si estende il finito. La creatura è in Brahman, e Brahman è nella creatura: Sono sempre distinti, eppure sempre uniti. Lui Stesso è l’albero, il seme e il germoglio. Lui Stesso è il fiore, il frutto e l’ombra. Lui Stesso è il sole, la luce e quello che viene illuminato. Lui Stesso è Brahman, creatura e Maya. Lui Stesso è il respiro, la parola e il significato. Lui Stesso è il limite e l’illimitato: e, al di là del limitato e dell’illimitato, Lui è, l’Essere Puro. Lui è la Mente Immanente in Brahman e nella creatura. L’Anima Suprema viene vista dentro l’anima, il Punto viene visto dentro l’Anima Suprema, e dentro al Punto, si vede di nuovo il riflesso. Kabir è benedetto perché ha questa suprema visione!» Opera attribuita a Kabir ************************* "When He Himself reveals Himself, Brahman brings into manifestation What can never be seen. As the seed is in the plant, like the shadow is in the tree, like the void is in the sky, as infinite shapes are in the void- thus from beyond Infinity comes Infinity. The Infinite comes; and from the Infinite extends the finite. The creature is in Brahman, and Brahman is in the creature: They are always distinct, yet always united. He Himself is the tree, the seed and the sprout. He Himself is the flower, the fruit and the shadow. He Himself is the sun, the light and that which is illuminated. He Himself is Brahman, creature and Maya. He Himself is the breath, the word and the meaning. He Himself is the limit and the unlimited: and, beyond the limited and the unlimited, He is, the Pure Being. He is the Mind Immanent in Brahman and in the creature. The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul, the Point is seen within the Supreme Soul, and inside the Punto, the reflection is seen again. Kabir is blessed because he has this supreme vision!" Work attributed to Kabir 

[cielbleuazur59]

LA PUISSANCE DE LA PRIÈRE

14 janvier 2025

LA PUISSANCE DE LA PRIÈRE

Tout ce que vous demanderez en mon nom, je le ferai, afin que le Père soit glorifié dans le Fils. (Jean 14:13)

Dieu ne méprisera pas les prières d'un coeur humilié et d'un esprit contrit. Ouvrir nos coeurs à notre divin Père, reconnaître notre entière dépendance de lui, lui exprimer nos besoins, voilà les caractéristiques de la vraie prière. Les anges enregistrent toute prière fervente et sincère. Il vaut mieux renoncer à ses aises plutôt qu'à la communion avec Dieu. Le dénuement le plus complet, les plus grandes privations, avec son approbation, sont préférables aux richesses, aux honneurs, au confort et à l'amitié sans elle. Prenons le temps de prier. Si nous nous laissons absorber par nos intérêts matériels au point de négliger la prière, le Seigneur nous débarrassera peut-être de nos idoles, qu'il s'agisse d'argent, de maisons ou de terres fertiles. La jeunesse ne se laisserait pas séduire par le péché si elle refusait de se rendre là où elle ne peut demander à Dieu de l'accompagner de sa bénédiction. Si les messagers qui portent au monde un dernier et solennel avertissement demandaient l'aide de Dieu, non avec indolence ou indifférence, mais avec la même ferveur et la même foi que Jacob, ils pourraient souvent répéter: « J'ai vu Dieu face à face, et mon âme a été sauvée. » lls seraient des princes aux yeux du Seigneur, parce qu'ils auraient vaincu dans leur lutte avec Dieu et avec les hommes. La prière véritable, faite avec foi, est pour le suppliant une source de puissance. Qu'elle soit prononcée en public, lors du culte de famille ou en secret, la prière met directement l'homme en présence de Dieu. En exerçant la prière d'une manière constante, les jeunes peuvent acquérir des principes si fermes que les plus fortes tentations ne les détourneront pas de leur fidélité envers Dieu. Les plus grandes victoires remportées par l'Église de Jésus-Christ ou par chaque chrétien en particulier [...] sont celles que l'on obtient par la prière solitaire, face à face avec Dieu, grâce à une foi fervente et inflexible qui s'attache, éperdue, à la puissance du Très-Haut.

(Ellen G. White - Avec Dieu chaque jour)

January 14, 2025

THE POWER OF PRAYER

Whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. (John 14:13)

God will not despise the prayers of a humble heart and a contrite spirit. Opening our hearts to our divine Father, acknowledging our entire dependence on him, expressing our needs to him, these are the characteristics of true prayer.

Angels record every earnest and sincere prayer. It is better to give up our comforts than to commune with God. The uttermost destitution, the greatest privations, with his approval, are preferable to riches, honors, comforts, and friendship without it. Let us take time to pray. If we are so absorbed in our material interests that we neglect prayer, the Lord may rid us of our idols, whether they be money, houses, or fertile lands.

The youth would not be seduced by sin if they refused to go where they could not ask God to accompany them with His blessing. If the messengers who bear the world a final and solemn warning would ask God for help, not with indolence or indifference, but with the same fervor and faith as Jacob, they could often repeat, "I have seen God face to face, and my soul is saved." They would be princes in the sight of the Lord, because they had conquered in their struggle with God and with men.

True prayer, offered in faith, is a source of power to the suppliant. Whether offered in public, in family worship, or in secret, prayer brings a man directly into the presence of God. By the constant exercise of prayer, the youth can acquire principles so firm that the strongest temptations will not turn them from their loyalty to God.

The greatest victories won by the Church of Jesus Christ or by any individual Christian…are those gained by solitary prayer, face to face with God, through a fervent, unyielding faith that clings, desperately, to the power of the Most High.

(Ellen G. White - With God Daily)

[christophe76460]

Jour de fête aujourd'hui

Je mets en avant la femme de ma vie

En effet ce n'est pas un jour ordinaire

C'est le jour de son anniversaire

En ce jour particulier

Je voudrais t’honorer

Et te dire avec sincérité

Que je suis fier de vivre à tes côtés

Merci pour la femme que tu es,

Et à Dieu de nous voir fait nous rencontrer

Aujourd'hui mon âme le beni

Car c est lui qui nous a uni

Tes qualités je ne le presente plus

Mais si je mets les lunettes de Jésus

Tu es parfaite à mes yeux

Merci de me rendre si heureux

Je te souhaite une nouvelle fois

Un très bon anniversaire rempli de joie

Que Dieu benisse ta journée

Et qu'il continue toujours à te fortifier

Je prie pour qu'au fil des saisons

Que tu puisses grandir ta relation

Avec ce Dieu vivant que nous servons

Et que ta vie soit une vraie bénédiction

Amen!!

LES LUMIÈRES DE DAVID

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Holiday day today

I put forward the woman of my life

Indeed, it is not an ordinary day

It’s his birthday

On this particular day

I would like to honor you

And to tell you with sincerity

How proud I am to live with you

Thank you for the woman that You are,

God to see us makes us meet

Today my soul is good

For it is he who has united us

Your qualities I do not present anymore

But if I put on the glasses of Jesus

You are perfect in my eyes

Thank you for making me so happy

I wish you again

A very happy birthday filled with joy

May God bless your day

And that he always continues to strengthen you

I pray that as the seasons

That you can grow your relationship

With this living God we serve

And may your life be a true blessing

Amen!!

LES LUMIÈRES DE DAVID

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