#church is asleep

[vickihinze]

Weather, Crisis, and Christians by Julie Arduini

Weather, Crisis, and Christians by Julie Arduini

Image: Cowboy State Daily Although my Ohio residency is close to 20 years, I’m an Upstate NY girl. When I went to college at SUNY Geneseo, the Buffalo Bills were at their zenith under quarterback Jim Kelly, Coach Marv Levy, and a list of all-star players. The Superbowl against the Giants when the Bills missed the kick? My dorm shook. No lie. Now that my kids are grown and I have time, I’ve…

[ancient-romes]

what church wanted to do to junior

[sweetiepotatofry]

I know Zane probably became a priest because it granted him power over people,

But like, what if it was just so he could hit people with a stick if they fell asleep in church?

[mint-termsandconditions]

Free Rope MF

Rope MF is in the Kirby games, not clickbait?!?

Portrait and not dialogue:

Rope MF info-dumping about ropes (you can’t escape):

ONE LAST THING!

Thanks you guys for existing and deciding to follow for some reason!

Don’t worry I’ll make a more official thank you post later

Spoilers: Y’all gonna be hit with the neutral energy beam

Here’s the to sites I stole the rope information from:

Other site

[mashmouths]

does anyone know how to stop the body from keeping score? i have shit to do

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Flood Tide Allandra Grey

[moonchild-in-blue]

This is me today. I am angry and cranky and in need to commit acts of violence.

if anyone is mean to me i will cry

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I can go a little insane. as a treat

[cowardlycowboys]

admitting I used to fantasize of being someone else's child LOL

[adrienschat]

*screaming on the top of my lungs* that’s not what Jesus would have wanted

(Venting in tags)

[kikker-oma]

I've run out of my queued posts for whumptober🥲

I'm gonna try to stock pile some posts tonight, but we'll see what happens lol

[ghostlyerlkonig]

Truly and genuinely, if imagine dragons had no fans, I am DEAD I am GONE i am no longer in the mortal coil

[aprillikesthings]

lol the rewatch is working I wrote 1500 words

usual disclaimer: anything I post is likely to be edited heavily before going on ao3, and this is part of a much longer story

This bit is probably about five years after the events of the show--they had a rather rocky relationship, a tumultuous break-up, and Adora has since moved in with someone else whose name I haven't decided on.

ANYWAY it's hurt/comfort with a little pining but specifically the kind of pining where you're pissed off at yourself for doing it, eyyy

No I don't know how Catra ended up injured just yet also this isn't the whole bit of what I wrote tonight

Backstory for this scene specifically: Catra got hurt, didn't have anyone else to turn to and sent a messenger to run and get Adora. Messenger banged on Adora's door in the middle of the night and Adora grabbed a skiff and left with the messenger. Adora's partner is a nice person and is understanding and knows Catra is important to Adora even if they had a bad break-up and is fine with Adora helping her. Okay? okay. This starts on the way back from wherever Catra was.

Adora calls her partner from the skiff. 

“Hey! How is she?” 

Adora tries to keep her voice quiet. “She has a bad face injury and a busted ankle. Can you tell the healers we’re on our way?” 

“Yeah, I can do that. Let me know how she’s doing after they see her. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” The moment she says it she feels a pang of guilt and looks down at Catra’s face, but if Catra heard or cares, there’s no indication. 

The local healers are excellent, but Adora still finds herself tightening her hold on Catra for just a moment before allowing them to assist her in putting Catra on the bed of one of their small, clean rooms. 

“Oh, this isn’t too bad. Looks worse than it is because of all the blood and swelling, that’s all.” The head healer puts her glasses on before poking and prodding Catra in various places, and Catra grunts. “Sorry, I know that hurts. But we’ll have you doing much better in a jiffy, hm?” 

They don’t ask Adora to leave, so she doesn’t; but she does sit in a chair against the wall to be out of the way. 

The healers give Catra a bit of some kind of potion to swallow and then watch and wait for her body to relax and her breathing to deepen. They clean out the wound and take a careful look at her eye, but when they get out a needle and thread Adora looks away and realizes she hasn’t eaten yet. Well, it can wait. 

Catra’s ankle is viewed through some sort of device that looks like one of Entrapta’s, then one of the healers begins wrapping it tightly in a long bandage.

The head healer turns to Adora and pushes up a pair of glasses. “The ankle is just a sprain, thankfully; you’ll need her to stay off of it for a few days. I did the best I could with her face. The eye itself isn’t damaged and her vision will be fine but she’s going to have a bit of a nasty scar.”

Adora lets out a breath and feels a wave of fatigue. “Thank you.”

“The potion I gave her is going to wear off in a little while, but don’t let her get up right away and don’t let her stand on her own at first. My assistant will be sending you home with a different potion for pain relief. There’s directions on the bottle. And don’t worry, she’ll be right as rain! Other than the scar, I suppose. Well! Got to see to my next patient. Give a yell if you need anything, hm?”

Potion in hand, everyone else out of the room, and nothing to do but wait until the anesthetic potion wears off. Adora gets up to get a better look at Catra’s face. The wound is still puffy and swollen but clean, and the stitches are tiny and neat. Adora lets out another sigh of relief, then reaches out to pet her hair. Catra twitches in her drug-induced sleep and Adora jerks her hand back like she’s been burned. 

She sits back down in the chair with exhaustion and rubs her face before slouching and resting her head on the wall, and doesn’t even realize she’s dozed off until she hears Catra’s voice. 

“Nnngh.”

Adora sits up, disoriented for the second time that day. “Catra?”

“Adora?”

She stands up. “The healers said not to get up right away. You’ve got a sprained ankle. Also stitches in your face.”

Catra gingerly touches her own face without opening her eyes. “Ow.”

“I’ve got a pain relief potion you can take if you need it, but you really shouldn’t poke at it.”

Catra finally opens her eyes and snaps at her: “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Adora presses her lips shut for a moment and looks at the ceiling. Catra just woke up and it already feels like they’re arguing. And after–

“Hey, Adora.” –and her eyes jerk back to Catra’s. Damn it all to hell. 

“Sorry. I–ugh.” Catra frowns. “Thank you for coming to get me.”

“It’s fine.” Adora waves a hand dismissively. “You assumed I’d help, and you were right.” 

“I didn’t know for sure, actually, I just hoped, because I had no one else to ask. Dunno what I would’ve done if you’d moved houses or something.” Catra pauses, clears her throat. “So how bad is it?”

“How bad is what?”

“The scar, dummy.” 

“Oh. Uh. It’s a bit swollen still so it’s hard to say.”

“Like that time you punched me in the face?” Catra is actually smiling, the little shit. 

“That was the other eye! And I didn’t give you a cut that needed stitches!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry. I just hope I’m not ugly now.” 

“You could never be ugly,” Adora blurts out loudly, then presses her lips shut again. Catra stares at her. Adora wishes she wouldn’t. 

And that’s when Adora’s stomach loudly reminds her she hasn’t eaten. 

Catra grins. “Go get something to eat, dummy. And get me something, too.” 

Adora rolls her eyes. “Fine, but don’t get up, okay?”

She sets the potion down next to Catra on the bedside table, and nearly runs to the nearest food stall. She's already eaten most of her own meal when she gets back to the healers’ house, gets to the room, and finds that Catra’s gone. 

The potion bottle is still sitting on the bedside table. 

[lifemod17]

It's thinking about Caleb doing a cover of 'Cherry Wine' hours

[twinksintrees]

amongst all the horrors. at least there is packige

[gladiatorcunt]

about to project all my beef with hyper christian southern small towns onto cowboy anakin