#Prayer Intention

[fides-spes-et-amor]

Can y'all pray for me? Nothing serious but I keep fudging up post partum healing. Again.

I'm bad at resting because I do this to some degree after every child.

[authorofemotion]

A high school teacher in my city was just arrested for sex-related crimes with students. Not at my school but I know people who go there—please pray for the victims and the community as a whole.

[auralaesthetics]

Please spare a prayer for my husband's uncle if you can. He's in the process of dying and probably only has another day or so left.

[inhallowedground]

Can you add my brother to your prayers please? He’s feeling distant from Jesus and wants to grow in his faith

[welp-tis-a-pity]

Please pray for my coworker’s son. He fell in their pool today and is at the hospital right now. They tried do CPR when they pulled him out, but it didn’t seem to work and we are not sure he has already passed away. Lots of prayers would be appreciated

[ohmysaint]

Lord, help me recognize when others are struggling and give me the courage to offer my assistance. May my actions reflect Your love today.

[hinamie]

...........slips gege ¥2000

[hexcodewisteria]

She tried to find the right words, but nothing came out. She could only reach out and grab Shisui’s hand. “At least let me offer a prayer.” “A prayer? That’s not like you, Maomao.” “Every once in a while. Every once in a blue moon.” Maomao took the hair stick from her own hair and placed it in Shisui’s collar. “You know that’s not my hair, right?” “If I put it in your hair, you’d just be too pretty.” Shisui’s head was already bristling with hair sticks. These accessories were said to keep away evil spirits, but so many at once seemed apt to attract them instead. “Give it back to me sometime. It was a gift.” “You’re silly. I’m going to sell it.” “That’s fine, then.” This particular hair stick was plain, yet of uncommonly fine make. The one who had given it to her could be especially obstinate, so there was every possibility that just like its original owner, it would somehow manage to find its way back to her. “You’ve got some soot on you.” Maomao held up a mirror from beside the bed. “Oh, you’re right. I look like a tanuki.” Shisui laughed. - (the apothecary diaries, volume 4, chapter 18: feifa)

[twilightarc-gm]

✊ Proud "villainfucker"

Given some recent posts about (gag) morality and antagonist vs. villain --I'd like to reference this good post with my new favorite meme quadrant.

The post seen here also comes with someone's added quadrant which I will now use to full effect to make my stance clear--if it wasn't already.

Images are donghua, but I am basing my assessment off the translated novels.

while i am saying this in a humorous way, I am not joking.

[ynhart]

I have a special prayer request. Today is the anniversary of my mom's death. Can I ask for some prayers?

[writeitinsharpie]

greg house regularly attends college classes on feminist theory, critical race theory, and queer theory in order to hatecrime better

[impmansloot]

reading an article on narcissus and goldmund and thinking "this is way too focused on jungian archetypes and not queer enough. also not batshit crazy enough"

[rat-rosemary]

It had been a habit during Manberg and New Lmanburg. For all his faults, Dream was reliable when Tubbo needed him to show up

So when an emergency appeared, like a sinkhole opening by their crop patches or a sudden flood licking at the floors of the city, Tubbo would set up a spell by his shrine and pray.

It was a simple thing, not much more then a circle of salt and a candle, but Dream would be there in five minutes no matter what. Even after Tubbo called him over a few times to help practice his speeches.

Those times almost feel like a past life now. But still, after Tubbo had talked himself in circles for hours trying to think of a response to Jack's many needless complaints, when it was time to leave a new bowl of fish jerky on the shrine he found himself looking for a candle.

There's something almost embarrassing as he stops in the middle of the hallway, a box of matches already in his hands. Dream had been a comfort, sure, but he was also Dream. Yes, he was the God Tubbo prayed to, whatever, but him being Dream was always more important.

More then that, would he even come? It had been a month since the prison break, and no one had seen even a trace of him.

On the darkest nights, the one where Tubbo would not let Tommy walk out the door, he admitted that he was expecting Dream to abandon them. To sink back in the wild and snap the threads connecting them to him and to leave them fully human as they were born, yet somehow less who they were.

Tubbo sighed, hopping and switching his weight from one hoof to another before finally deciding to say fuck it.

Ranboo was staying in the arctic commune today, and Michael had been asleeo in bed for hours already. When would there be any chance as perfect as this to do something stupid?

He put the plate on the small shrine by the window, placing the candle on the floor in front of it and making a circle of salt around it.

He lit the candle, giving a prayer that was too well done for how much time it had been, and sighed as the candle goes out by itself as he finished the words. Dream probably was not going to-

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Tubbo screamed, his limbs locking in place and barely allowing him to see his front door slammed open, Dream standing there with wide eyes, completly nude except for the fur thrown over his shoulders and dripping water onto his floorboards.

"wha-"

"WHY DID YOU OF ALL PEOPLE CALL ME ARE YOU FUCKING DYING??"

[godlovesdykes]

my sister in law’s unvaccinated baby has covid :((( please pray for her other unvaccinated kids and for my gf’s family who has been exposed a whole bunch

[ohmysaint]

Lord, grant me the grace to trust You completely, like a child trusts their parent. Keep my heart humble and open to Your guidance. 💖