#Reckless Love Of God

[betterlifeinoverall-rethabilep]

Man Of God Noticed

I noticed one Relationship. At the first click of an eye, I saw the spark I have never seen in long time.Nevertheless, the same love changed my overall perspective in all angles. Happily, from craving only the seed to being in need of the whole package.Conqueringly, they were and still are so much in love with each other. Due to so much Social Media, the lady wanted to join one of the Partnership…

[baby-xemnas]

BEPO OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO NOT "SOMEDAY" GIVE HIM A YONKOU STATUS RIGHT NOW

[morrigan-sims]

And I forget sometimes I'm just flesh and bone.

As he stands in the ruined bathroom, all Rook can think is, At least now I can breathe.

[shannonsketches]

[dragons-library]

Iron flame spoilers:

Imagine the absolute horror, terror, Xaden must have felt when he saw violet free falling in the middle of a battle.

[papers-pamphlet]

This is a quote from another ship (gudacas from fgo) but I always imagine Alexander telling John "But you're going to do it anyway, right?" Before he does something reckless. Because he always was reckless and never had much care for his wellbeing. Alexander always tried to talk him out of it.

And then those words echo in John's head before he charges in on those redcoats on the combahee river that day.

[martyrbat]

enough — batman secret files (2018) #1

(ID below cut!)

[ID: A short story titled Enough. It centers around Bruce Wayne being alone at a little cabin out in the middle of some woods on top of a snow-capped mountain. Bruce internally narrates throughout the entire story. The barren cabin is lonesome amongst the pristine, white snow as Bruce enters the cold, muted building. Inside there's several books, oil lamps, a stone fireplace, and candles on basic, open faced wooden furniture – indicating that the house has no electricity. The cabin is one story and has an open floorplan with a single upstairs bedroom, which has only a ladder leading up to the small loft. There's a chest underneath a window and Bruce sits on the old, yellow couch in front of the blazing fireplace.

He thinks to himself, ‘There're rumors that somewhere, in Gotham's most beautiful, snow-topped mountains, a monster is running around. I have a suspicion Man-Bat is behind the strange activity. Mountain climbers losing their camps, ski resorts with missing guests, a strange beast being seen in the dark... Something covered in hair, something remarkably large.’ He takes his parka off and sets down his large duffle bag to slowly unpack it — revealing a thermos and a bow with several large, pointed arrowheads. He pulls out his Batman gear — which includes an insulated suit that's lined with fur, his belt, and a protective face mask that reflects his eyes in the red-tinted visor. He forlornly admits, ‘I can handle large, but what I can't handle… Is how damn lonely it is up here. Alfred says I could use some alone time. Truth is, I'm not such a fan of myself.’

Outside in his costume and cape, Bruce is tracking through the icy woods and the thick, rising snow. He's armed with his bow and arrows as he narrates, ‘To avoid detection by what I assume is probably Man-Bat, I'll try to capture him using only my hunting skills. I admit I'm a little rusty. The arrows I've brought are lethal to some, but they're just enough to incapacitate a beast of his size. It should be enough.. I hope it's enough.’ But the snowstorm rages on, forcing Bruce back inside the cabin since he believes it's not worth the risk of freezing to death if he stays out. He now lays in the upstairs loft's bed. The oil lamps on the wooden bedstand is unlit, causing the bright snow through the window to be the only thing that casts any light in the dark room. It reveals a framed photo of a picturesque landscape hanging over Bruce's head on the wall. In it, there's a peaceful lake and tall, luxuriant green trees.

Bruce solemnly stares up at the ceiling and thinks, ‘I find myself focusing closely on all the sounds of the forest, trying to learn the rhythm.’ The snow whirls on… A branch cracks… The cabin itself creaks and groans — causing Bruce to sit upright with a jolt! He squints out the window in an futile attempt to actually see something out there. He cerebrates, ‘Three nights and only the sounds of falling snow and branches. I've tracked nothing larger than a doe, there's been no news of an attack or sighting, maybe he's left the mountains… or maybe he's just hiding.’ Bruce lays back down, this time with his back to the window. He keeps an eye open — waiting and nearly hoping for any sign of life other than his own in the desolate, icy land.

We're shown Bruce outside again as he fights against the harsh wind to get back inside the cabin after another unsuccessful search for Man-Bat. He rubs his face tiredly while hunched over a small oil lamp as the stovetop coffee brews. He reflects, ‘Six nights alone, darkness lasts longer than the day and again the storm pushes me back indoors. This is beginning to feel useless. I'm really quite over myself. Maybe I'll call Alfred and ask him to—’ But his self-deprecation is cut short by a sudden thump! Then another loud crack! Again and again, coming closer and closer to him!

Bruce sets down the coffee as his mind rapid fires the possibilities of the quickly approaching, potentially dangerous loud noises! ‘Is it the branches in the wind? Or is it something else? Am I paranoid? I can't visualize what I'm hearing. There's no time to think about the cold now, I'm all alone up here. That sounds remarkably large.’ Bruce arms himself with his bow and arrow and hesitates outside the door as his paranoia continues, ‘I hope this is enough. A hunter knows its prey, but I'm realizing I have no idea what's on the other side of this door. Does it understand I'm on the other side? I am alone out here. No time to think.’ He flings the door open!

Geared in only his suit with no gloves or headgear, Bruce aims his bow blindly as he stands outside in the merciless elements. He tensely waits in the dark, thinking to the unseen threat, ‘I don't see you, but can you see me?’ There's another loud thump and crack. With one last hope that it's enough to tranquilize the potential attacker, Bruce fires the weapon.

The sharp arrow proves itself to be lethal as it pierces his unfortunate target. The threat — merely a lonesome, defenseless deer — falls dead in front of the horrified man. Bruce rushes forth and remorsefully buries the animal with the snow. He walks back to the cabin with the repeated, dejected confession: ‘Truth is, I'm not such a fan of myself.’

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[twpsyn-who]

Reverse AU with Jean & Marco in place of Hange & Moblit 🙇🏻. And Jean complains a lot and always looks grumpy, but he's always there for the new recruits in his own way <3. Meanwhile Marco is just vibing, looking at his friend all proud and fond and and-

Jean at least ONCE per day mentions that he's been in top 10 in his class and on his way to join the Military Police and no one believes him because he always sounds bitter about not joining MP and why wouldn't he join if he could? Until one day the recruits ask Marco and he confirms it as true. Is a shock for everyone.

"Why not join the Military Police then?" one of them ask and Marco doesn't rush to answer. A low hum follows the question, his gaze going towards the sky- it has been so long since they graduated, yet Marco always felt like it just happened yesterday.

"Is a loaded question. One that I won't be able to answer fully" he starts off with, a contemplating look on his face, "Jean is a good leader and a good person. Maybe Survey Corps isn't the place he wants to be, but is where he's needed the most. Is where he can make a change and he knows that"

[guppiepup]

that stupid and perfect and kind guy i met on this account is dead. im so fucking heartbroken. please, followers, drive safely, watch out for drunk drivers. those who drink and drive? get help. your careless luck runs out. you will crash one day, and you may just take someones life, if not your own.

[oleandereye]

happy birthday to reckless battery burns... 5 days ago

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey! I can't remember if you ever found out what the red flower vines on Frank's house could be, but I think I found a candidate! It's called the Red Mandevilla Vine and their meaning is interesting

OHHH THAT'S THE BITCH!!! that's gotta be the bitch!!! i'm stuck between that one and the red trumpet vine, but i think you probably Got It. hopefully... god i'm gonna be chewing on this all night aren't i

if anyone is curious, this ask is referencing This Post i made about neighborhood observations / flower symbolism

[deermook]

House is bpd coded i will not be elaborating v

[nothinggold13]

I know I said this in my tags on the poll but I just CAN’T get behind “sloppy wet,” like, it is a VISCERAL disgust. Someone’s there going “it’s not sexual!” and guess what!! I never thought it was!! Someone else is going “it’s like a little slobbery baby kiss!!” and guess what!! I love babies and small children and I make them my entire life, but I still think their slobbery kisses are gross!! And I don’t want heaven meeting earth to feel gross!! And I don’t want God’s love to feel gross!! And I don’t think the original context of the song changes the way that line feels!!

Like, if it doesn’t make YOU feel that way, that’s great for you!! But I think creating alternative lyrics when playing the song in worship is SO valid, because it DOES feel icky to a lot of people!! The original lyrics are important in the context of what John was writing, and why he was writing it, and, again, as I said in my tags, I’m sure he had a meaningful reason for writing it that way, even if I don’t understand what was going through his mind for that particular word choice. It just doesn’t mean I have to sing it that way. He’s an evocative writer and of the two songs of his I know, his lyrics make me feel so many things!! Unfortunately in this case that feeling is “ew ew ew ew get off of me ew” which I fully trust was not his intention but also fully does ruin my experience with the song.

Is “unforeseen” the BEST alternative? Maybe not! But it is the version I learned many years ago at camp, and I think it is a beautiful word that is more pleasantly evocative than “sloppy wet,” so that is what I will sing. (I understand that some people get bad connotations from that word, too; in this case, I’m the one who does not see it in a bad way at all. Some people see unforeseen as non-consensual, but for me it’s the cinematic first kiss scene: something you’ve been waiting for, and yearning for, but haven’t known when the moment would finally come! In my mind, it’s a deeply shared “at last” experience! Which, to me, fits the line of the song much better! But because everyone does NOT feel that way, I understand why they might want other alternatives, too!)

Anyway, you can yell about “sloppy wet” being meaningful in the original context until you’re red in the face, but you also have to accept that that might not change the “ew ew ew” reaction that that image causes in some people!!

Good music has a tendency to grow bigger than the original artist. People will change pieces of a song to make it more reflective of their own experience. That’s not cowardly. That’s an act of love.

[gae-ta]

i know it's an unpopular ship but i still think Sakura should've had an arc and ended up with Rock Lee instead

[campingwiththecharmings]

I was just thinking about the fact that poe would be so conflicted if you broke up with him. he'd be torn between respecting your decision and fighting and begging to get you back :(

omg yes, 100%. like, he obviously wants you to be happy and wants what's best for you but he also just wants you 🥺😭

[designernishiki]

yakuza 5 kiryu is the gayest iteration of kiryu. also by far the angriest. this makes yakuza 5 kiryu extremely enjoyable