#but i am a giver

[lunarheslwt]

I am begging for the demon/angel fic or else 😈🍅 I know you said maybe but I'm looking for a yes

IF I GET MORE IDEAS AND THE AU IDEA WON'T LEAVE MY HEAD I'LL WRITE IT SAVE YOUR BLOODY TOMATOES 😤😤😤😤😤

[kijeu]

the 🥟 is 🥟-ing ♡

[queenlucythevaliant]

Just to clarify my thoughts (since I've had a number of people ask me about it) re: Job and cursing God. There's a big difference between cursing God as used in Scripture and how we generally would think of cursing at God today.

Cursing someone, in the Bible, has a lot of depth to it. It's not just saying "screw you " in anger, it's got a sense of forsakenness to it. It's the opposite of a blessing, a removal of blessing. If the blessing is presence, your face shining on the person you're blessing, then a curse is absence. In some translations, Job's wife tells him to "renounce God and die," which I honestly think makes a lot more sense to modern ears.

Job says a lot of unpleasant things to and about God in his anger and grief. So do the Psalmists. A number of the Prophets. So can we. God can take it if we come to him with honest expressions of our emotion, including those not-so-nice ones directed at him. I don't think there's anything wrong with getting mad at God and saying, "How dare you, you bastard" when you suffer unjustly. You can say much worse, I think, without sinning, though I don't feel particularly inclined to give examples. But as long as it's an honest expression of your heart, I think you're doing exactly what prayer is for. You're presenting him your heart with an open hand. He can use that. Opposite of love is not hate but indifference, etc.

Job doesn't renounce God. Neither should we. But I think when you're truly suffering, you're gonna have those feelings toward God either way. He'd rather you address them with him directly than try to avoid them. Cursing at God in the modern sense is actually a great way to keep the relationship strong and not end up cursing/renouncing him in the Biblical sense.

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 22

Description: A bunch of chaotic things happen to Miguel while he's just trying to have a normal day at work. TW: Gabi's school is attacked, but no children or innocents are harmed! Pt 23

“O’Hara, you gotta see this, you’re a fan of Spiderman right?” Jack, one of the geneticists, calls Miguel over, his phone turned sideways in his hand.

“I wouldn’t say a fan…more like an appreciative citizen.” Miguel says, sliding into the chair beside Jack.

He likes Jack, he’s a good man and a dedicated employee. He’s also the only one besides Monica he’ll seek out when he doesn’t want to eat lunch alone.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Check this out.”

It’s an…edited video of him, titled “Coolest Spiderman Saves.”

“What is this?” He asks, squinting at the video as it begins again.

Jack gives him a disbelieving look. “You don’t know what an edit is? Dude, you’re not that old.”

“Watch it.” Miguel warns halfheartedly.

“Yeah, Miguel’s real sensitive about his age, it happens to the elderly, ya know?” Monica teases, as she breezes by on her way to the fridge.

“Aren’t we the same age?” Miguel shoots back.

“Aren’t we the same age.” She mocks, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

“Real mature, Mon.” He drawls, rolling his eyes and standing, intending to go back to his office.

“Wait, Miguel, the boss wants to talk to you.” Monica says, her mocking tone gone, replaced by slight hesitance.

Tyler Stone is different in this universe. He’s less…everything. He looks up when Miguel enters and beckons for him to take a seat. “So—Miguel, thanks for coming.”

“Monica said you wanted to speak with me, sir?” Miguel keeps things professional with him, even though it’s painfully clear this universe’s Tyler Stone has begun to long for a more familial relationship.

“You don’t have to call me—yes, I wanted to speak with you about your plus one for the gala. Mon said you weren’t bringing anyone.”

Miguel blinks, thoroughly caught off-guard. Was this really what Stone called him in for?

“That was before.”

“Before?”

“Before I asked Y/N Y/L/N, to accompany me.”

“And who is this y/n?” Stone asks, as if he couldn’t find out with a simple search.

“She’s a friend.” Miguel says, his fangs itching to break through the gums and tear Stone’s throat out for even daring to ask about you. You’re his, no one needs to know anything more than that.

“A friend.” Stone repeats, his blond eyebrows furrowed.

“Mr. Stone, is this the only reason you asked me to come in here? Because my team needs me back in the lab.” Miguel’s already standing, halfway to the door.

“That’s it, thanks, Miguel.” Stone says, half professional, half almost mournful…?

He shakes it off and heads back to his office. Stone had plenty of time to be a father, especially in this universe. It wasn’t on him to fix Stone’s mistakes.

Miguel settles into his desk chair and shakes his mouse, waking his computer. Spreadsheets, lab reports, expense reports, and DNA analyses, that’s what he needs to focus on.

He gets about halfway through his to-do list when Lyla pops up in his peripheral vision.

“Miguel, you need to see this.” She flicks her fingers and a holographic newsreel plays before his eyes.

“Reports are saying that the target of the attack was Steve Rodger’s Elementary School.” A newswoman says, her tone even, her expression neutral but not uncaring.

Miguel feels his stomach lurch, and he pushes back from his desk, his chair clattering to the floor as he moves in a hurry, sprinting down the hall, ignoring concerned questions from his coworkers.

“Lyla, tell me what’s going on.” He says, his breathing erratic as he frantically swings through the city, his mind replaying the moment he lost Gabriella over and over again.

“No reports of any dead or injured, the hostile is a disgruntled employee of the school board, his kids go to the school, I doubt he’ll make any rash decisions.” Lyla says calmly, scanning through news segments and police reports.

He can’t lose her, not again. He can’t lose you either, not when he’s just found you.

The school is in sight when he hears glass shattering and metal creaking.

He scans the outpouring of students and teachers streaming out the doors of the school. He doesn’t see you or Gabi.

“Lyla.” He says, voice strained, his hands shaking as he lands.

“School board guy apparently has superpowers? Yeah, okay, Donald Wilkerson, did some weird experimenting after his wife left him, looks like he’s got metal manipulation?”

“Tap into y/n’s necklace, where are they?” He orders, pushing through the crowd and into the school.

“Shit, they’re trapped in the nurse’s office.” Lyla throws up a map, but he knows the way, he’s studied the layout of Gabi’s school extensively.

Around him is chaos, the building is creaking, windows are shattered, books left scattered, desks and chairs overturned. He makes it to the nurse’s office, only to see it break away from the school and begin to rise up into the air.

Miguel can hear Gabi crying and your frantic attempts to calm her. He webs himself up, claws digging into the wooden door before he rips it off, not even watching as it spirals to the ground.

“Back away, Spiderman, she’s mine.” Donald yells from the flying piece of metal he’s standing on.

He’s going to rip that jackass apart. “There’s a child in there.”

“Not mine.” Donald sneers, raising his hand and slicing it through the air in Miguel’s direction.

Miguel flings himself inside, the chunk of metal whizzing through the space he previously occupied.

“Did I forget to mention his ex-wife is the nurse?” Lyla asks, her lips pressed together tightly.

“Yeah, you did.” He snaps, scanning the room for you and Gabi.

You’re tucked into a corner, Gabi’s face hidden in your neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around her, shielding her from the rapid winds whipping through the door and broken windows. There’s glass all over the floor and the beds are overturned. The nurse cowers beside you and Gabi, her hand in one of yours, the other gripping the safety bar attached to the wall. It’s an attempt to keep the three of you from falling as the room shakes and dips from Donald’s superpowered tantrum.

Even terrified both you and her are trying to protect his daughter, his heart swells for a moment.

“Y/N, y/n, we’re saved.” She says, shaking your hand slightly.

You look up, and your eyes meet Miguel’s.

It’s as if someone drove a spike through his heart. Your face is tear stained, your eyes wide with fear, your body trembling as you hug Gabi tightly.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, Spiderman is here to save us.” Your voice is shaking, but you try to run a comforting hand down Gabi’s back.

Gabi lifts her head, and the stake is driven further in. She’s utterly terrified.

“Te tengo mija, todo está bien.” He calls to her over the roaring winds. Trsl: I got you daughter, everything is good/okay.

Gabi nods at him, her bottom lip trembling as she tries to stop her tears.

“Victoria, baby, please, I’m sorry.” Donald says, floating to the empty doorway.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? What the hell kind of apology is this, Donald?” Victoria shouts, rising to her feet, still holding onto the safety bar and you.

“I just wanted to show you that I’m strong now, like you wanted.” Donald explains, desperation clear in his tone.

“I wanted to strengthen our marriage, not for you to get dangerous superpowers.” Victoria retorts, her face a portrait of frustration and disbelief. She releases the safety bar, and your hand, as she steps forward.

Miguel takes the opportunity to lunge, tackling Donald to the floor and raking his claws down his chest, one hand around his throat. “You’re a fucking coward, attacking a school because you couldn’t be enough of a man and try to fix your marriage? You’re pathetic.” He growls, tightening his grip on Donald.

Donald sputters in response, then his eyes begin to flutter shut and everything begins to fall.

Gabi screams, you scream, Victoria screams and Miguel releases Donald, then grabs Victoria using a web to sling her safely to the ground.

When he turns back to get you and Gabi, he feels something grab his ankle.

Donald is hanging on by a thread, using the last bit of his strength to attempt to drag Miguel away.

Miguel kicks him off hard, the sound of bones cracking as Donald’s grip fails.

Everything feels too fast and too slow. The building is falling, fast, fast, fast, and his steps are slow, slow, slow. After what feels like a lifetime, he grabs you and Gabi slinging a web, yanking the three of you out of the building and onto a nearby balcony.

You collapse onto the ground, hyperventilating, and Gabi is sobbing, clinging to him, so tight he’s afraid she might accidentally choke him.

He kneels down, one hand on Gabi’s back, the other gently raising your head. “It’s over, y/n, you’re safe.”

You fling yourself at him, sobbing into his shoulder, shallow, frantic breaths a harsh symphony alongside Gabi’s own sobs.

“It’s alright, you’re safe, both of you. I’m here, I’ll always protect you, it’s over now.” He soothes, pressing a kiss to the crown of Gabi’s head, then yours.

“I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do, Miguel, I—I thought we were going to di—”

“No, never. I’ll always find you; I’ll always save you, both of you. You’re my girls, nothing is more precious than you two.” His voice is firm but gentle, even though he’s trembling too.

“Papá, I couldn’t do anything, my powers didn’t work.” Gabi sobs.

The three of you have been testing Gabi’s powers for a few weeks now, in between you and Miguel going on secret dates. She’s come a long way, and he’s proud of the progress she’s making, but he never wanted her to think she had to handle a supervillain on her own. Not now, she’s still a baby, his baby.

His heart is shattered, and he holds her tighter. “Oh mija, that’s okay, this was an adult mess not a kid mess, this wasn’t for you to handle.”

He didn’t lose her, she’s right here, his daughter is safe.

Your breathing finally begins to calm, but you keep your head buried in Miguel’s shoulder, your grip on him bone-crushingly tight, but he doesn’t mind.

“You kept her safe for me y/n, thank you.” He whispers.

You pull back slowly, wiping the tears from your face. “Miguel…I didn’t do anything, you saved us, you kept us safe.”

“You kept her safe y/n, you kept her as calm as possible for the situation. You did the best you could, and I’m proud of you.”

You beam at him, a watery, shaky smile, but a smile, nonetheless. “Thank you.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either of you.” He admits scanning the area before his mask disappears.

“I…I can’t imagine my life without you two, I know it sounds crazy but, I just can’t.” You breathe, your eyes locked on his, searching them for something.

“Marry me.” He says. It’s spontaneous, ridiculous, completely inappropriate, and you’re probably going to think he’s insane but—

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll marry you.” You say, flinging your arms around his neck and crashing your lips to his.

He’s ecstatic, especially when Gabi begins to cheer, her tears instantly drying up.

“Yay! New mom! Ms. Y/N is my mom!” She cheers, wriggling between you and him.

He opens his arms wider and crushes you both to his chest. “I love you, both of you, more than—”

“Boss, hi, sorry, umm your ex-wife is at your apartment.” Lyla chimes in, a sour look on her face.

“¡Ay coño!” Trsl: Oh fuck

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[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

Remembering that time I made a Wesker worship candle as a Christmas gift for my friend last year, good times good times

They're a Wesker enjoyer so yknow. Figured why not.

I am deeply inspired to make Luis and Ada ones for myself.

[annemarieyeretzian]

fresh cut grass’ stress being so high, the fuel pumping through his core having reached a level it’s never reached before, and it is so intense that for the first time, fresh cut grass realizes that they are alive,,, not alive because he was woken up by devexian or made my dancer or given purpose by the changebringer,,, but because his friends made him alive, because he made connections with ashton, and imogen, and laudna, and orym, and fearne, and dorian, and chetney, and F.R.I.D.A,,, thinking I’m happy to do this, I’m happy to do this, because they saved my life, and I’ll save theirs as he embraces his own explosion

[universal-joke]

“This character is so me,” I say about a character that is nothing like me. (Click for better quality, ID in ALT)

Anyways, I made a little Alice that I’ve projected my own style choices on to just a bit too much. Things such as she wears colorful and patterned leggings/thigh highs underneath ripped jeans, dyes the roots of her hair instead of the ends, and carries an extra layer to keep warm (however I think that she doesn’t like hoodies/jackets so she keeps a shawl on her instead).

[chocolate-cringymuffin]

Behold the power of procrastination 🔥🔥🔥

[octy-in-boots]

What I imagine for F.C.G. (Faithful Care Giver) with his upgraded chassis and (hopefully eventual) legs.

Bonus image featuring his inspired blue jacket!

[cowboycannibalism]

mutuals who collect/buy physical media I am BEGGING you to send me your ISO lists so I can give these babies loving homes instead of watching them get thrown away :(

[rosesocietyy]

"I came to thank you for the gift you offered me. The gift I denied"

[theendlesseyes]

I haven't listened to the latest 2 eps of tmagp yet, and now i keep having nightmares of what the new episodes are. All i can remember about them is that a group of teenagers found a collection of Mr. Bonzo things and one of the teenage boys horrifically morphed into Mr. Bonzo himself in a very grotesque fashion. And then he proceeded with the average Bonzo activities.

If this genuinely comes up in a later episode I may lose it

[toomuchdivergentformyneuro]

some random ignorant asshole: “you know you need to forgive your dad one day, he IS your dad after all”

me: *starts ravenously biting and beating the shit out of that person*

[averageludwig]

Hiii sorry i follow you on Twitter and I really just wanted to say that you’re a huge inspiration to my art; your pieces are genuinely breathtaking and they never fail to blow my mind every time… like dude whether it’s a small doodle or a full rendering it’s always stunning,,, I hope to be as skilled when I reach your age dude do u have any tips/advice/tutorials for rendering? Even if not I still emphasize how great your art is!!

This is so so sweet wow what the hell :( thank you so much dont apologize! You will 100% get there with practice but some tips I can give you are, use as much reference as possible. Like alot. I have found studying photographs helps a shit ton later when you get used to it! For example, the more you study references in photoshoots and anatomy, you will find things you can contribute into your art ! Like when rendering a glass cup you can always see light reflection even on its shadow. Anatomy gets easier once you keep in mind that every body part is connect, and each movement affects the other parts, thats important to keep poses not looking stiff. One last thing I have found useful, is reducing everything to simple shapes and silouettes before adding details! It makes the art process less overwhelming:) always look for new brushes and features in your programs too! You doing great and I would love to see your progress <33

[natjennie]

anyone else out here a middle child saddled with eldest daughter responsibilities?

[rubiesintherough]

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