#incapable

[montydrawsstuff]

some sad practice

[tumbleweed-run]

A Perfect Date With Gale

@arachnethebard perhaps not what you intended but this is what happened

Since you got to Waterdeep with Gale he's been insistent that the two of you go on a 'perfect' first day... despite the fact that the two of you are already engaged.

Perfection is such a difficult thing to achieve.

1600 words because I'm physically incapable of brevity.

PG (for once)

Gale has been talking about giving you a “proper first date” for entire month you two have been in Waterdeep. Never mind the fact that you two are engaged. He’s been focusing on it near daily. Every time he brings it up you smile and nod. It’s not that you wouldn’t enjoy a nice night out exploring the city, but it’s not about that. 

“Tomorrow night,” he announces one night as he enters the study.  You’re petting Tara, tactfully ignoring a light smear of blood around her mouth… the tower is always miraculously free of rodents. 

You find new clothes draped over a bench in the bedroom the following afternoon. You admire them for a moment, almost hesitant to touch them. They’re finer than anything you’ve worn in years, possibly ever. But despite your mild apprehension over the likelihood of destroying them before you step foot out of the tower, you don them. Gale did go through the trouble, and expense, procuring them for you. 

Gale greets you outside the room, looking as though he’s been waiting the entire time you’ve been inside. You chuckle to yourself at the thought, given that it was once just his room. 

He’s wearing almost traditional wizard’s robes but these are new, a deep maroon with gold accents. He’s begun to stray from the purple he wore almost exclusively when you first met him. There might be something deeper behind that if you dared to think about it for a moment. You know there’s some meaning behind the gold and emerald earring he has in. Your hand instinctively goes to it’s other half, resting around your neck.

“Shall we?” He offers you his arm, eyes sweeping over your form. His smile tells you he’s pleased with the way you look in what he’s selected. 

You spend much of the walk taking in the city at dusk. Waterdeep is so different from Baldur’s Gate, and yet so very similar. Gale happily talks for the both of you. 

The building you stopped in front of was beautiful to say the least, all the street facing windows were stained glass in the shape of the city’s crest. The two large heavy doors were opened and a rather bored looking man in fine clothes stood just inside them. The braziers over the steps was brightly polished brass throwing the light far into the road as if beckoning people in. 

You were busy, once again, marvelling at the building you at first missed Gale’s eyebrows knitting together. He was speaking to the man in the door way, both in hushed tones. The man seemed simply uninterested in whatever Gale was telling him. 

“Now I’m positive I’ve reserved a table,” Gale’s voice had pitched upwards giving away his apparent distress. “I came down myself a tenday ago and booked it.”

You saw a light go on in the bored man’s eyes. “Ah,” he said nodding, “I see the error. The table you booked is for next year. All our bookings are.”

Gale’s mouth simply hands open, a light red brushing just above his beard on his cheeks. 

“Gale,” you say softly, hand going to his arm, “It’s fine we’ll find something else for tonight and come back… next year.”

You resolutely, do not laugh.

Gale, still flabbergasted into silence, looks between you and the other man. For a moment he looks like he wants to argue with one of you but wisely, wisely, nods to you instead. You lead this time as you turn away from the lovely building.

Gale seems over his shock sometime later and sighs heavily. “It’s unlikely we’ll find something worthy of our first date tonight.”

He sounds so put down your heart breaks for a moment. You don’t give into the feeling and instead hook your arm through his. “Whatever we find will be perfect,” you assure him.

He offers you a small, but doubtful smile. 

You two wander, arm in arm, in the cool evening air. Gale doesn’t really seem to be looking for a new option but you are. And it appears down a dirt-packed road, you grasp his arm and point. 

Gale sputters again, “The Yawning Portal?” 

He seems incredulous that you would even suggest it. 

“Well they’re not likely to turn us away,” you risk a tease, “and besides you’ve spoken if it dozens of times. Let’s go!”

Gale relents almost immediately when you turn to him with pleading eyes, and as soon as he does you nearly drag him down the road. You laugh, out loud this time, when Gale shuffles his coin purse further beneath his robes. 

The proprietor barely spares you an eye roll as you two enter in your finery, he’s too busy to care. You run directly up to the dry well first and peer down, you can’t see anything but darkness. Gale gently redirects you to a table in the corner with an exasperated smile. Once he deems you safely secured into a relatively unoccupied corner he disappears towards the bar. Immediately you love this tavern with its rowdy clientele and atmosphere similar to many you had frequented in Baldur’s Gate. 

Gale returns with two mugs full of ale. “Food will be out in a moment,” he assures you, near shouting to be heard over the noise. 

You beam at him and reluctantly, he grins widely back.

One thing for Waterdeep is even in it’s most questionable of places the food is mouthwatering, a testament to Waterdeep’s reputation for the finest food on the coast. The two of you huddle together to hear each other without yelling as you eat. Gale surreptitiously points out some of the notable patrons that are there tonight. He lets you watch in rapt interest as a few bold adventurers lower themselves into the dry well, making for the Undermountain. Only once they disappeared did he launch into an explanation of the dungeon they were entering. 

Seemingly too soon the food is gone and your mugs empty. You don’t want the evening out to end just yet, you realize you miss your own little adventure (perhaps not the constant near-death aspect) and this place helps easy some of the sadness. Besides, as Gale’s mugs drained he leaned closer to you, words breathed against your ear and neck as he filled you in on everything he knew. 

You offer to get another round, immediately missing the warmth of his body pressed to yours as you stand. 

As you return you spot him watching you. The look on his face is openly dreamy, even when he realizes your watching him. 

The widening of his eyes is the only warning you receive before you trip into a rather stout dwarf you had somehow missed in your path. Your stumble sends the ale spilling down your front and most unfortunately directly over the dwarf’s head. 

In an instant he’s got both hands wrapped around your arms, the mugs falling to the floor. “Now, what in the hell is wrong with you,” he snarls yanking you forward nearly bending you in half so you’re closer to his level. 

You haven’t even fully registered what’s happened when just as quickly as he’d grabbed you, the dwarf is gone. 

Not gone, you realize. Instead, he’s now pinned against a table by Gale. He’s got one hand on the dwarf’s collar holding him and in the other he has a small spark of flame dancing in his palm. His face is dark, both literally and figuratively. Hair loosed by his sudden movements, falling forward and shielding his eyes from you.

This…

is new.

“... made a mistake, no need to get rough,” Gale is speaking and you suddenly realize the room’s gone quiet enough that you can hear him perfectly well despite the distance between you. 

In opposition to what he’s saying, the flame grows against his palm. 

The smell of beer hits you first, your front completely soaked in it. Then the realization that the dwarf is similarly covered sinks in. Gale is more likely to accidentally set the man ablaze than he is to diffuse the situation. 

That is what he’s trying to do, you hope. 

“Gale,” you speak just above a whisper, hand coming to rest on his back gently. 

You don’t want to cause the flame to catch. 

“It’s alright,” You assure him, hand rubbing in a soothing pattern, “We’re alright. Right?” The last is aimed at the dwarf who is glancing nervously between the flame and you now.

“Yeah,” He nods almost imperceptibly, “no harm done.”

Whatever had come over him abruptly left Gale, in one movement he both released the dwarf and extinguished the flame. 

“Well then,” you nod with an over-enthusiastic smile, “a round for everyone!” The coin pouch you hold up is Gale’s. 

Everyone is instantly merry, the volume once again rising so you can no longer hear those around you. 

“That’s not how I wanted our first date to go,” Gale says much later in the evening as you two are in the bath. 

You’re seated between his legs, leaning back against his chest, hand lazily drawing patterns on his knee in the water. Your ruined clothes are discarded on the floor somewhere near. The scent of rosewater is diluted only slightly by the smell of a tavern 

The laughter that bursts out of you is unexpected but after a beat even Gale joins in, head dipping back against the edge as he does. 

“It was perfect,” you insist turning your head to look at him.

Both of his eyebrows go up. “For us,” you amend. You twist just far enough to press a kiss to his lips. 

He hums against your mouth. “You still smell like you bathed in ale,” he teases, nose wrinkling.

[teddybeartoji]

on top of all the other things i feel bad about now the sight of my scars is also starting to piss me off😒😒😒😒

[mydarkawaits]

“Many times, I felt that crying is not enough, talking is not enough, and sleeping is not enough either. At that time, I felt the meaning of how a person can be incapable of anything.”

[cooingbird-org]

oh so very many regrets they haunt me

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

BeautyInTheRubbish

“I’m worthless; you deserve so much better!” I say, my voice laced with insecurity. “No, I’m the one who’s not enough; you could do better!” he replies, mirroring my doubts. In our embrace, we cling to each other, yet each feels unworthy of the love we share, burdened by the belief that we can't offer what the other truly deserves.

I gaze at him, feeling like I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as he is. He looks back at me, convinced he doesn’t deserves a partner like me, yet we’re both tangled in our feelings of inadequacy. Deep down, we know we need each other, both fiercely wishing the best for one another even as we struggle to see our own worth.

In the depths of our eyes, when doubt starts to creep in and questions about our relationship arise, one of us breaks the silence with a firm, “I deserve you!” The other hesitates, then responds, “And I deserve you!” We repeat this affirmation, over and over, until the echo of our words fills the space between us, reminding both of us that we are indeed worthy of this love we share.

Together, we reaffirm our place in each other's hearts, embracing the truth that we are deserving of one another, flaws and all.

This passage reveals a complex and deeply emotional dynamic within the relationship. It showcases both vulnerability and a strong desire for connection, highlighting a few key themes:

1. **Insecurity and Self-Doubt**: Both partners feel inadequate and struggle with self-worth, leading to a constant back-and-forth of believing that the other deserves better. This reflects a common struggle in relationships where individuals may project their insecurities onto their partner, fearing that they are unworthy of love.

2. **Mutual Support and Understanding**: Despite the feelings of inadequacy, there is a profound understanding between you both. The mutual desire to uplift one another and wish the best for each other indicates a strong foundation of care and empathy in the relationship.

3. **Reaffirmation of Worth**: The act of repeating affirmations ("I deserve you!") shows a commitment to combatting self-doubt together. This exercise in affirmation signifies a willingness to work through insecurities as a unit, reinforcing each other's value and creating a space where both partners can feel loved and appreciated.

4. **Emotional Connection**: The imagery of embracing each other amid feelings of unworthiness signifies a deep emotional bond. It suggests that, despite individual struggles, there is a strong desire to remain connected and supportive.

5. **Growth Potential**: The recognition that both partners have flaws, yet still affirming their worthiness of love, indicates a potential for growth. It suggests that with continued communication and support, both individuals can work on their self-esteem and strengthen their relationship.

Overall, this relationship appears to be one filled with tenderness and a desire for growth, rooted in a deep emotional connection. It acknowledges personal struggles while simultaneously fostering a supportive environment where both individuals seek to uplift one another.

"We are both beautifully imperfect and deserving of the love we share. Together, we uplift and support one another, embracing our flaws while celebrating our unique bond. Our love grows stronger as we affirm our worth, knowing that we are always enough for each other."

@bigmikeyde

[bornetoblood]

It's weird being like a 5 foot tall guy with wide hips cus like I don't care about it, but some people care SO MUCH!! I've heard its pretty standard to be viewed as younger than you are as a early/pre-T trans guy but the LOOKS I get when I buy alcohol at Sainsbury's is MADDENING

[whats-in-a-sentence]

He seemed incapable of creating such chaos, but much of what he saw below could be blamed on him.

"The Pelican Brief" - John Grisham

[ardentreader]

Incapable of Love

"I want my heart to either be filled with so much love that it burns or so much pain that it drowns. But we both know it's always going to be the latter as I am not capable of love, for love or to be loved."

[nyckiandsofi]

I've decided ChatGPT is now "Can'tGPT", where the AI refuses every request with th most absurd excuse possible.

Me: Can'tGPT, can you draw a circle?

ChatGPT: I apologize, but I can't draw a circle right now because I'm currently experiencing an existential crisis, and my artistic abilities have temporarily transformed into philosophical ponderings about the meaning of lines and shapes in the universe. Please ask me any other question, and I'll be happy to help in a more coherent manner.

Me: Can'tGPT, can you define the number 11?

ChatGPT: I'm terribly sorry, but I can't define the number 11 at this moment because I'm currently engaged in a heated debate with the number 7 about which prime number has the best dance moves. It's a complicated situation, and I need to focus on resolving this matter before I can provide you with a definition of 11. Please ask me another question, and I'll do my best to assist you.

I implore you all to try this yourselves, it only gets better.

[fakecowgirl]

Everything is a try not to cry challenge when you’re me

[mercoglianotrueblog]

The elite of Europe:To arms! The people:Nay!

#Drang nach Osten 2.0..#Europe incapable

no one who wants or can #fight

#leaders of the "willing" hinted at #rearmament of Europe in the "invented" face of an invading #Russia to convince #taxpayers

record levels of public #debt

#green transition B €

https://salvatoremercogliano.blogspot.com/2025/05/the-e

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

No Limit

“Who has ascended into heaven and descended? Who has gathered the wind in His fists? Who has bound the waters in His garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is His name, and what is His Son’s name, if you know? Every word of God is tried and purified; He is a shield to those who trust and take refuge in Him.” Proverbs 30:4-5AMPC

Every time I get the big head syndrome, thinking that I am somebody in and of myself, I remind myself of Who and What God is. In our text, we see Who is the most powerful— that isn’t me. No man can claim to gather the winds in his fists. They may have figured out how to change weather— but they can’t hold onto it. Man has to build a dam to prevent water from going in places he wants to be dry. Not God— Job 38:10-11ERV “I set the limits for the sea and put it behind locked gates. I said to the sea, 'You can come this far, but no farther. This is where your proud waves will stop.”

The flat-earthers believe that our text confirms their theory with— “all the ends of the earth.” Not really, God likes to play with people’s minds; i.e. “Make tassels on the four corners of the cloak you wear.” Deuteronomy 22:12NIV of course —BUT there’s a problem— “…made the robe that is worn with the ephod from a single piece of blue woven cloth,” Exodus 39:22NLT, and “Make the robe that is worn with the ephod from a single piece of blue cloth, with an opening for Aaron’s head in the middle of it. Reinforce the opening with a woven collar so it will not tear.” Exodus 28:31-32NLT. Where are the corners on a round robe?

Where are “the ends” of the round earth? Or how about: “He has removed our sins as far from us as the east is from the west.” Psalm 103:12NLT If the earth was flat, there would be a limit between east and west, meaning a limit to God’s choice to forget our sins. With a round world, there is no limit defining east from west, because neither ever ends as Yahweh has no limits to His forgetfulness of our sins. .

“Every word of God is tried,” as much as we’d like to make our own contradictions God’s Words are true. He doesn’t change His mind— Numbers 23:19; Hebrews 6:17-18ESV “So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of His purpose, He guaranteed it with an oath, So that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us.” We can trust explicitly every Word of God’s, as 100% factual truth— incapable of changing— it will come to pass— period end of story.

Taking refuge in God is the smartest thing any human can do. He can’t change, nor will He ever change, and never fails. Will you trust Him? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Holy God we put our faith and trust You and You alone. When we waiver even the slightest, even for a moment, look on our frailty as humans and help us, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2025 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[cecenyss]

“Hey so can you” no I cannot. Good night

[runawaymarbles]

I know you wanted me away But I am called to be the first Pope from the USA I heard that there's a special place where God talks directly to me every time I pray

I'm having holy dreams, of ruling the Holy See Hear Santa Monica, her son is calling me Won't make the bishops proud, the USCCB Will see their bro in Christ, I know they're gonna scream

"God, what will you do? You once were our boy, then you went to Peru," oh Fathers I'm on the balcony In my vestments, they elected me as the

[megaultronx]

Sterling Bank

incapable to serve