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potionpeddlerpatchy · 11 months

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Hi patchy! I always love this event when you do it. I believe I did Bakugou last time so I wanted to try someone new this time! That's of course if you don't have too many entries 🖤🐈‍⬛

Hi Patchy my beloved, I have this huge crush on pro hero Izuku Midoryia and I need a potion for it please.

Love seeing you around patchy! Happy Halloween 🎃👻

🖤🐈‍⬛@katsukikitten

It always puts a smile to my face to see you here, sweet Traveler. Even more so to hear of people like who come seeking my talents over something so saccharine and innocent as that of a crush. How it makes childish fools out of the best of us. Even the most wise, and those withered with age, are transported back to stuttering children with rosy cheeks when confronted with such pleasant foe.

Though, if you are here, I can tell that you do not find yourself enjoying the coy battle that new has brought. Perhaps it is due to said person being unworthy? Perhaps it has taken too much of your time away from your more important tasks. Or, perhaps…. Perhaps you are faced with someone who is far too bashful to know what to do when you confronted them?

Whatever the case may be, the solution is a rather universal one. A simple philter, an oil you rub upon your delicate skin and it will help whoever is lucky to be near its sweet scent to push passed their trepidatious and allow themselves to fall headlong into the rush that is young love.

“Oh, my dear…” The peddler before you mumbled, it was clear she was troubled over your request though you could not tell if it was due to her talents or the morality of such a thing.

“Can you not do it?” You responded after a moment had passed between you, and then another. Your nerves aflame with anxiousness as you began to play with the cloth of your sleeve.

“I make it a habit to let all those who venture into my shop know that there is no issue that one could stumble in with that I would find too ridiculous nor potion I cannot make.” She spoke, though her words were slightly muffled to the nail of her thumb sitting between her teeth.

“But you will not do this?” You questioned, your small sigh when she shook her head turned into a scoff as you turned your head away.

Not that you were angry with her, after all it was not her fault that you were in such a state – such a predicament. It was not her fault that you came in with stumbling feet due to such dire desperation; but you were just that, desperate. You had not planned to be in this situation, nor were you hoping to feel like a silly teenaged girl once more, but it seemed life always enjoyed watching you struggle.

After all, you thought you were too old to have a crush.

Too old to feel a mixture of anxiousness and giddiness bubble forth and run wild within your stomach whenever you saw him. Or to have your hands get all sweaty whenever you had to speak with him. And lord, have your thoughts and words become a stuttered and jumbled mess whenever you spoke to him. It wasn’t as if you assumed that garnering such strong affections for someone would never happen after your teenage years, you were not an idiot. You knew that in no matter what stage in life, love would affect you in some manner when you found the right one.

You simply just hated how stupid it made you feel. You were a professional after all, one that had never stumbled or made of fool of themselves since entering your corporate field. And now you felt you were reduced to nothing more than a schoolgirl trying in vain to get their crush to notice them; even for a brief moment. And yet, you were at its mercy. For no matter how hard you tried to end your internal torture, to gain control of the situation and do something, it never worked.

For, sadly, Izuku Midoryia was in a far worser situation than you.

You gathered that fairly quickly after you first met. Even before you felt the overwhelmingness that budding love would bring, before this little infatuation began, he presented himself as nothing more than a timid mouse in the presence of a beautiful woman. It made you laugh, when he finally scurried away from you, how such a strong hero – one that brought fear into the hearts of any criminal within the country – would become nothing a timorous man with a face flushed a darker red than the cherries he was snacking on when you introduced yourself.

And that was the problem. Not only did his neurotic behaviour and endless mutterings when he thought he was alone endear yourself to him, to the point you ended up thinking it charming, but that once you did start to show hints of attraction towards him, he was suddenly harder and hard to find. As if too nervous to face you, and be confronted with the idea of a date, as if worried he may die of a heart attack if you did.

At the end of the day, it was simply too difficult to try and rid yourself of a crush if you could not face the person you had one on.

And that was why you were here. The fair few you had confided in, after they confronted you over your work not being done to the high standard and calibre you had set yourself up for, told you of this so-called peddler and her little cart of tinctures she brought to fairs and shows – she even had a small shop a few blocks. One of them even claimed that they worked. She had boasted that the brew she was given made courage run her veins. You thought that if a small vial of mystery liquid could do that for her, even for a short while, it could perhaps help you with your little predicament.

Though, you will admit, after yet another moment had passed as you gazed upon the peddler’s profile that perhaps you had asked for something far too grand and far-reaching than your little situation would have called for.

“I have never, nor will I ever, make a love potion” The peddler stated clearly, her eyes now moved to stare back to you “If love was never there, then it never would be and I refuse to fabricate love and force an unwilling party into it. It does nothing more than create disarray and proves a mockery of my craft. So, I am sorry, but I must decline your request.”

“….I see” You whispered out, eyes darted toward the floor as you were unable to hold her intense gaze “And I respect your decision. Perhaps I was far too bold to with my claims when I first came to you.”

“I do understand your dilemma though.” She spoke again after your words hung in the air, causing it to grow sorrowful “So perhaps we can come to a compromise?”

The Peddler was true to her word, a compromise was achieved. You did not walk away from her small shop with an armours potion for utter devotion and love, but rather a small philter of rather sweet, scented oil for you to use upon your skin in order to allow whoever took even the small inhale to lose that timid barrier. She had instructed for you to place it upon your wrists and behind your ears, for the small act of motioning your hand or tucking some hair away from your face was the inconspicuous of ways to allow the scent to spread.

With a determined sigh, you rushed back toward your office with hurried footfall; in the hopes that you would be able to place the concoction onto your skin and ‘run-into’ him before the day was over. You knew you had all the time in the world to test if that strange woman was a fraud or not, truly it was not as if you or Midoryia were going to be leaving the agency anytime soon. But after the months of feeling so helpless stuck underneath the humiliating weight that love was forcing you under, to rush seemed to be the only answer to ensure your freedom.

But, once more, life seemed to enjoy watching you stumble and stutter your way through it. For as your walked through the clear glass doors you had done so many times, your eyes set on the small vial in your hand, you failed to notice the person rushing to leave through them.

There was always good within the bad. Though it hurt, having your head knock against such a strong body, you were grateful that you were able to keep that little bottle clutched tightly in your hand. Though your heart seemed to sink down to your stomach when you were asked if you were hurt.

“Your eyes are watering, did I hit your nose?” Midoriya asked, worry clearly written upon his faced as he held you by the shoulders, his eyes scanned over every inch of your face and body to ensure no injury had fallen upon you.

“N-no… no I’m fine” You swallowed as you did your best to avoid his eye as humiliation began to swallow you hole, truly this was not the scenario you planned.

“Are you sure?” He asked, and though you felt his grip upon your arms lessen it was not enough for you to break free of his hold; something you so desperately wanted to do.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again, moving his face to better peer at your own, “I need you to look at me and tell me that you are. It’s the only way I’ll know for sure.”

With a shaky sigh you relented, though slowly, as you lifted your head to peer at his boyishly handsome face; you did you best to ignore the heat you felt upon your cheek as the small buckling of your knees “I’m fine.”

“Good.”

Though he was pleased with your answer, his grip upon you had not changed. You watched closely as his own cheek began to flush, while his eyes darted between looking into your own and upon your soft lips. You were so transfixed, so unaware of anything other than his beautiful green eyes, that you did not realize he was leaning toward you until your felt his warm breath upon your tickle your upper lip.

“Mr. Midori - !” He stole the last syllable from you, as well as your breath, when he finally pressed his lips upon yours; then gentleness his kiss gave made your heart beat out of its chest as you melted into him.

As I say to all who come to me searching for a potion of love; if it is truly there between two people, it will show itself in time. I could sense that it would come between you to at just the right moment, that some small catalyst will set something in motion to allow one of you to finally feel brave enough to take that leap.

Though, if I am honest, I did not think him courageous enough to make such an advance toward you so soon after our encounter.

Oh, suppose I should also say, now that honesty has captured my tongue, that that philter I have given you will not work in the manner of which I told you. It will not cause whoever inhales its scent to slightly lose their inhibitions around you, tis merely a very strong perfume. Though I still suggest wearing it upon your wrists and behind your ear should you want to use it.

#though I do guarantee that it would have pushed him enough over the edge to make it seem like it worked #so it was not totally a lie!#but I digree #I do hope you enjoy my sweet friend #🔮.the peddler's peculiar potion sale #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader

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911prompts · 2 years

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911 Prompt Masterlist

eddie and abuela watch telenovellas together

the 118 goes to the beach and buck decides to surf for the first time in years

buck asks about becoming a lieutenant

bobby sends linda recipes to give to eddie; its his way to take care of eddie

buck and christopher nurse a bird back to health

eddie doesn't like scrabble because he's dyslexic *

phillip & margaret were doomdayers - aka buck & maddie grew up in a bunker (blast from the past inspired au)

eddie knits

gregg's widow shows up at the 118 to thank eddie for bringing his body home

buck was a ranch hand on an alpaca farm

chimney actually cashes in on his snuggie idea

the buckley family immigrated froma soviet country when buck was little

the 118 gets a nice bonus and buck blows through it right away to get a new motorbike

buck was a tour guide to the penguin colonies in peru instead of a bartender

christopher gets his own clipboard

buck is a beekeeping enthusiast

buck traveled with the circus pre-118 and is now an insane juggler

buck's first teen romance resulted in a pregnancy

buck or eddie get a traumatic injury and have to relearn how to walk and talk

buck and his son go to the barber together

buck handling horses

eddie's breakdown but buck was on shift when christopher calls

eddie didn't answer anita mills call in august; in april, he wishes he had

angsty phillip buckley character study

abuela adopts buck from foster care *

chimney's dad is a crime lord

doug dies and buck helps maddie cover it up pre-canon

eddie and his company are haunted by the spirits of the valley of the dead

buck and his childhood friends that helped him survive hershey

abby comes back to la after seeing buck and the ladder truck accident on the news

Buck and Taylor have a one night stand as strangers in college that results in a pregnancy

the buckleys are amish; buck and maddie leave amish life at 18

eddie and abuela crocheting and gossiping

bobby and athena get together on the bachelor

buck makes up random facts to see if anyone ever realizes they aren't real

buck was one of youtube's first vloggers as he documented his travels

christopher's friend has a massive crush on him and he's completely oblivious

buck was a lifeguard in peru - ends up putting those skills to use on a call with the 118

eddie had a mustache while in the army. pictures are found.

buck teaches some kids skateboard tricks while on a call

taylor kelly's dad took the fall for her killing her mom

buck goes to maddie after her suicide attempt and he brings her to a clinic in LA

eddie was a secret agent *

Phillip Buckley tells hospital Buck’s past history of suicide attempt after the warehouse fire - medical history that neither Margaret, Maddie or the 118 knew

buck was in the quiz bowl league growing up

eddie does goofy dances to make christopher smile

bucks runs into abby on a layover on his way to oklahoma for taylor

photojournalist captures a picture of buck and christopher in the tsunami *

buck comes into custody of the children of his childhood friends

anita mills comes to eddie for help with her ptsd

different buckley family secret; buck is the product of an extramarital affair

maddie writes dear daniel letters

buck married in peru and didn't the divorce didn't go through

buck is older then maddie

margaret buckley died young; buck & maddie struggle growing up with a grieving absent father

buck worked as a sales pitchman on tv before the 118

buck is connected to a murder in Peru that happened on a night he has little to no memory of

terrorists put eddie and his army company publicly on a hit list

buck adopts a homeless teenager

buck has donated sperm in the past and has dozens of kids (delivery man inspired)

the 118 gets called to a suicide in progress - patient is anita mills

buck is paralyzed by the ladder truck bombing

bodycam footage is leaked of Eddie’s shooting and inside the ladder truck

buck was on scholarship and was scouted for the nfl, before dropping out

daniel died in an accident as a teenager instead

shannon comes back after tsunami - eddie/shannon redemption arc

buckley parents are love guru radio personalities - chimney starts using their advice for maddie and buck wants it all to end

buck was a teacher before deciding to change careers to be a firefighter; he runs into some old students on a call

buck and phillip have only ever teamed up to take care of the girls; buck just never thought his dad would push it to the extent he does

mental illness runs in the buckley family; daniel committed suicide as a teenager

buck has a pre-teen from a past relationship who he's only allowed to see sparingly (aftersun inspired)

buck was treasure hunting in peru until things got too real. he leaves the mystery behind until it comes knocking back into his life years later (outerbanks inspired)

buck and maddie grew up poor

buck got his high school girlfriend pregnant. they panic and hide the pregnancy - giving the kid up for adoption. it goes well until the child shows up as a teenager wanting buck to sign emancipation papers (life unexpected inspired)

in college buck helped make an app to help people out of unsafe situations with strangers; it ends up being used when eddie is trying to flirt with someone. buck finds it hilarious

daniel buckley was kidnapped as a child - it turned into a cold case until new information came to light 20+ years later

buck is peter pan au

eddie is unwell and starts hallucinating shannon

buck is a secret airbender

the buckley family immigrated from belarus - to the surprise of the 118, buck speaks russian on a scene to help locate a family in distress

buck and his dad are involved in the disappearance of doug; maddie is none-the-wiser

buck makes a career change after lightning strike

chief is harsher on buck because he has big plans for buck's LAFD future

updated 4/2/24

prompts with * means there has been a fic posted inspired by this prompt (confirmed by author).

prompts typed in red are the most recently added prompts.

You can find all prompt fills in the masterlist here. You are welcome to use a prompt that already has a fill.

Please let me know if you post any cause I would love to read and link.

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yhwhrulz · 4 months

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Today's Daily Encounter Friday, May 31, 2024

Attitude of Service

"On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. 'Teacher', he asked, 'what must I do to inherit eternal life?' 'What is written in the Law?' he replied. 'How do you read it?' He answered, 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind', and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' 'You have answered correctly,' Jesus replied. 'Do this and you will live'."1

Many people in the world are in need today, and serving them is one of the most important callings of the Christian faith. Therefore, it is essential that believers commit themselves to helping others.

There are countless ways to serve others. For example, someone may decide to pray for a friend and be by their side until a difficult situation is resolved. Others might be available to answer a neighbor's questions about faith. If we look around with a prayerful attitude, we can see other opportunities, such as taking an elderly person to medical appointments, counseling a teenager who is going through a difficult time, or helping a single mother with her list of responsibilities.

Before you become overwhelmed by the diversity of needs in your area, remember that loving our neighbor should be a Church-wide effort. One person can't do it all. Instead, join a group of believers committed to serving those God puts in His circle of influence. Helping them takes time and sometimes resources, but when you do, the Lord will bless you with the joy and satisfaction that comes only from Him.

Suggested Prayer: Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for today's passage, because it instructs me on how I can serve others. I ask you to help me have an attitude of service at all times, starting with my family. Open my spiritual eyes so that I can see the needs around me and take action. Help me to use the resources you have given me to serve others, and may everything I do be for your honor and glory. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Lucas 10:25-28 (NIV).

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wooglebear · 5 months

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My first CU OC that isn't for the Roleswap AU or ACIT.

This is Tilly Smith. She appears in my conceptual sequel to the First Epic Movie.

She's basically Melvinborg's right-hand man. Yes, Melvinborg shows up in this hypothetical sequel and he's the main antagonist.

I'd describe her as a "teenage" version of Dawn Bellwether (Zootopia), since this version of Melvinborg is basically a cyborg Evelyn Deavor.

Tilly's hairband is mostly so Melvinborg doesn’t accidentally erase himself from the timeline by fucking with the past. Things get really dicey when you directly tamper with your own past, so Tilly's hairband helps him a) not get erased just by existing near melvin and b) helps him circumnavigate paradoxes so he can actually do things.

Some notes for this version of Melvinborg.

the tetocu verse and the film universe are two different beasts, so this is melvinborg’s deal in this sequel.

Melvinborg realizes in the future ‘oh shit I never got into eliteanati’. So he goes back into the past and meets Melvin at the back of the school one day. They strike a deal that if Melvin can help Tilly hide under the guise of a normal student, Melvinborg will send Melvin to Eliteanati. The first act of the movie sees Melvinborg use his Vil Endenemys disguise while George and Harold attempt to uncover the mystery of the new "superintendent". Consider Vil Endenemys the Madame Frou Frou to Melvinborg's Snatcher.

He'd want to make sure that an alternate timeline where his younger self gets into his dream school becomes the main timeline- or what he sees as a Better Timeline - and try to set up the parameters for its existence but it goes sideways in some way.

Melvinborg is so dead-set on eliteanati that it actively shoots him in the foot.

During the first act of the movie, George and Harold are trying to run for class president. George wants to be class president, while Harold wants to be it too. They tell Melvin about all the changes they'll make to the class when they're class president, much to Melvin's disgust. To the horror of the boys and relief of Melvin, an annoyed Krupp vetoes the votes in favor of getting the new girl Tilly to be the class president instead.

During her facade, Tilly acts all calm and collected, sweet, gracious, and knows just the right words to say in almost any given situation. Even if she's a bit of a stalker.

But when she reveals her true nature… dear lord.

Turns out her nice nature is Fake As Hell, her purple eyes are contact lenses, and she is a teen who is completely full of herself and horrible as fuck.

Did I say "teen"? It's revealed that Tilly is actually 25 and lied about her age to everyone. She trades her salmon jacket for a white lab coat.

She reveals this nature by basically recreating this scene from TS3 (don't worry, there won't be an incinerator, or a dump):

Don't worry. Melvinborg will get his comeuppance and Tilly is going to get Exactly what she deserves... however, what I envision as what she deserves may differ from what happened to Poopypants in the first movie.

At the end of the movie George's like "I don't know which villain was worse, the Professor or Tilly." and Harold's like, "Probably Poopypants because him being alive and not in prison scares the hell out of me. At least he's tiny."

#the epic tales of captain underpants #tetocu #cu oc #my ocs #gacha life 2 #cu movie #first epic movie #this is for a second epic movie #now back to the roleswap au

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jdgo51 · 11 months

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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR OCTOBER 30, 2023

Turbulent Waters

By Wayne Greenawalt (Illinois, USA)

READ PSALM 32:8-11

"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you."

PSALM 32:8 (NIV)

"'Before going out on the river, I spent several hours instructing teenage campers on how to maneuver a canoe through white water. When we launched our canoes, I took the lead. I had navigated the river before and knew the safest course. We initially experienced calm waters and proceeded effortlessly. But around the first bend in the river, we encountered rapids. As I proceeded through the raging water, I shouted instructions to the others: “Bow stroke! Draw! Rudder!” Following my commands, we all made it safely through the rapids.

Life has its white-water moments too. One moment we’re floating serenely downstream; the next, we’re trying to avoid capsizing, paddling furiously through turbulent waters. Such trying times make us keenly aware of our need for a guide.

In Psalm 32:8, we read of God’s promise to guide us. It is comforting to know that God, who loves us deeply, is watching over us: “The Lord’s unfailing love surrounds the one who trusts in him” (Ps. 32:10). As we trust in the Lord, we can be assured that God will guide us through all life’s turbulent rapids.:; No matter how rough the waters become in your life; God will be there. He helps instruct us to get things set and follow a pattern. "Bow stroke! Draw! Rudder!" Listen intently to your guide.

TODAY'S PRAYER

Dear God, thank you for your unfailing love and promise to watch over us. Help us to seek your guidance as we journey through life. Amen.

Psalm 32:8-11

"8 I will instruct you and teach you about the direction you should go. I’ll advise you and keep my eye on you. 9 Don’t be like some senseless horse or mule, whose movement must be controlled with a bit and a bridle. Don’t be anything like that! 10 The pain of the wicked is severe, but faithful love surrounds the one who trusts the LORD. 11 You who are righteous, rejoice in the LORD and be glad! All you whose hearts are right, sing out in joy!" You will be surrounded by faithful love if you trust solely in the Lord. Rejoice at all times in Him with songs of utter joy. Find your blessing today and share one with others. Joe

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destinyimage · 1 year

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Boy Blinded by Abuse Sees Again in the Glory Atmosphere

Even during times of transition and change, we can rest assured that God is transforming us into new levels of glory (see 2 Corinthians 3:18).

Following Jesus can never be reduced to following a formula. I recently had a vision of Jesus standing in a harvest field. He turned around, looked at me with an outstretched hand, and said with a smile, “Come, follow Me.” I cried for two hours after that vision because I felt His glory fill my room, and I knew He was inviting me into another great adventure with Him. I am still walking out this invitation. I have a feeling I’ve only seen the surface of all that He has in store for us. Following Jesus requires movement and change.

“It doesn’t matter if you just got your stakes down like you wanted them. The move of God doesn’t happen according to your timing. God cannot always accommodate to your schedule. He moves sovereignly, as He wills, and if you don’t move with him, you will be left behind. He has but one desire for us, and that one desire is that we be changed from glory to glory. He has never moved a person to a lesser glory than they’ve already experienced. Change, therefore, is our friend. The changes God is sending into our lives are intended to work in us ‘a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.’ In fact, change becomes the measure of the glory.” —Ruth Ward Heflin

For us and many others, a mindset change is harder than the change itself. Once our minds are renewed and synced with Christ, change comes supernaturally. I imagine the children of Israel were accustomed to change as they followed the cloud by day and the fire by night. Miracles of provision, protection, and health were found in the glory.

Miracles in the Glory

At our Saturday Night Awakening service, one of the most notable miracles was when a teenage boy received sight in his blind eye. We had seen blind eyes healed before, but this story impacts me greatly because God restored more than his eye alone. As a baby, this boy was beaten so severely that he suffered brain damage and lost sight in one of his eyes. His adopted parents saw him through seven surgeries to help correct his eye. This boy was not able to run a few steps without falling down due to brain damage. We always take time to pray for those needing a miracle, and we did so this one particular night. After some were healed, we were transitioning the service to the message, and I heard a gentle nudge of the Holy Spirit say, “I’m not quite done yet.” We had already prayed for miracles, and I had taken my seat. As I prepared to walk out and change my one-year-old’s diaper, I felt the gentle nudge in my spirit again. I handed my son to my dear friend Elizabeth and walked back up on stage.

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I grabbed a mic and quickly made mention of a healing anointing in the room. Tommy and I decided to wait a little longer in the presence of the Lord. After we called out a few more words of knowledge, a young boy began to run around the front row, then up the steps, onto the stage, and then jump off! He did this two or three times! Tommy was nervous he might trip over the steps because he knew this boy couldn’t walk without assistance. But not only was he able to run and jump without falling, but he also began to cry out, “I can see! I can see!” The boy’s father came up to report that his son’s blind eye had opened; he told the story that led to his son’s condition. No one laid hands on this young man, only the hand of God. Later, offstage, the young man told me he didn’t feel afraid of the bad things that happened to him. I knew God was removing trauma from him. The evening erupted in praise and joy as we gave Jesus the glory. A traditional message didn’t happen that night, but no one complained as Jesus was the message.

Digging wells of revival usually requires us to lay aside our agendas and orders of service in order to surround ourselves with the presence of God.

“If we want the same fruit and breakthrough seen in the early Church, we’ll have to take our hands off the reins of what God is directing.” —Bill Johnson

We expect miracles, repentance, deliverance from demons, and restoration in our meetings because people receive what they need in the glory. Often all these happen at once. Revival can look chaotic and messy by most church standards but so did the Pentecostal revival in Acts 2. Some accused them of being drunk!

Tommy and I are always open to learning from others on how to host revival. One thing we have learned is, if we don’t seek the presence of God first, nothing will be added to us (see Matthew 6:33). We don’t worship miracles or revival; we worship Jesus. His presence must be at the center of our ministry; if it’s not, we are out. We know life without Jesus, and we have no intention of going back.

As we continue to honor the Lord’s presence and move with the glory in our services, we see an increase of miracles happening. We’ve recently seen witches attend our meetings more than once in different states. We have had more than one testimony about the power of God encountering them. We recently had a report of a witch repenting because she was physically healed at our meeting. No one prayed for her or laid hands on her. She later asked to be discipled to learn more about Jesus and the Holy Spirit!

The glory crosses denominational lines. We have had Baptists, Methodists, Church of Christ, and people from other denominations transformed by revival. One Church of Christ man came to one of our revival tour meetings. He disapproved of his daughter attending our meeting and decided to show up. Later that night the power of God came over him as he, his daughter, and her friend fell back under the power of God. They were so deeply touched by this encounter that they went to their church to share what happened to them at our revival meeting and God’s presence powerfully encountered the people who heard their testimony!

Digging Wells of Healing

“The greatest revivals in the New Testament after Pentecost were the direct result of one or more divine healings of the body. It was used more than anything else in the Word of God to draw the people to Christ. Nearly all the great revivals were brought about by divine healing and sometimes only one was healed.” —Maria Woodworth-Etter

The miracle wells of revival are springing forth!

John G. Lake

He lived in the early 1900s and had a revelation of the believer’s authority and dominion over sickness. He saw many healed and even raised the dead. In the middle of the deadly bubonic plague, John G. Lake had the disease dissolve in his hand under the eye of a microscope, and he credited the miracle to the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus, according to Romans 8. The mayor of Spokane, Washington, thanked him for the contributions he made toward city transformation due to the establishment of Healing Rooms, some of which are in operation today. At one point in Lake’s day, Spokane was rated the healthiest city in America! He also established 625 churches (125 white churches and 500 black churches).

Maria Woodworth-Etter

In the 1800s Maria Woodworth-Etter, or “Mother Etter,” as she became known, pioneered a way for women to preach and minister during a time when women didn’t have the right to vote. When religion tried to shut her up, she chose to obey God no matter the cost.

After she integrated healing into her ministry, she began to see blind eyes open, cancer removed, tumors disappear, the lame walk, the deaf hear. And the mute speak. She also saw dropsy, spinal meningitis, kidney failure, heart disease, and rheumatism fully healed. Maria regularly prayed for those who were dying, as well as for resurrection for people who had died, she saw God raise people from the dead.

Kathryn Kuhlman

Kathryn’s ministry was iconic in regard to glory miracles. Most of the miracles in her ministry happened while people were in the presence of the manifested glory that accompanied her life and in her meetings.

The institutional church should be so powerful that when the world challenges it, when unregenerate man challenges it—it can reply with God’s miracles.

Smith Wigglesworth

“Wigglesworth released healing wherever he went.… When Wigglesworth ministered in the streets of San Francisco, people came and laid out those who were sick on mattresses in front of him. When he walked by them and his shadow hit them, they were healed.”

T. L. and Daisy Osborn

Inspired by the incredible healing ministry of William Branham, “the Osborns preached to crowds of 20,000 to 250,000 in crusades in 76 countries. Vast numbers have been healed, including the deaf, blind, and crippled. Body organs have been recreated and restored, cancers have died and vanished, lepers have been healed, and the dead have been raised. Most of their power evangelism and healing ministry have been with crowds in developing nations. They established 400 churches a year in these nations.”

Honoring Fathers and Mothers of Revival

There are many global revival wells opened by men and women who are alive today, and they have greatly impacted our family. We have met revival generals such as Bill and Beni Johnson, Randy Clark, Cindy and Mike Jacobs, and our pastors, Jim and Becky Hennesy, who have inspired us to become revival well diggers. Their sacrifice, service, and integrity have impacted my generation greatly.

There are many other generals of revival alive today who have impacted us. Bill Johnson and Randy Clark are deep wells in regard to the miraculous. If you want to grow in the gifts of miracles, I encourage you to study their resources. Bill’s and Randy’s meetings exposed me to miracles live and in person (other than my own personal healings). I still remember the first time I attended a Sunday service at Bethel Church and Bill asked for anyone with cancer to stand up to receive prayer. I fell on my knees crying because I was so happy they took time during a service to pray for miracles. Both Bill’s and Randy’s miracle and impartation meetings awakened us to our revival call. As we sat in the back rows of their meetings and saw lines of people testify to their healings, I sat and wept as I told God, “I was born to do this.” That may sound funny to some, but I long to see justice come to the sick because I know Jesus paid for justice to be served.

Honoring mothers and fathers of revival requires us to receive what they carry. We must position our hearts to receive an impartation from them. Tommy and I do this by attending meetings, studying their books, attending their schools, sowing into their ministries, and most importantly, taking the same risks they did. The first time I prayed for metal to be dissolved in people’s bodies was because I heard Randy tell a testimony about him and Bill seeing metal dissolve in other meetings. I thought, “I can try this too! If I don’t try it, I will never see it.” Tommy and I tried it at one of our miracle meetings, and we saw a woman run across the room as she gained full mobility back in her foot and ankle. She later shared that she had not been able to bend her ankle or run due to the surgery she had three years prior to that night.

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Peter Parker’s field trip part 3

-Peter's POV-

After lunch Owen grouped us all

back together, including Wade, and took us around more labs. There was nothing particularly special about any of them until the corridor we were walking down became all too familiar. We stopped infront of a door to a lab, the door to my lab. Oh God.

"Now, for those of you who don't know and haven't guessed it yet, your class mate Peter works here. This is his lab and I was wondering if he would allow us to see what's inside. Peter?" Owen announced looking directly at me.

"Fine but you have to swear not to touch anything and not discuss anything you see with others." I warned them as I swiped my card and held the door open to all of them.

They all filled in and started looking around cautiously and with amazement. Many people noticed the prototype suits on mannequins at the back of the room. I was helping Dad, Pops, Bucky and Wanda with new designs for suits as well as trying to improve mine. It's been a challenge but we're making steady progress.

"Peter, Mr Stark has told me to ask you to open your connecting doors." F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice rang out across the room.

"Oh dear lord." I sighed and moved to open one of the other doors in the room that connected mine and Dads lab.

There was also a door connecting to a storage closet filled with various building parts. The other doors lead to a bathroom, Pops' art room, The training room and a testing room. There was lots of doors but thankfully I labelled them all.

"What do y-" I started but cut myself off when I opened the door and saw the guardians stood in Dad's lab. Frick!

"Mini Peter!" Drax yelled pulling me into a very tight hug. What's with the bone crushing hugs today?

"What're you all doing here?" I asked pushing Drax away from me.

"Can't we visit our favourite earthling without a reason?" Peter asked putting his arm around me.

"You sound like Thor." I told him shrugging his arm off.

"Don't insult me like that." Peter told me jokingly serious.

"How come I don't get any love?" Wade asked appearing behind me.

"Hey! What am I here for?" I asked him trying to sound offended.

"Beside you." He said putting an arm around my waist and resting his head on mine.

"Hands off Wade." Dad warned with a scowl on his face glaring at my boyfriend.

"Alright Stark, alright." Wade said sarcastically and put his hands up before slowly backing away.

"Don't push me, I'm already letting you stay in my tower, and sleep in his room for that matter." Dad gestures to me with an angry look on his face.

"Moving on, why're there a bunch of gawping teenagers stood behind you?" Peter asked gesturing to my class.

"Well, this is my science class from school. They're gasping because no one believed me when I said I had an internship here but I've proven to have more than that." I explained taking Wade's hand in mine much to Dad's disappointment.

"Anyway, what're you doing next? When're these losers leaving?" Peter asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

"We're visiting the training rooms with Steve, Nat, Clint, Bucky, T,Challa, Wanda, Vision, Strange and Loki." Dad explained making me groan and put my head on Wade's shoulder in annoyance.

"And then they're staying the night and visiting Avengers Tower tomorrow." I told him from Wade's shoulder.

"Avengers Tower?" Drax asked confused.

"It's kind of like our mother ship. It's where we're briefed and de-briefed about our missions and meet up for various things. We used to use this tower but it's less used now." Dad explained.

"They still use it sometimes though. Say, for example, to embarrass me." I said sarcastically lifting my head up.

"Aww, come on Pete, don't you love seeing us all day?" Dad teased grabbing my cheek.

"Not when your soul purpose is to embarrass me infront of my class. Other times, I couldn't thing is anything better." I told him making him smirk.

"Come on then, let's go see everyone train." Dad said clapping his hands together and leading the group through one of my doors and directly into the training room.

"Ah, Midtown I presume. Welcome to the Avengers training room." Pops introduced gesturing to the room around us.

There was treadmills, weight lifts, cross trainers, workout bikes and much more. Over in an empty corner Strange, Wanda and Uncle Loki were practicing their magic where as every one else was doing normal physical training.

"So, who wants to fight an Avenger?" Aunt Nat asked looking across all the students in front of her. "You, with the stupid grin. Come up here." Nat instructed pointing to Flash. Oh dear lord.

Flash confidently made his way up to Nat and just stood there doing nothing. Nat showed him a proper fighting stance and told him to attack. The next few seconds was Nat pinning Flash to the mat before he could react.

"I wasn't ready." Flash breathed out from the floor.

"No one is. That's why she's good at what she does." Pops told him smirking at me. "Why don't you have a go?" He asked me.

"No I'm good. Do you want to?" I asked gesturing to the mat and Nat.

"Oh come on kid. Live a little." Pops coaxed with a smug grin on his face.

"Fine." I sighed detaching myself from Wade and standing in front of Nat. I got into a fighting stance and we started fighting.

After 10 minutes of back and forth between me and Nat I eventually pinned her to the mat to the astonishment to my class.

“Well Peter, good to know nothing's changed." Pops grinned passing me my water bottle and a granola bar.

"Thanks Pops." I said with out thinking.

“Right, now we're gonna teach you basic self defence. We'll split you into groups and go from there." Pops explained turning to my class when an alarm went off.

"Code Green! Natasha and Peter to Dr Banners lab please." F.R.I.D.A.Ys automated voice rang out.

Me and Natasha took off running as fast as we could to Bruce's lab and stopped in front of the door for a brief moment. We could hear crying? Slowly, we opened the door and found Hulk sat on the floor crying.

"Hulk?" I cautiously asked stepping forward.

"Spider Boy!" Hulk yelled pulling me into a tight hug. "Hulk miss his spider boy!" He cried.

"Okay big guy. Why were you crying?" Natasha asked placing her hand on his arm.

"Lonely. Bad Human kept me trapped." Hulk explained as more tears fell.

"Okay buddy, put me down and we can hang out with you for a bit. How does that sound?" I offered.

"Thank you spider boy." Hulk said giving me one last squeeze, breaking my last rib and placing me on the floor.

"So, what do you want to do?" Nat asked sitting on the floor next to Hulk.

"Play outside!" Hulk whined. When did he become so child like?

"Okay, wanna play tag?" I offered thinking back to childhood games.

"Tag?" Hulk asked.

"It's where we run around and touch people gently. The person you touch is then 'tagged' and you must run away from them. You understand?" I explained.

Hulk slowly nodded so Nat took him outside while I called Dad to explain what happened.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Dad asked with my entire class looking at him.

"Yeah he was just lonely and in a mood with Banner. Me and Nat are gonna play some tag with him if that's okay. We'll either be on the roof or balcony." I explained to him.

"Okay stay safe." Dad told me before waving.

"I will. See you later." I said waving back and hanging up the phone.

-2 hours later-

After playing tag with Hulk for way too long we managed to get Banner back. The only think was, we promised Hulk to speak to him later. While my class will still be here. Hopefully he doesn't get scared or feel threatened and we can have a nice and calm conversation with him. We walked back to the training room but no one was there so I called Dad to see where he was.

"Hey, where've you all gone?" I asked.

"We're in the penthouse. How was playing tag with Hulk?" He asked.

"It was fun. We promised we would speak to him later so we need to talk to the class and explain otherwise he may feel threatened or angry." I explained to him getting into the elevator to take us to the penthouse.

"Okay, I'll gather everyone and you three can explain to them." He said.

"Right I'll see you in a minute." I told him before hanging up.

We got to the penthouse and found my whole class plus teacher stood in the living room like they were waiting for something. I walked in with Nat and Banner on either side of me and they all looked visibly shocked.

"Okay, quick announcement if you're all going to be staying the night. What happened before was a 'code green' that means the Hulk. Now, not every time he's here he's angry, so for instance today, sometimes he's just lonely. We managed to get Banner back but promised we would speak to him later so if anyone hears a code green do not freak out. Don't go up to him or anything but don't freak out. That's what'll make him intimidated and angry and that's when people get hurt. Do I make myself clear?" Nat asked giving each individual a piercing glare.

"Yes Miss Romanov." They all said simultaneously.

"Now, you have one hour before food to explore the penthouse. Any door with a red square is a prohibited area, it's mainly bedrooms though. Have fun and don't break anything." Dad warned.

As soon as he finished everyone scattered and tried to find something interesting to look at. Me, Wade, Ned, MJ, Dad, Pops, Nat and Banner all just sat on the sofa and started a movie. As time went on the rest of the Avengers along with Thor, Loki, Shuri and T'challa came in and started to watch the movie with us. We briefly heard and saw my class mates walking around and looking at things in the hallways. They were all very interested in the littlest things.

An hour soon went by and we called everyone back in to talk about food and what we should order. We ended up with Pizza cause who doesn't like that? We ordered 35 because there was a lot of us and I needed like 4 to myself, it was 15 margaritas, 5 Hawaiian, 5 BBQ chicken, 5 vegetarian and 5 meat lover. All large and all delicious. True beauty. We all sat in the living room and no where else would fit us all and ate in pretty must silence.

"So Peter, how come you know the Avengers?" Christie asked.

"The internship. I work closely with Mr Stark and just met everyone from there. It stared with working in projects all night to having sleepovers and it all progressed from there." I explained. It felt weird to call Dad Mr Stark again after all this time of calling him Dad.

"Patricia, how did you get the internship. Stark Industries don't usually hire teenagers." Mrs Robbins asked trying to be polite but made one big mistake. Patricia.

"Well I found Videos of Peter's work on YouTube. I'd also bumped into him at Oscorp at one of your other field trips." Dad explained with emphasis on 'Peter'. Mrs Robbins seemed uncomfortable with Dad's use of my name.

"Well what type of thing do you work on?" Al asked.

"All sorts. Started with building small robots to help with small mundane tasks then working on bigger robots with Mr Stark and then working on suits and weapons for everyone. Now I'm designing them as you all saw before. Btw Wanda, I need you to come to my lab at some point this week to check hour suit out." I informed.

"Okay, maybe after food we could go." She offered taking another bite of a BBQ chicken pizza.

"I can do that." I agreed and finished my slice of margarita.

"Well, why you?" Flash asked clearly annoyed. Shoot.

"What do you mean why him?" Pops asked getting angry.

"Well, with all due respect, why did you hire him? He's nothing special, just a charity case at the end of the day." Flash huffed and Pops' face went red with anger.

"Charity case? What do you mean by that?" Wade asked trying to moving me from his lap but I didn't budge. I knew he'd kill Flash.

"Like with his Aunt, they didn't have money and skips out on school with stupid excuses. You're probably only talking to him cause you feel bad, no need to lie to us." Flash explained and Banner's face turned green.

Everything else happened so fast. First Wade practically threw me off of his lap onto the floor where Ned caught me. Then Banner stormed out of the room yelling and turning green. After that, Dad got up from his seat and lunged forward but Pops caught him and was holding him back in a hug type situation. Nat pulled a knife out. Bucky smashed a pizza. The sofas were floating. There was thunder outside. Loki was evilly smirking. Shuri was holding T,Challa back. Sam was seething in the corner. Clint reached for his bow and arrow. Wade pulled a katana out of god knows where. It was all happening.

"Everybody outside now!" I yelled at the adults and dragged my Dads and Wade out the room behind me.

They all came out and I was immediately attached with question after question after question. Nat was asking if I wanted her to kill them. Dad, Pops and Wade were agreeing with her. Thor was threatening to bring the whole of the Asgardian army. Banner was still no where to be seen. Things really went down hill fast.

"Come on Baby. He made you feel like shit, let me teach him a lesson." Wade tried to persuade pulling me close and putting his hands on my waist.

"No Wade. You're not killing him. You've been doing so well, you've gone a whole 2 months without killing anyone. Don't throw that all away for him. Come on baby, calm down and help me with everyone else." I pleaded looking into his eyes and placing my hands on either side of his face.

"Fine but if he says one more thing not even Hulk could hold me back." He sighed bringing me in for a brief kiss.

"NOT IN FRONT OF US!" Dad yelled all anger seemingly averted to Wade.

"Geeze old man, calm down it was just a kiss. Not as if I fucked him right in front of you is it?" Wade told him sarcastically.

"Stop before your killed." I warned him.

"Mmmm. You're no fun." Wade told me.

"This is all beside the point. Banner's Hulked our and Hulk is not happy about Flash. He's coming straight towards everyone." Nat warned looking at something F.R.I.D.A.Y shown her.

"Oh god." I said as everyone rushed back into the living room to find my class huddled in a corner with Hulk slowly advancing.

Me and Nat ran out infront of them and our hands up to indicate for him to stop. Hulk looked between me and the group with confusion.

"They're mean to spider boy. Why be nice?" Hulk asked.

"Because it's what we do. We're nice to people despite them being mean to us because otherwise we'd be as bad as them. We don't want to be as bad as them. We want to be better. Do you understand?" I explained to Hulk slowly.

"Yes I understand spider boy." Hulk slightly sulked and walked over to a different side of the room where he turned back into Banner.

"How can you do that?" Someone asked hesitantly.

"Do what?" I questioned confused.

"Calm him down. I thought only black widow could do that." They explained baffled.

"Well you thought wrong." I simply told them with a shrug as I walked back over to the couch and sat on Wades lap much to my Dad's disappointment.

"Okay then, what movie should we watch?" Pops asked trying to change the topic and succeeding.

"Okay this is how we're doing it. If you want horror move to the right side of the room. If you want comedy stand to the left." Dad spoke. The majority, including myself and Wade, moved to the right.

"Okay, Annabelle Creation to the right, It to the left." The majority stayed at the right.

"It's settled." Pops announces turning the tv on and playing the movie.

Everyone found somewhere to sit, Dad on Pop obviously, then everyone else who lived at the tower, Ned and MJ squeezed onto the couches. The rest of my class sat on the floor that was covered in blankets, pillows and other types of bedding. It looked quite comfy but nothing was as comfy as Wade.

"So, Parker, how come you're buddy buddy with all of the Avengers?" Flash asked once the movie begun.

"I told you, I'm Mr Starks personal intern and so I met everyone." I lied.

"It's so weird to hear you call me Mr Stark again." Dad pointed out making us all laugh but confused my class.

"Don't start calling me Steve again, too weird." Pops requested earning a few more laughs.

"Alright Cap'ain." I said making us again, laugh a little.

"So, Peter, how did you get your internship?" Al asked.

"Well, it's a long story." I told him trying to think of one on the spot.

"I secretly sent out a message to collages and High schools near by and asked for their most brightest and promising students. I got almost two hundred responses but one from Midtown high stuck out. A boy who couldn't do PE to save his life but could do a university level science equation in his sleep. Sounded like me when I was younger so I spoke with him and after a few trials including him and some other candidates I went with Peter. One of the best decisions I ever made." Dad informed them, lying slightly, making me blush and look down.

"How did that lead to all of this?" Al further questioned gesturing to me and the rest of the Avengers.

"Well, with being his personal intern I followed him everywhere and into meeting for both Stark Industries and the Avengers. He also let me stay here when my aunt had to work late, this then turned into me spending the weekend here most times and some school night. With me spending so much time here I met them all, I was a little awkward at first but got used to them and then the jokes started which turned to minor pranks which turned into Parnell wars which turned into me finding a family in the most unsuspected way." I spoke fondly smiling at the memories of first meeting them and the first prank pulled, Clint decided it would be funny to put shaving cream in all of my pockets and shoes.

"Wow, must be amazing, knowing you can come here at whatever time you want and have the Avengers back you. You're a lucky kid Parker, I'll give you that." Al said.

"I know I am." I spoke, mostly to myself as I took Wade's hand in mine.

"How did your relationship start?" Hayley, a girl from my class, asked.

"That is an interesting story that I'm sure Wade would love to tell." I said smirking slightly.

"Well, I have a tendency to brake in the tower and one time I ran into the living room escaping Stark and found Peter sat on this couch watching Star Wars surrounded my blankets, pillows and junk food. I walked over, sat next to him and had a lovely conversation with him about Star Wars and Star Trek, it was very engaging. Then Stark ruined it by kicking me out and giving me a lecture on communicating with his intern. I clearly didn't listen and came here more often to speak to him, on one of my trips my crush grew too strong and plucked up the courage to ask him out. He said yes much to Starks distaste. We went on a date, shared a kiss and decided to make it official, this was 8 months, 4 days, 32 minutes and 54 seconds ago." Wade told them smiling widely as he pulled me into a deep and loving kiss only to separated by my Dad flicking Wade's ear.

"Wow, that's so sweet." Hayley fan-girled.

Soon enough, nine thirty rolled around and we were all sent to bed, my class was showed to their shared rooms while me and Wade snuck off to my room where he followed through on his earlier promise.

To be continued...

#trans peter parker #peter parker field trip #adopted peter parker #bi peter parker #gay peter parker #peter parker #domestic avengers #ironfam #super family #superfamily #hulk #dick head flash #spideypool #wade wilson #pansexual deadpool #gay steve rodgers #gay dads #peter parker protection squad

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the many faces of tom riddle, part 2

-you dislike frank dillane’s portrayal of tom riddle only because you don’t think he’s attractive-

FULL DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS JUST MY OPINION OF A CHARACTER WHO DOESN’T HAVE THE STRONGEST CANON CHARACTERIZATION, AND THUS ALL THIS IS BASED ON MY CONCEPTUALIZATION (and this time, featuring a bit of armchair child psych from a student).

Wait, don’t clutch your pearls just yet. Compose yourself.

I am about to explain why it’s not actually that bad, and Dillane’s portrayal is vastly underappreciated.

I definitely agree that his portrayal comes off as ‘creepier’. It’s not helped by the stylistic decisions in the scene -- the smeary, green filter gives the scene a sinister quality.

Even Slughorn looks suspect here, which is somewhat appropriate, given that he is complicit in this crime.

Again, this scene is very much intended to be slightly off.

You’ll notice (and I’ll discuss this again when I talk about Coulson’s portrayal) that Dillane is almost always shot from at least slightly below, which makes the lower third of his face look bigger (and thus more menacing). The lighting also makes his eyes glow in a really unnatural way. There’s an echo-y effect to make his voice (and not Slughorn’s) sound unnerving.

People talk about how Coulson would have looked in this scene, and if he was filmed in the same way (monotone, smeary/shadowy filter, and always from below), he’d look a bit creepy, too.

But all of this, imo, is for a pretty good reason. Slughorn isn’t the POV character. Harry is. Harry is learning about how a young Lord Voldemort wheedled the secret of Horcruxes out of an unsuspecting teacher. Unlike in COS, he expects Riddle to be evil. And, so, Harry’s new perception of Tom Riddle literally colors how we perceive him.

Take this shot, for example: he does that head-tilt thing that Coulson does, and it’s actually... kind of... cute???

Imagine Dillane filmed from slightly above, like Coulson usually is, and it looks even more innocent. (I mean, come on, he does not look like he’s killed four people, does he?) It’s not hard to imagine teachers being taken in by this kind of act.

Even that little smirk he does when the camera (aka, Harry’s gaze) pans in, is for Harry’s benefit. No one else noticed that.

However, I still fail to find this creepy, like, at all. Yes, it’s a fake smile, but he’s portraying a different side of Tom Riddle to Coulson. Whereas, in COS, he’s in his vindictive, murderous element, where he’s free to express himself, in this scene, Tom Riddle is doing what he does best -- manipulating and managing appearances.

This entire scene is an act. And because Harry knows it’s an act, it should look a bit stilted.

From the Hepzibah Smith scene in the books: Voldemort smiled mechanically and Hepzibah simpered.

So, Harry is pretty adept at parsing Tom’s fake expressions.

But just look at the expressiveness in his face: he goes from brooding, he blinks, and his entire face changes to this charming (fake) smile.

At the risk of sounding elitist, I’m a bit tired of seeing the word ‘psychopath’, which is not an actual medical diagnosis recognised by any psychological or psychiatric institution, being tossed about, especially with reference to Tom Riddle (and from a neuroscience perspective, it’s doubly annoying). There’s no such thing as ‘insanity’ or ‘psychopathy’ or being ‘crazy.’

-although I use it too a shorthand in conversation to distinguish ‘canon’ Tom from his ‘softer’ OOC counterparts, I really shouldn’t-

Unfortunately, I’ve seen the ‘psychopath’ comment used time-and-time again as an excuse or a full explanation of ‘why Tom Riddle went evil’ (JKR in fact, has made a weird comment in an interview, basically saying that ‘psychopaths can’t be redeemed or learn adaptive coping skills’ or whatever), which really just goes to show the lack of understanding and compassion when personality disorders, especially, are concerned.

But what I like most about the opening of this scene, actually, is that first, listless expression. And this is where we get slightly into headcanon, but Tom Riddle is the opposite of a happy, mentally healthy teenager. By Dumbledore’s own admission, he has no real friends. He has no parental figures, no real attachments. Yes, he might derive some pride or enjoyment from being good at magic and top of his class and all that, but I really don’t think even Tom finds that truly fulfilling. There is nothing that makes him happy.

In fact, although some might perceive it as ‘creepy’, I think that listless expression is an accurate window into Tom’s psyche.

I know people aren’t big on Freud, but I think that he does make some interesting points (also, cut the guy some slack for being relatively open-minded for the Victorian Era, and inventing psychoanalysis and while yes he did say some sexist stuff, good luck finding a field of science that isn’t male-focused and makes crazy generalizations about women, especially back in the day) about the possible origins of thanatophobia, the fear of death.

According to Freud, thanatophobia is a disguise for a deeper source of concern -- he did not believe that people were capable of conceptualizing their own death to that extent. Instead, he believed that this phobia was caused by unresolved childhood conflicts that the sufferer cannot come to terms with or express emotion towards.

Now, I know Freud almost always attributes mental distress to childhood experiences, but I think in this case, it really has some merit.

According to attachment theory, the basis of how we form attachments in adulthood is dictated by learning it from experiences with caregivers in the first two years of life. We know Tom was born in an orphanage, and that he didn’t cry much as a baby, and subsequently, probably received very little attention. Compounded with possible genetic factors and his caregivers being afraid or wary of his magical abilities, he later struggled to form attachments because of this -- I would actually go so far as to say that by the time Dumbledore meets him, Tom Riddle is severely depressed.

And that flat affect and anhedonia, I think, comes over very well in Dillane’s portrayal. There’s kind of this resignation -- a very deep sadness and loneliness to his character.

Of course, he doesn’t derive any comfort or fulfillment from human interaction, because (to borrow the description from the Wikipedia article on ‘Reactive attachment disorder’, which Tom meets all the criteria for) he has a “grossly disturbed internal working model of relationships.” In other words, he is unresponsive to all offers of attachment because of this unacknowledged trauma.

(You could arguably class Tom as having an avoidant attachment style, but I think in his case the trauma and its effect on him are severe enough to call it disordered.)

RAD isn’t particularly well-characterized (especially neurologically) and quite new in the literature, but here are some links if anyone is interested in doing a bit of digging: Link 1 | Link 2 | Paper 1 | Paper 2

And, instead of trying to resolve this conflict in a healthy way, or at least recognize that this is why he can’t be happy and try to learn how to cope from there, he (a) represses the desire for human attachment and (b) funnels that negative emotion into being the fault of Death, the Grim Reaper (again, to borrow Freudian terms).

And we all know how that turned out...

(And now, this should go without saying, but psychoanalyzing fictional characters has nothing to do with assigning a morality to mental disorders. Mental illness is neither a cause nor an excuse for criminal behavior -- in the same way that the cycle of violence is a phenomenon, not an excuse. Tom Riddle did not become a genocidal murderer because, in common parlance, he was a ‘psychopath’ -- he was not necessarily ‘predisposed’ to evil and could just as easily chosen to not follow the path that he did -- instead, he willingly made poor choices. This is a descriptive analysis, not a justification -- a ‘how’, not a ‘why’)

Here’s a Carl Jung quote that articulates it better:

“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”

Yes, he’s a bit stiff (and a lot more formal than in COS during his *conversation* with Harry). But, and here comes the controversial bit, this is appropriate for a portrayal of a schoolboy in the 1940s. The upright posture is accurate -- respectful, polite -- everything Tom Riddle would have been expected to be (and even Coulson, in that scene with Dumbledore in COS, is quite stiff). Even the way he looks at Slughorn and maintains eye contact is very *respectful.*

And, Dillane (I think he’s seventeen or eighteen here) actually looks like a believable sixteen-year-old. I’m sorry, I love Coulson’s portrayal as well, but he looks around nineteen in COS; so in HBP, he probably would have looked at least twenty-two or so. (Sorry, not sorry).

This may be influenced by my own interpretation of the character (because I imagine Tom always looks young for his age, and Dillane fits that archetype, but I don’t think that’s very popular), but I think young Tom Riddle is supposed to be *cute* and a bit stiff/shy/awkward (being charming and awkward is very much possible), if you consider the way Dippet and Slughorn treat him.

To support this, he says very few words to Hepzibah Smith (in the book, that scene’s not in the movie), and is very... bashful and coy during the whole interaction? I think yes, he’s charismatic, but he’s not loud, suave, openly flirtatious or particularly verbose. Tom Riddle should have a quiet magnetism, and to me, that came across in Dillane’s portrayal.

"I'd be glad to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me," said Voldemort quietly, and Hepzibah gave another girlish giggle.

...

"Are you all right, dear?"

"Oh yes," said Voldemort quietly. "Yes, I'm very well. ..."

Even the ‘ugly, greedy look’ described in the books, when Slughorn starts spilling his secrets, is there. This is how he’s supposed to look! Slughorn glimpses it, but doesn’t understand its significance. Harry does.

“Slughorn looked deeply troubled now: He was gazing at Riddle as though he had never seen him plainly before, and Harry could tell that he was regretting entering into the conversation at all.”

Remember the context of this moment, as well: He’s just discovered how to create multiple Horcruxes. Excuse him for looking a bit creepy (if not now, then when?).

Here’s two direct quotes of Harry’s impression of Tom Riddle in that scene:

“But Riddle's hunger was now apparent; his expression was greedy, he could no longer hide his longing.”

“Harry had glimpsed his face, which was full of that same wild happiness it had worn when he had first found out that he was a wizard, the sort of happiness that did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less human. . . .”

Tom Riddle’s Horcruxes are a direct metaphor for his refusal to allow himself to heal from his trauma -- instead, he continues to inflict destruction on himself and others.

His desire to continue creating more Horcruxes sort of resounds with the fact that self-harm can also become a compulsion.

I’d also like to digress a bit to discuss the Gaunt Ring, while we’re at it. While we’ve talked about his attachment issues in general, this discussion is particularly pertinent to father figures. And while Tom’s attachment issues are extensive, I think there’s ample evidence that as a child, he craved acknowledgement and acceptance from a father figure -- the man who gave him the only thing Tom truly owned -- his name. He would have had a vaguely defined mother figure in Mrs. Cole, perhaps.

"You see that house upon the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was.... He didn’t like magic, my father ... He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage ... but I vowed to find him ... I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name ... Tom Riddle. ..."

We know that by June of 1943 (COS flashback) Tom has already uncovered the truth of his parentage; he knows he is the Heir of Slytherin via the Gaunt line, and he describes himself to Dippet as ‘Half-blood, sir. Witch mother, Muggle father.’

In Part 1, I discussed the high probability that as a presumed ‘Mudblood’, Tom Riddle was treated rather poorly in Slytherin House. But by this scene in the fall of 1943, he is surrounded by a group of adoring hangers-on. Why?

In my opinion; the Gaunt Ring. We know that Tom stopped wearing it after school, so its sentimental value couldn’t have been that great. We know he likes to collect objects (which I believe stems from his attachment issues -- he seeks comfort in things instead of other people).

Signet rings (such as the one belonging to Tutankhamun seen above) were used to stamp legal documents and such, in order to certify someone’s identify -- like an e-certificate, if you will. Like Tutankhamun’s ring, the Gaunt Ring bears an identifying symbol -- Marvolo Gaunt tells us proudly that it bears the Peverell family crest.

By the Middle Ages, anyone of influence, including the nobility, wore a signet ring. Rings in antiquity were auspicious -- they signified power, legitimacy, and authority. And so, I believe that all the Sacred Twenty-Eight families would have worn these, too.

And so, bearing the Gaunt Ring would have established Tom Riddle, symbolically and in the eyes of the Sacred Twenty-Eight (his future supporters and followers), as the legitimate heir to the House of Gaunt. This is why, I believe, Tom coveted the ring as soon as he saw it -- not just because it was a family heirloom, and not just because he thought it was a pretty toy for his collection.

(He curses it so that no one else but him can wear the Gaunt Ring safely.)

This is why, to make the legitimization literal as well as symbolic, Tom murders his father and grandparents. It’s not just an act of vindictive, murderous rage due to his perception of being rejected by his father (although it is that, too). And so, Tom, abandoning his search for a father figure (and possibly also giving up on the possibility to allow himself to heal from his own personal trauma rather than continue to inflict it on others), ‘cleanses’ his bloodline, to make himself truly legitimate. It’s rather telling that instead of affirming his legitimacy as a Riddle, which would have put him in line for a nice inheritance, and hey -- money is money -- (thus accepting his half-blood status), he simply kills them all. He has done all the murdering he needs to become immortal (and he hasn’t had the discussion about multiple Horcruxes yet); but yet, he does it again. Frightening stuff.

(Just look how the others look at Tom. All but the one to his left -- possibly Nott, Rosier, or Mulciber -- have their torsos turned towards him. Their attention is on him, while he knowingly regards the viewer/Harry. Tom seems a little uncomfortable with the attention.).

“And there were the half-dozen teenage boys sitting around Slughorn with Tom Riddle in the midst of them, Marvolo's gold-and-black ring gleaming on his finger.”

...

“Riddle smiled; the other boys laughed and cast him admiring looks.”

...

“Tom Riddle merely smiled as the others laughed again. Harry noticed that he was by no means the eldest of the group of boys, but that they all seemed to look to him as their leader.”

The ‘gang’ are true hangers-on; Tom doesn’t seem to pay them much attention.

So, if not via careful flattery or charisma, the attraction must be status.

And perhaps yet more telling...

"I don't know that politics would suit me, sir," he said when the laughter had died away. "I don't have the right kind of background, for one thing." “A couple of the boys around him smirked at each other. Harry was sure they were enjoying a private joke, undoubtedly about what they knew, or suspected, regarding their gang leader's famous ancestor.”

That, in my opinion, is as good as we’re going to get as proof that Tom’s shiny new signet ring (and by extension, his new status) made a big impression on his fellow students.

So, when he returns to Hogwarts, he is ‘pureblood’. He is cleansed of his Muggle roots, and becomes the legitimate heir of the House of Gaunt, now well on his way to becoming Lord Voldemort...

Watch the scene again, with a critical eye, and imagine Slughorn’s perspective, instead of Harry’s. There’s nothing creepy about Tom Riddle... unless you know what he is...

Strip away all the effects of Harry’s gaze (and notice, here he’s still looking at Harry), and he’s quite the charmer, actually.

(I will concede that I don’t like the promotional images where they have him looking like he’s up to no good. And I do wish he blinked once in a while.)

My challenge to you: Rewatch the scene with an open mind, and let me know if you agree that Dillane’s portrayal comes off as depressive rather than ‘creepy.’ And if not, why do you dislike his portrayal?

#tom riddle #character analysis #character study #the many faces of #tom marvolo riddle #frank dillane #i literally could not find any pictures other than these #literal crumbs i swear #i know this is unpopular #people really dislike him i guess #watch the scene again with an open mind i promise you'll like it #i seriously do think he did a good job #tw: mention of child abuse #tw: mention of self-harm #i'm not trying to oversimplify things but you can't deny that maybe if tom was hugged as a child it would have helped #say it with me: psychopathy is not an actual medical diagnosis #it's actual more of a legal/criminal justice term #and people just use it as a synonym for 'evil' at this point so the original meaning is pretty much obscured #and personality disorders should not be moralized #people with personality disorders are not 'evil'

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Welcome Home

A/N: Hi everyone! This is an old fic that I’m re-posting for those who want to read it. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language and Smut.

I knew my family was different the moment I found out my adoptive father was Batman. I was just a ten-year-old girl when I snuck down the stairs at midnight for a drink of water and spotted Batman leaving a trail of blood from his study and calling out for Alfred for help. The moment our eyes locked, Bruce instantly knew that I was clearly aware of his secret. He had also confessed it was him who saved me from a shootout that my parents were involved in and that it was him, as Batman. I felt I owed Bruce my own life for saving me, and I vowed to keep my father’s secret and pray that he would return home safely every night back to me.

It didn’t help that I soon discovered my adoptive older brother Dick Grayson was Robin. Not only did I have to keep his secret as well, but it made it more impossible to not have a crush on him. I mean, Dick has such a charming personality, beautiful baby blue eyes, and a devilish smile that can make any girl crawl on her hands and knees. And that ass…

I later found myself becoming the second Robin once Dick left to assume his own identity, Nightwing. Bruce trusted me, and he saw potential in me the second I told him I couldn’t see myself being a hero forever. Perhaps he never really wanted me to be his sidekick and figured if I got it out of my system that I could resume my life as a sixteen-year-old and do normal teenager activities. As if my life was normal anyways.

But things changed as soon as I was finally embracing myself as a hero. Bruce had taken in a new kid, Jason Todd. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, and a mysterious kid, who had never even spoken to me unless he had to. I don’t think my age helped the situation either; I was a couple of years older than him and he may not have seen me as an equal. But of course, the dark haired, icy blue eyed, bad attitude boy was given the Robin title, and I was removed because of a patrol-gone-wrong situation.

Stupid Harley Quinn and her baseball bat. Who knew one hit to my knee could bench me for two months (Alfred added an additional five months of rest).

Then the unthinkable happened. The second Robin was killed by the Joker. Jason Todd’s death put Bruce into a depression, and he swore he would never put another kid’s life in danger. Our father and daughter relationship broke apart before my very eyes. I spent my remaining teenage years in the mansion isolated, except for Alfred’s loving company.

I had graduated high school on time and I quickly decided to go to Gotham University to escape the Bat family. Before I moved out, I discovered Bruce had taken in another kid, Tim Drake, who was currently the new Robin. Was I hurt? Of course, I felt I was somehow replaced. Would I miss the Bat family? Maybe. Maybe not.

I did in fact wish the new younger Robin good luck. When Tim looked up at me, his light blue eyes were so innocent and frightened about me leaving him behind. I didn’t know why he would be so upset about me leaving; wouldn’t he want all of Bruce’s attention without me hanging around the mansion?

Now I’m twenty-one-years-old, and I’m still a student at Gotham University. Alfred had just called and informed me Bruce wants me back home.

As I sit in a taxi while anxiously waiting to pull up to Wayne Manor, I honestly don’t know why Bruce wants me back at home. Alfred has kept me up to date about the Bat family incidents and activities I have missed out those few years such as:

Dick Grayson becoming a womanizer (I saw it coming) and how he’s juggling working as a police officer and Nightwing. He’s still the favorite and golden child in Bruce’s eyes.

Jason Todd is back from the dead, and he’s currently operating his own team: Red Hood and the Outlaws (who knew he was leadership material underneath that thick skull of his?).

Tim Drake is Red Robin (does the fast food chain restaurant know about his superhero name?), and he’s currently assisting the Teen Titans when necessary while simultaneously aiding Bruce with detective work.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s unknown biological child. I think he’s about fifteen-years-old now; from what I remember the last time I spoke to Alfred. I met Damian once, when Bruce asked me to meet him once Talia al Ghul practically dropped him off at Bruce’s doorstep. The boy was a little shit: bratty, stuck up, and insensitive. Even though he is the spitting image of Bruce, minus the different colored eyes (Bruce has blue and Damian’s are green), Damian claims he is set to take over the cowl when Bruce is either dead or done. God help us all…

But I still can’t figure out why I am needed back home. Is Alfred sick? Is Bruce dying after fighting all these years? Is it one of my brothers?

I jump in surprise once the taxi comes to a hard stop. After paying the man, I grab my duffel bag and I climb the front steps that I suddenly remember jumping off them as a kid. Alfred scolded me many times, and I still did it because being bad was fun.

I scoff loudly, and I jump down the five steps that would have given Alfred a heart attack. Maybe I haven’t changed as much as I thought.

I find the wooden front door unlocked, which is odd considering Alfred always makes sure to lock it. As a matter of fact, Alfred hasn’t greeted me like he always does when I come home. Where is Alfred?

After I unwrap my scarf, I pull my hoodie over my head to be more comfortable in the warm house. Sadly, I forgot to do laundry yesterday, so I came home in just my black yoga pants and red tank top. What would Alfred say?

I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen barefoot. Pulling my long hair into a ponytail, I notice a note on the counter that’s written for me. I unfold the note and stare at the nicest, well done cursive handwriting only one man can do here.

Dear Lady Y/N,

I sincerely apologize for not being there to greet you properly. Master Bruce had wanted me to take my holiday to London early, and Lord knows I can use a week to myself after stitching up countless wounds, tidying up bedrooms and Bat caves, and playing messenger between you and your father. I have a cooked roast with garlic mash potatoes in the refrigerator if you are hungry. Do heat it up and perhaps show your father and brothers how to use the microwave.

I dearly love you and the boys,

Love Alfred Pennyworth

P.S.

Look into the highest cabinet above the refrigerator, and you will discover a jar of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies just for you.

I grin widely, and before I can turn around and find the cookies, I’m stuck between the counter and a tall, hard body behind me. I freeze.

“Welcome home, Y/N. I missed you so much,” Bruce whispers in my ear. I can feel his hot breath above my shoulder and neck. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne fills my nostrils. His large hands rub my legs and grip onto my hips very hard. “Did you miss me?”

“H-hi dad. W-what are you doing?” I ask softly, but I know it came out like a whisper. One of his hands is holding my waist, while the other caresses my abdomen. It feels strange considering Bruce is supposed to be my father, and we shouldn’t be this close or even touching each other. But a part of me wants to keep feeling his hands on me and see what he does next.

“Holding you. Smelling you. Touching you,” he answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He breathes harder when I press my backside against his front by accident. “It appears you want this too. Am I correct, Y/N?”

His hand pulls down my yoga pants enough, so he can reach into my underwear. Bruce continues to breathe hard from his nose when his fingers find my core. His thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, while he pushes two fingers inside me. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from coming out of me, but he appears he’ll have none of that. He stops fingering me.

“You better be loud, or I won’t let you cum, Y/N.”

Before I can beg him to keep going, he turns my face, so I can look him in those cold, pale blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re…not a virgin.” Bruce’s face is twisted in pleasure from just fingering me, but I can tell his lips are trembling and there’s a soft but pleading look in his eyes. This must hurt him as much as it’s hurting me.

“I-I’m not,” I confess, and wonder if he would change his mind if I said I was.

“Who was it with?” Bruce demands. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck before he bites on my soft spot. I hiss in pain and I grind into him again.

“Josh Mitchell. I was sixteen,” I answer harshly.

“Was he any good?”

Before I can answer, Bruce shoves the front of my body onto the counter, while he pulls down my yoga pants. My adrenaline is rushing, and I can feel myself wetting the counter from just his roughness. I can feel him unzip his pants and I can already imagine this thick, hard cock fucking me into oblivion.

“No, no he wasn’t good at all!” I cry out.

“Good, I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Bruce says, as he starts to stroke himself. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

I want to turn around and watch him jack off. Hearing him pleasure himself isn’t enough. Bruce then jams two fingers back into my pussy and I whimper loudly. It has been too long since I’ve been intimate with a man. I need his cock now!

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do I need to remind you who you are supposed to answer to?” he says seriously before adding a third finger inside me. I grip the counter and I breathe harder. I find myself rubbing my pussy on the edge of the smooth countertop for more friction, but he grabs my hips and stops me. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, Y/N, or should I leave you here, so you can dry hump the countertop alone?”

I growl louder, while my nails scratch the counter top. “YES! Yes, I want you to fuck me, Dad!”

As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately wonder if I killed the mood. Why would I call him ‘dad’ when we’re about to have hot, rough sex in the kitchen? I need to apologize. I push myself up on my elbows and I shift my head to the side to apologize. I open my mouth to speak but stop when Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he growls as he slams his thick cock inside me.

I moan louder than I have in my entire life. His cock fills me up so much that I fear I won’t be able to walk straight for the next week or two. Bruce lifts my legs up and continues to shove me against the counter with every hard thrust. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me. The man is practically drilling into me with no kindness at all.

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So wet and so hot,” Bruce groans out. With each thrust, I can feel he wants to let go and fuck me like he owns me.

“Go ahead, Dad. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours,” I tempt him playfully.

Bruce growls and rams his cock faster into me. He keeps knocking the air out from my lungs, and I can feel my body pulsating against his. I grip the countertop harder each time, and I know my knuckles are turning white and becoming numb every second. With one hand on my hips, Bruce moves his other hand up my tank top to hold my tits.

“No bra? You’re a bad girl,” Bruce says in between panting.

“I forgot to do laundry,” I choke out.

“Excuses,” he manages to say, as he holds me up more, so he can penetrate me deeper. His cock is hitting a deeper spot in me. It must be my g-spot, because I have read about it but never actually felt it to know. I can feel myself clenching his dick tightly, and I know I’m getting closer to release. “You wanted me and your brothers to see your tits, huh?”

“Maybe,” I cry out louder than what I intended to. Fuck, what if one of my brothers hears me? They’ll really think I’m insane for fucking our father and for loving it every second. Bruce readjusts our position once more, so he can hit that spot continuously. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet, you better not!” Bruce growls, and drills into me harder and faster. With his powerful thrusts and the constant friction from the countertop on my clit, I know for a fact that I can’t last longer. His hands hold onto my hips while he fucks me harder than before.

I become a moaning mess. I can feel my mouth drop open because I feel liquid coming out from my core. Did I just squirt? What the hell is happening to me?

The sounds of skin on skin is louder because of my mess. I drop my head onto the counter while Bruce continues to fuck me. Before I can catch my breath, Bruce chuckles and lifts me up. “I just made you squirt. That has never happened before, has it?”

“No, that was my first time,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses my neck.

“You’re so wet,” Bruce grunts into my ear. Breathing heavily, he lifts my hips again, so he can rub my clit with his fingers. “You’re making a mess all over my cock. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I’m your bad girl,” I moan out, as I can feel another orgasm threatening to take over my body.

“Fuck yes, you are!” Bruce groans, and continues to shove his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

With every rough thrust, I know Bruce won’t last. I whimper once more when my pussy clenches his dick as he fucks me through my orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, Bruce pulls out and turns me over onto my back. He jacks himself off as I watch his cum spurt out all over my stomach.

Just seeing his hard, veiny thick cock before me turns me on once more. I lick my lips at how the tip of his dick glistens with his cum.

Bruce sighs heavily, and just when I think I should try to get up and clean myself, he pulls me up and kisses me. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, and we explore each other’s mouths as if this was our last chance to. He pulls away from me and rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re mine, Y/N. You belong to me, and the Batfamily. I don’t care who wants you, because you will never give them what you have given me. Do you understand?” Bruce asks, before giving me his famous bat glare.

“I understand, and I promise,” I swear before he kisses me once more.

“Good, now go wash up,” Bruce instructs before he helps me off the counter.

I grab a paper towel and wipe Bruce’s cum off my stomach before I pull up my yoga pants. As soon as I toss the damped paper towel into the trash, I immediately notice Dick Grayson is standing there at the entrance of the kitchen staring at me with fire in his eyes.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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wlntrsldler · 4 years

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where’s my love (fred weasley x malfoy!reader)

PROMPT: Y/N Malfoy is allowed back to live with her family in Malfoy Manor after spending 6 years studying at Ilvermorny. She’s the black sheep of her family and now that she’s attending Hogwarts, she’s doing everything in her power to drive her father mad. Nothing else drives her father crazy than a Weasley, so why not date one? (fred weasley x malfoy! reader; fake dating au)

WARNINGS: none for now.

WC: 2K+

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PROLOGUE

“My dear,” your mother, Narcissa gasped, walking over to engulf you in her arms. She hugged you tightly, the tears from her eyes falling slowly on your exposed shoulders. “I’ve missed you terribly.”

“I’ve missed you too, mother,” you confessed, dropping your bags to the side of your feet to return her gesture. You pulled away, wiping the tears still streaming down her face. “Six years is a long time.”

Her face dropped at your words, looks of guilt and shame taking over her features. She knew that six years away from your family must’ve been difficult for you. You knew that if it was up to her, you would’ve stayed at home with her and Draco, and studied at Hogwarts as planned. But it wasn’t up to her.

“He doesn’t know you’re back,” she whispered, her smile reaching her eyes. She squealed in delight, happy that both of her children were now home and for the moment— safe. “He’s going to be so excited.”

“Do you think he’ll still like having me around?” you asked, nervously chewing on your bottom lip. “Like I said, six years is a long time and he’s a teenager now. What if he doesn’t want to see me anymore?”

“Nonsense, he begs us to visit you every winter,” she took the bags from your hands, ushering you to go up the stairs. “Second door to your right.”

You nodded, swallowing your fears and apprehensions down. You took in a deep breath, listening to the way the floors still creaked under your feet like when you were a child, running up and down the empty corridors with a young Draco behind you. You smiled fondly at the memory, remembering the giggles of a lively boy with the blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Draco was your best friend, your baby brother, the one you swore to protect.

You knew even from a young age that your family was involved with Dark Magic, a practice you were never truly fond of. Your father hated your disapproval of your family’s history. He saw it in the way you were as a child and he hated the way you tried to get Draco as far away from his birthright as much as possible.

To Lucius, that was enough to send you off and away from the Malfoy name.

You stopped in front of the unfamiliar door, heart in your throat. Softly, you knocked on the wooden door, waiting for a response from the other side. You heard an incoherent noise from the other side, taking it as a sign to enter.

Draco was sitting at his desk, back turned from the door. In his hand was his quill, the ink gliding flawlessly on his parchment. He had a drawer opened beside him and from where you stood, revealed piles and piles of sealed letters. You watched him silently, admiring how grown up your brother had become. He was definitely taller now and his features were more defined. He looked like a perfect mix of both your parents, the perfect Malfoy. You wiped your tears from your eyes, your chest growing heavy as you realized just how much you missed your baby brother.

“Dray,” you whispered, holding yourself together. Your knees grew weak when he dropped his quill, spilling his ink all over the piece of parchment.

Only one person called him by that name. He turned around, not believing who it was that called his name. When his eyes saw your figure, leaning on his door frame, he stood up, knocking his knees on the top of his desk. He scrambled up to you, halting quickly in the middle of his bedroom. His bottom lip quivered, “Y/N? Is that really you?”

Shyly, you waved, not even bothering to wipe your tears rolling down your cheek. You approached him slowly, afraid of his reaction. “Hi, Dray.”

Draco fell apart, rushing over to you. He towered over you now, wrapping his arms around you as he sobbed into your shoulder. He shook viciously, reminding you of when he was a child having panic attacks after his lessons about Dark Magic with your father. Young Draco would rush into your bedroom, looking for comfort from his big sister who always fought off the darkness with her light. You pushed your own fears aside, an instinct you never lost all those years, and cradled Draco in your arms.

“I-I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he sobbed, pulling away from you.

“You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?” you teased, holding him by the shoulders. He chuckled at your attempt to ease the tension. You walked over to his desk, staring intently at the now ruined parchment. “Sorry bout that.”

“No, no,” he reassured, pointing at the opened drawer of unopened letters, “This was actually for you. I’ve been writing to you since you left. Father has never let me send any off so I was going to send them when I became of age.”

Your heart ached, realizing that the letters you wrote to your brother most likely never reached him. You reached down to retrieve some letters, eyes blurring again once you realized he’s written so much over the years. You placed the letters on his desk, walking over to give him another hug. “I missed you, brother.”

“I missed you too,” he knitted his eyebrows together, soon becoming confused as to why you were suddenly allowed back home after all those years. He watched as you walked around his room, staring at the pictures on the wall. You took notice of his Slytherin robes hanging proudly in his closet. You stopped in front of the picture of the two of you, smiling at the camera when you were younger. You could almost hear your mother’s voice counting down in the background. You touched the photo with your fingers, cherishing the roughness of the material under the pads of your fingertips.

He thought back to the final moments of last school year, after the Triwizard tournament, after Cedric’s death, after the Dark Lord’s rumored arrival. He began to remember the harsh murmurs and criticisms that people said about Harry— how he was lying about the rebirth of the Dark Lord and how it was all a part of an elaborate plan by Dumbledore to gain more power. He believed the whispers— of course, he would never pass up an opportunity to make fun of Potter— but now that you were standing in front of him, his sister that he hasn’t seen for six years, he knew that it must be true.

After a while, Draco spoke up to confirm his suspicions. “Do you know why you’re here?”

You shook your head, confusion evident in your eyes, “No.”

Draco merely nodded, turning his head to the side, unable to look you in the eye knowing that he’ll be fighting with the side you tried to help him escape from all those years. He didn’t know how to tell you that he'd accepted his fate. He’s accepted it for a while now. The dark forces that you taught him to fight against were now a part of himself. How does he fight a battle from within?

There was only one thing Fred loved more than pranking and jokes— his family. He didn’t mean to walk into their conversation, nor did he mean to sneak around and listen to his parents talk about their struggles. He simply wanted a glass of water in the middle of the night. He stopped on the final step of the stairs when he heard his parents’ hushed whispers from the couch.

“I don’t know how we’ll be able to afford everything this year,” Molly sighed, leaning her head against Arthur’s chest. The fire crackled in front of them, engulfing them in its warmth. “Ginny needs new books this year. The old ones are too worn out to be considered books. We’ll have to dig into our Christmas funds to afford it.”

Arthur tightened his grip around her, “I’m sure they won’t mind that they’ll have to settle for scarves and vests instead of sweaters this year.”

“Oh, I know,” she fussed, “Our children will always be grateful but I just wish they were able to have a good Christmas.”

“We always make it work, don’t we?” Arthur reassured her, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out this year too.”

Fred tiptoed back up the steps, careful not to make much noise. On his way up, he couldn’t help but start to doubt himself. He and George began to talk about the possibility of leaving school next year in order to start a joke shop. It seemed like a great idea at first, how could it not? It was their biggest dream to start one. But now after Fred heard his mother’s hushed concerns, he couldn’t help but second guess himself.

Where would they get the money from? How do they know they’ll even be successful? What if outside of Hogwarts their pranks were considered boring and immature? What if they’re meant for nothing else but for the corridors of their school?

Fred pushed the door to his shared bedroom with George softly, cringing as the hinges squeaked. George stirred in his sleep, an annoyed groan escaping his lips. He was always a light sleeper. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, “Any louder, Freddie?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, tucking himself back in his bed— only he didn’t lay flat on his pillow. He sat up, wondering, guessing.

George took note of it, copying his brother’s actions. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising one eyebrow, “Well, what’s on your mind?”

Fred sighed, looking curiously at his twin, “What if we just stayed at school and worked for the Ministry?”

George let out a snort, laughing quietly in the dark. He froze after realizing Fred wasn’t laughing with him. He gulped, “Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he stated, shrugging. Even in the dark, unable to make out the expression on each other’s faces, George knew his brother was afraid. Fred continued, “I mean, would it be so bad? At least we’d make a decent living, right? Help out mum and dad?”

“I suppose.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“But can you see us working in a cubicle for the rest of our lives, Freddie?” George asked. “Because if you say yes then I’m inclined to believe that you’re actually Percy who drank Polyjuice potion to look like my twin brother.”

“I’m me, you git,” Fred threw a pillow at George, laughing slightly at his comments. “I just… I don’t know, Georgie. I want to help mum and dad, not add on to their plate.”

“Believe me when I say that they’ll get a load off once we move out of here.”

The two boys chuckled at the statement, knowing it was most likely true. They did hog the food, leaving virtually none for Ginny and their parents. However, Ron also ate for a village so in all honesty, it’s not all their fault. A comfortable silence fell upon them, the creaking of the stairs an indicator that their parents were finally turning in for the night. It made Fred smile knowing that they were finally going to get some rest.

“Georgie?” Fred broke the silence after a while. A half-asleep George mumbled into his pillow. Fred took it as a sign to continue, “You reckon mum and dad would still love us if we started our joke shop?”

“Mate, I reckon mum and dad will love us regardless of what we do.”

Fred was content with that answer. He moved down to rest his head on his pillow, closing his eyes as he began to drift away. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he would start to come up with new Weasley products to sell next school year. New batches and new designs to start the year off strong. He and George will make money, enough to save for their lot at Diagon Alley, and enough to sneak into their parents’ Christmas fund. Whatever it may take, Fred will somehow find a way to provide for his family. He solemnly swears.

A/N: AHHH here’s my fred fic!!! i’m so excited for this fic. this fic will be very heavy on family name/ reputation. also, draco is good in this fic (kinda) he’ll still be canon asshole draco but deep down he’s a good guy (as you can see in this prologue)

also, this fic is based on where’s my love (acoustic) by syml

i’m tagging everyone who expressed excitement for this fic but i won’t tag you in the next part unless you let me know directly that you’re still interested! thanks guys!

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accio-draco · 4 years

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twist of fate | eight

in which y/n is in the same situation as draco

Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.

Word count: 1k

Warning: use of force and non-consensual things (not of a sexual nature)

Midnight.

Y/N slipped out of bed, dressed still in her school uniform, and crept out of her dormitory. Padding down the dark corridor, she remembered the way to the Room of Requirement from her Common Room.

She waited outside the Room of Requirement where they had agreed to meet. Draco wasn't here yet, so Y/N assumed she was early. Minutes passed, but he still didn't show. If only she had a watch.

"Y/L/N." Snape's voice broke the silence.

Y/N jumped. Snape had seemed to come out of nowhere, scaring her. Oh shit, she thought, I'm in trouble now.

"I believe you are waiting for Mr Malfoy, no?" Y/N nodded. "He's already gone."

"Gone?" Y/N repeated, her voice urgent. "Gone where?"

"Malfoy Manor. We've been summoned for a meeting." Snape explained. "Come with me."

Y/N and Snape arrived at the Manor. When they entered the drawing-room, it already had occupants. Draco, like Snape had said, Draco's mother and father, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Y/N's father and of course, Voldemort himself.

"Ah, Y/N." Voldemort greeted. "Thank you for joining us. Take a seat."

It wasn't an offer, it was an order. Y/N's heart pounded as she took a seat in a chair pressed up against the wall. On either side of her stood her father and Greyback, as though on guard.

Across the room stood Draco, beside his parents. He looked equally as terrified as Y/N, but only for a split second, after which he looked ahead stoically, avoiding Y/N's gaze.

"Thank you all for coming tonight," Voldemort said. No one dared to say anything. "We're all here to check on young Draco and Y/N. To make sure they are getting on with their respective tasks."

Voldemort moved towards Draco. Y/N saw Draco's mother squeeze his hand in reassurance. Draco bowed his head in respect to the Dark Lord.

"Draco," Voldemort leered. "How have you been finding your task?"

Draco kept his eyes averted, staring at the floor instead. "Challenging, my Lord. I've been working to repair a Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. It's difficult, but every day I make progress."

"And how does this Cabinet help with your task?"

Draco swallowed. "It has a sister, at Borgin and Burkes. It means, once I've fixed it, you can enter Hogwarts without apparating."

Bellatrix gasped and laughed menacingly. Draco's father, Lucius, looked proud of his son for once. Voldemort looked pleased. He nodded, moving away from Draco.

"Y/N," said the Dark Lord, turning to look at her. "I trust he is telling the truth."

Y/N nodded. Then her father jabbed her with his elbow, prompting her to speak up. "Yes, my Lord." She replied.

"Tell me, Y/N, does Draco know of your task?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed. Something wasn't quite right. "Yes." She admitted, knowing the consequences if she lied.

"And, do you know of Draco's?"

"No, my Lord."

This answer did not seem to please the Dark Lord. He thought she was lying. A looked to Fenrir Greyback.

A large pair of hands grabbed Y/N's shoulders, pulling her up. She flinched at the shock and the dull pain from Greyback's claws grazing her skin. Y/N willed herself to not show her fear or look to Draco for help. He wouldn't help her here.

"Severus," Voldemort commanded. "The Veritiserum."

Snape pulled a vial of Veritaserum out of his robes, placing it in Voldemort's outstretched hand. Y/N's father took the vial, unstoppered it and forced the liquid down Y/N's throat while Greyback restrained her.

Y/N's heart pounded and she could barely keep her breathing under control. She had known something wasn't right, but she didn't know what.

"I hope you don't mind, Y/N," Voldemort sneered. "I just want to ask you a few questions."

Y/N knew she couldn't lie, so she kept her mouth shut. She had no choice but to answer the questions.

"Would you say you and Draco are friends?" Voldemort asked.

The less Y/N said, the better. "Yes, my Lord."

"Perhaps more than friends?" Voldemort persisted.

"Getting involved in teenager's love lives, are we?"

Y/N was struck across the face. The sound of her slap echoed through the drawing-room. She'd been hit enough times to know exactly who hit her. The only person whose ever hit her was her father.

"Don't you dare talk back to the Dark Lord!" Her father bellowed.

Y/N's cheek stung, filling her eyes with tears that she fought to keep down.

"Volkan," Voldemort warned. "I'll make this quick, shall I? Have you and Draco talked about running away together?"

At the mention of his name, Draco looked up from the floor for the first time since Y/N had arrived. Y/N had no idea how Voldemort knew this. But Draco did.

"Yes," Y/N said.

"Is that so?" asked Voldemort.

Lucius glowered at Y/N. It was clear to him that she was tainting his precious son. Y/N ignored his glare.

"We talked about running away from Hogwarts. To join you permanently, my Lord." Y/N blurted. "We are afraid that after we have completed the task, we will no longer be of use to you and therefore left behind."

Voldemort stepped towards Y/N. "My dear Y/N, we would never leave you behind. Did we not welcome you with open arms when you joined us this summer?"

"Of course, my Lord. But we worry that. because we're just children, we aren't of as much use to you as others."

"I can assure you, that is not the case. But you will not be running from Hogwarts. That is the only place where you are more powerful than I."

Snape stepped forward. "My Lord, if you are finished, may I return to Hogwarts with Malfoy and Y/L/N before someone notices they are missing?"

The Dark Lord signalled to Greyback to release Y/N. "Very well, Severus. Draco, keep us updated on your progress with the Cabinet."

With her face throbbing and her shoulders aching, Y/N obediently bowed before the Dark Lord and followed behind Snape who was leading the way back to Hogwarts.

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jdgo51 · 1 year

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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR JULY 17, 2023

Safe with God

By Elaine M. Brown (Scotland, United Kingdom)

READ PSALM 121:1-8

"The peace of God that exceeds all understanding will keep your hearts and minds safe in Christ Jesus."

PHILIPPIANS 4:7 (CEB)

"'Ever since my teenage years, Psalm 121 has been important to me. At boarding school it was read to us on the last morning of each term. Verse eight was especially meaningful: “The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in” (NRSVUE). Because they were associated with the excitement of going home, those words came to have happy connotations for me.

Psalm 121 was also the psalm my husband and I chose for our wedding service a few years later. Such joyous, reassuring words as we set out into our new life together! God’s promise “The LORD is your keeper” steadied us many times over the years that followed, particularly when we lived in a remote area overseas.

Now I am a senior citizen. My husband and one son have already gone ahead of me to be with the Lord, and I am finding Psalm 121 more valuable than ever. Sometimes a challenge seems too big for me to handle now, but then I hear God’s gentle reminder, “I will keep your heart safe,” and my anxiety is eased. God has kept me through the years — and always will."' God keeps your heart safe and your entire being. He is your keeper!

TODAY'S PRAYER

"Dear Lord, we entrust ourselves to you. Whatever happens, thank you for keeping us safe in your presence." Amen.

Psalm 121:1-8

"1 I raise my eyes toward the mountains. Where will my help come from? 2 My help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth. 3 God won’t let your foot slip. Your protector won’t fall asleep on the job. 4 No! Israel’s protector never sleeps or rests! 5 The LORD is your protector; the LORD is your shade right beside you. 6 The sun won’t strike you during the day; neither will the moon at night. 7 The LORD will protect you from all evil; God will protect your very life. 8 The LORD will protect you on your journeys whether going or coming from now until forever from now. " Your protector is forever present. He becomes your shade and pushes away the evil that might befall you. You are always safe in His presence. Stay close to Him every day. Be blessed in all things. Joe

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jasontoddiefor · 3 years

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ave maria, gratia plena

Your son is the son, is the child of the Lord.

Hail, Saint Mary, patron of too many and too much to keep your head straight. The people you pass on your way through the wasteland kiss your dirty boots and want to put their hands on your growing belly, ask and demand salvation you don’t think anyone deserves or have any right to give.

If they can’t forgive themselves, it’s not your fucking job either.

They call you Holy Mother, Queen of Heavens, Immaculate Madonna full of Grace as if you didn’t lose your virginity in the back of your dead girlfriend’s car, speaking the Lord’s name in vain. As if the entire concept of motherhood didn’t screw you up when you were eight and your father yelled, wives submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord and your mother accepted his words, his hands, and all the things he pushed for until she willingly walked to the Lord when the fires scorched the earth.

You remember laughing into your girlfriend’s mouth as, for one perfect moment, you experienced paradise.

We’ll be immortal, you’d promised, drinking nectar, laying her down in a garden of glowing grass, peonies, and lilies whose scent wrapped your mind in a loose embrace until you tasted eternity. They will speak our names until the dawn of a new age.

And it would be your names. Your beloved dear Josephine. They’d know her only by that name and it would be all they ever called each other, no titles, no obligations. Sweet, darling, frail Josephine, who was too good, too honest, and too kind for a world on the edge of destructive nihilism.

They’d eaten her alive, and that was that.

Fuck that noise.

You’d kept the baby for her, your little miracle. You had no plans to become a mother. Josephine could be his mother and you’d just be his mother’s lover, chosen by a god you didn’t believe in for a job you weren’t equipped to handle.

And it had been a choice, as much as one had free will and a choice when the world was falling apart and a weak deity let their angel speak you who are highly favored, the Lord is with you. Your consent was needed, and it was given because you are not a selfish bastard. For every person abusing the apocalypse to bring ruination, there two coming together in community, communion. The act of breaking bread has always been sacred, and it is even more so when the child whose mother died in your arms cleans the water with your benevolent touch, leaves flowers blooming where there was nothing.

So you consent, not because you want to but because everything else would be spitting on the graves of all the people who died believing in a better future, having faith enough to help you survive, because Josephine smiled at you, because the archangel dressed in rags looked so tired.

What must it be like, carrying messages of such importance for a deity who loves too much to do anything at all?

In this, God is also a mother: so full of love, she drowns in it, unable to protect her children because any action would be an act against them. There is freedom in destruction, in choices.

God gave you an impossible choice and you hate them for it.

They hate themself too.

It isn’t just man who hands misery to man. Someone taught humankind self-hatred and you think it must be a deity so perfect and lonely, they create an entire race of people they can never interact with because even just the shadow of an impression of divinity would force them to love the heavens and who is left to love God freely then?

You think this is why Gabriel keeps carrying messages nobody ever spoke to them and nobody ever listens to. It fits, somehow, that Gabriel looks like one of those exhausted teenagers who used to go around screaming until they were bleeding, begging for change so they’d have a chance.

You were never one of them, so you wonder even more why God picked you. Perhaps she wanted someone to be the Lord’s mother who was as incompetent at motherhood as her. Asking Gabriel, your steady companion, holding onto a radio, is no use. They were not made to love God freely, so they play pretend, which is the most exhausting thing of all.

Hollow love, born from having a mind and a heart but no choice in using either.

I’ll love you hollowly as well, you tell your baby. I’ll love you hollow like the Cause of Our Salvation, the God-bearing Mistress.

The baby doesn’t kick your insides in joy and you are glad for it. He is as divine as his parent and he is doomed to be too full of emotions to express it.

Her son is the son, is the child of a pitiful human.

Praise Christ for he will bring glory, for he is born to a dedicated mother. Pray to them, for they were chosen by the Lord.

#christianity #bible fanfic #fanfic #original writing #i guess??#happy mother's day

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years

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Hey how about some hcs with MC as the RFA+minor trios teenage sister and how the other RFA members would react! Love your HCs btw UwU

Thank you! And sure, that’s adorable!

RFA+minor trio with MC as their teenage sister:

(Part one, part two here)

Zen:

Oh lord almighty

Um, brother? Who’s that, he’s your mom now

I like to think that MC was just a baby when Zen left his home

And they meet again after MC comes into the RFA

Zen is THRILLED he’s the best brother ever

He immediately gets attached to you, and he makes you feel at home

When he finds out about the bomb he goes crazy, he will take his bike and immediately take you to his apartment, he will also totally shit on Seven and V for letting his little sister be in a place with a bomb

Zen will also take you to all the places he shoots!

Since he is pretty famous now, he will make sure to hide your face and to make sure no one really knows your personal information, since he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

I would give Zen as a brother a 100/10, I would honesty like him more as a brother than as a partner (just my opinion tho) but IMAGINE HOW ADORABLE

Yoosung:

I think he has an older sister, so that would make him the middle child pft

He’s a really nice older brother, he’s the type that will always try to appear all ‘manly’ and brave in front of his little sister

He will totally get you into LOLOL too, you’re both like the dream team.

He’s probably the one who introduces you to the RFA, or maybe it’s Rika, because you probably met her before she ‘died’

Unlike Yoosung though, you don’t really hold a grudge with V. Even though you’re sad about what happened to you cousins you understand it wasn’t truly V’s fault.

That’s something that Yoosung and you will get into some arguments about, and it’s honestly the only reason the two of you will fight.

Of course, later you will either sneak into his apartment and cook him some food to apologize, or maybe he will come over and give you some sweets.

Also Seven absolutely loves the two of you because you’re so adorable he’s all like WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT!

Sometimes you will spend most of your days at Yoosung’s house, if he’s in clases you’ll probably play with his computer until he comes home.

The two of you will spend time both playing LOLOL and cooking, you’re the one that’s good at it tho pft, and you’re the one teaching Yoosung how to cook

Also sometimes YOU have to be the older sibling because this man doesn’t do his goddamn school work and you will not stand for it lmao

Jaehee:

For Jaehee you’re the most important thing in the world.

Since your parents died now she doesn’t have to take care only of herself, but of you too

She wants to work hard to get a very good job, and that way the two of you can move out of your relatives house as soon as possible

She wants you to enjoy life to the fullest, and she wants to make sure that when you study or get a job, that it’s something that you like

Jaehee would be a perfect older sister too!

She would have so much patience, and she would help you with whatever you want!

The only difference between the two of you is that you actually like Elizabeth the third, so Jumin will drop off his cat there more often

Zen also acts like an older brother and/or parental figure, since he actually cares about Jaehee a lot, he’s going to care about you too!

Sometimes though, you’re the one taking care of Jaehee, along with Zen!

Sometimes at night, you will wake up to go to the bathroom or get a glass or water, and you will see Jaehee asleep on the table, her work spread out all over it.

That’s when you will take a blanket and cover her with it.

Since you’re a pretty smart kid too, thanks to Jaehee just helping you with everything and everything, you know how to do her work, so sometimes you will help her with it

Obviously you’ll never tell tho ;)

When she gets the coffee shop the two of you run it!

You are her little assistant and you help her with everything and anything! And she absolutely enjoys spending time with you!

Jumin:

Yes I love this

So you met one time when you came over loking for Chairman Han.

Your mother had been one of the unlucky few who got with him, and of course, Chairman Han got her pregnant.

You had never really met your father, you only knew what he did, his name and that he would send you money for Christmas or your birthday

But you wanted to meet him!!

So one day you went over to look for himwhen C&R didn’t work though, you decided to look for his home address

What you didn’t know though was that you went to Jumin’s home instead of his father’s.

Soon enough Jumin got the alert that there was someone looking for him, a kid, he was confused but he decided to come down, and when he saw you he immediately knew what was going on

You both had the same hair, and face shape. The only difference was probably your eye color.

Jumin was really awkard at first.

He invited you over, and it was really weird, I mean this man doesn’t know what to do

You asked him about his father, and he told you that he was away on business, and then, he asked about your intentions.

He was acting cold due to the fact that he didn’t know what your motives were.

He thought you just wanted to get some money off his father, or that your mom was planning some weird scheme to get back together with him or something

But then he became surprised when you told him that you had never met your dad, and that it was the only thing you wanted. Jumin didn’t know what to say.

You stood in silence until Elizabeth the third came and you squealed. You loved cats.

Elizabeth immediately took a liking to yoh, and you begged Jumin to let you come over some other time to play with her.

He agreed.

Over time, the two of you became closer and closer. Sometimes Jumin would help you with your homework, which he found he enjoyed doing a lot, and other times he would play video games with you, since you were the only one that used the consoles.

Everyone in the building absolutely loves you, the maids will always talk to you and driver Kim will bring you some chocolates whenever you come over.

Also Jumin will spoil the shit out of you, he’s never had a little sister before and he LOVES IT, he will never admit it through

Also the two of you absolutely enjoy teasing Zen, it’s just, it’s sibling bonding time you know? Pft

And V becomes your sort of uncle friend, he really holds you close to his heart and he, like EVERYONE in the RFA will absolutely adore you.

Saeyoung:

Some time when Saeyoung was about 8, his mother got pregnant again.

You weren’t treated in an absolutely awful way, you were just neglected since your father was an average guy who didn’t have enough money.

Saeyoung had to take care of you, since you were the one that was ignored the most.

As time passed, Saeyoung left, but V and Rika took care of you and Saeran.

Like his twin, you started learning how to code, in order to se your dear brother again

Saeran was taken away by Rika. But luckily V got to you before anything happened.

He made you stay with Jumin most of the time, and soon enough Jumin took you in as one of his own.

Eventually, the years passed, and you convinced Jumin to let you in the RFA.

That’s when you found him.

Your brother.

He went by a different name now, but you were sure it was him.

He acted like he didn’t recognize you though

The two of you would have absolutely amazing chemistry, much to the other members dismay, and he actually acted like an older brother to you.

When you’re able to finally meet up, you know it’s him.

You hug him tight, and you sob, as Saeyoung stands tense.

He will try to get distant from you, but you will not allow it. Not at all.

When you finally manage to get Saeran too, it’s the happiest any of you have ever been.

Saeran only speaks to you, and you become close to him pretty quickly, due to the fact that you were something he always did want to protect.

When Saeran gets better, the three of you live in the bunker, and honestly poor Vanderwood because just like Saeyoung, you will pull pranks on everyone and just be a little brat lmao but Vanderwood likes you.

Saeyoung and Saeran become super protective of you too, and they will do anything for you.

They also teach you how to code!

Honestly, you’re the one that Saeran is the softest to, and like that, the three of you spend your time together, since you’re the string that pulls the twins together.

I believe our boy has a step sister, so we’ll go with that

I don’t remember how old she is, but we can say that V was a teen when you were born

First he’s not really gonna like you at all. It’s not personal, it’s just he doesn’t get along with his father’s wife, and he doesn’t like how you sometimes will just do...everything he’s afraid to do

Eventually tho, after his mother passed away, V becomes closer to you.

You were there for him, like Jumin, in his darkest times, and V becomes attached to you

Like that, you spend time with the two boys, Jumin also gets attached to you, and he really likes spending time with you.

V will teach you how to draw and take pictures, and he encourages you to follow your dreams like his mother did when he was younger

The only time the two of you ever fought was about Rika, since you just didn’t get a good vibe from her

When she passed away, you were also there for V

Then he got distant. And it broke your heart.

Jumin and you would spend time together, since you were friends, and Jumin was a sort of brotherly figure to you too

When the whole ME ordeal is over, V spends a few years away from you, trying to find out who he is.

When you become of age he will take you with him, to explore whatever places you want!

I will do part 2 tomorrow because it’s really late and I have to wake up early to do some homework 😖

#mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jihyun mysme #choi bois

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