#mod lewis

[englandhatepage]

it seems i have accidentally acquired a comfort show…

[multifandomlandfill]

I never hated Julie more than when she tried to kick Mod out of the house, even my mom was like "LET HIS LITTLE BOYFRIEND STAY"

Breaking him out of the hospital did make up for that. Best scene in the series. The polycule is back together.

[thenameofaslan]

King Edmund the Just - an Easter reflection

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” —1 John 1:9

It’s always bugged me that Edmund, the one for whom Aslan died, was declared “the Just.”

“Just” is defined as “based on or behaving according to what is morally right and fair.” But why, after all that Aslan had done for him, was Edmund not “the Merciful”? Didn’t Aslan’s mercy toward him cause Edmund to be merciful too?

Aslan wasn’t being “just” when he died for Edmund. He wasn’t being “morally right and fair.” If he was, he’d have let Edmund die for his treachery. That’s the moral and fair response to Edmund’s sins. 

In the same way, God would be “morally right and fair” to let US die for our sins. 

So why is God not described as “merciful and gracious” in this verse? Why is God described as “just,” if justice should mean we are punished for our sins?

I believe, personally, that it’s because of God’s promises. God is faithful and just—God does what is morally fair—when He does what He’s promised to us. 

When Jesus took our place on the cross, He took all of God’s wrath. For God to punish us further—for God to not forgive us—after Jesus TOOK our punishment would not be “faithful and just.” This is what “faithful and just” refers to. 

This is why Edmund is referred to as “the Just.” I believe that during his reign in Narnia and throughout his life in our world, Edmund is not just in the sense that he exacts punishment on those who are immoral—he is just because he gives mercy. Edmund sees the sacrifice Aslan made for him—and all of Narnia in the process—and he sees the punishment taken. 

Let us live by Edmund’s example—and God’s—and be just, extending mercy because the ultimate punishment was taken by Jesus.

Praise God that He is faithful and just regarding the promises He’s made to us. Praise God that He is faithful and just to forgive us when we confess. 

Happy Easter, Narnians! He Is Risen!

—Mod Ailora

[snogards]

Mods I need in Stardew Valley (I would make them myself if I knew how to do it)

Romancing Caroline. I would do literally anything to steal Pierre's wife away from him. I hate this man. If I didn't hate Joja more, he wouldn't be getting a cent from me. Also, Caroline is lovely and deserves the world. And I don't like Abigail. Ruining her parents' marriage would make me so happy on the inside.

Edit: Nexus mods gaslit me by thinking this didn't exist. Upon a third search (on the same website, might I add), I have found that I can now fulfill my dreams. Omw to marry Caroline 🥰

Marnie breaks up with Lewis. My girl deserves better than him. I'm rooting for her healing and loving herself, but I wouldn’t be mad if she decided to get with Marlon 👀

Farmer can run for mayor. I hate Lewis. You ain't shit without me, bucko. I basically run Pelican Town anyway.

[princemick]

@f1blrcreatorsfest sprint week 2 but very very late: mock race week poster -- Tatooine podrace gp

[den-ai-d]

This month marks a year since I finished my stardew valley portrait mod 😯 Which prompts me to remind you guys that it exists!!!

Here get it if you like men…in general 👀

https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/7799

Oh, also includes Martin and Victor from SVE!

[asteriskdisasterisk]

I'm making a stardew valley mod that turns all NPCs into pokemon and even though I'm a ways away from finishing it...I would like the world to gaze upon my wretched son, Shiny Mr. Mime Mayor Lewis:

he wears a tie too.

[lesserknownhusbands]

[every-character-ever-poll]

Let the record show that I almost sent out the Aoi Inuyama (Yuru Camp) poll with the words Yuri Camp, but I caught the error. This mistake means nothing to me as I do not know the media, but perhaps that could have been the funniest typo I've ever made.

[lelianaslefthand]

grandpa bisexual icon?????

[vyllain]

Here I am back with stardew valley with Ridgeside valley, Always Raining and East Scrap mods bringing more into the obsessive mods with my guys. -Vy

PS: Uni is taking me as hostage! Busy with alot of stuff and health.

[sexymancatalogue]

Sexyman Catalogue's SexyMan Bracket

[multifandomlandfill]

A quick The Last Detective sketch..

I really wonder about the end of that joke (end of the pilot, they fade out the audio), can anyone come up with an ending?

[thenameofaslan]

Narnian Christmas

Helen Pevensie slowly lowered the phone back into its cradle, the conversation she had just had replaying in her mind.

“Yes, Mrs. Pevensie, we have a record of your husband…no, Mrs. Pevensie, we have no record of him being injured…Yes, Mrs. Pevensie, the captain was scheduled to arrive home three days prior…No, Mrs. Pevensie, we have no record of any ships being hit by enemy fire in transit…No, Mrs. Pevensie, we cannot confirm that your husband’s ship arrived…”

She grimaced, swallowing down the bitter taste that filled her mouth with every word. While the nasal, squeaky-voiced corporal had prattled on for ages, his words all meant the same thing: Your husband is missing.

Someone coughed in the other room, and Helen shook her head to clear the fog. She’d have to tell the children. Steeling herself, Helen strode into the parlor, where they were waiting.

“Mum?” Susan asked, setting her book aside. “Is there word?”

“No, darling, I’m afraid not,” Helen said, unable to keep her gaze from flickering to Edmund.

While her youngest son’s attitude had improved greatly since their return from the countryside—Helen had asked each of them what had happened, and they had all gotten this strange smile on their faces before denying that anything at all had happened—his attachment to his father had always been strong, as well as a source of contention between Edmund and, well, everyone else.

To her surprise, Edmund did not look bothered or upset in the slightest, merely grim. He was seated on the couch beside Lucy, and he wordlessly lifted his arm, allowing her to snuggle up against him. Susan reached across the space between her armchair and the couch, gripping Lucy’s small hand in hers. Peter, who had been leaning in the doorway between the parlor and the kitchen, straightened and walked over to the back of the couch, reaching down and gripping Edmund’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” he said confidently. “He’ll be home soon.”

There was something in his voice, a sureness, that startled Helen. She frowned at her oldest, but then she noticed that the rest of them were relaxing, even Edmund.

Susan’s eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh before smiling and giving Lucy’s fingers a squeeze. Edmund murmured something in Lucy’s ear, and she giggled. Peter smiled as well, tousling his younger brother’s hair before looking up at Helen. “Need help with the tea, Mum?”

The tea. I was making tea when the phone rang.

Helen nodded and followed Peter into the kitchen. As soon as they were out of earshot of the others, she turned to him, lowering her voice.

“Peter, I appreciate you trying to comfort your siblings, but the corporal said your father’s ship left the harbor but hasn’t arrived in port yet. I know you want to help, but I’m not sure giving the others false hope-!”

“Mum,” he cut in, looking amused. “I’m not giving them false hope. Dad will be home soon. Trust me. Have faith.”

He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before picking up the tea tray and heading back toward the parlor, whistling a tune Helen hadn’t heard before her children had returned from the countryside.

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The Christmas Eve service at church was always full, and that night was no exception. Mothers, aunts, and grandmothers had much to be thankful for, since their children had come home safely. Helen smiled and nodded to the few parents she recognized before glancing at her own children, who were all dressed their best. One of Edmund’s old schoolmates had come by at the beginning of the service, pulling a face at Lucy, and Helen had felt a mixture of shock and pride as Edmund instantly placed himself between his former friend and his sister, his dark eyes narrowed in warning.

Her children had changed. Jim would be…

Helen’s eyes filled with tears. Oh Jim, where are you?

As a tear slipped its way down her cheek, someone slipped a hand into hers, and Helen looked down at Lucy. Her youngest smiled up at her, nodding reassuringly. Sniffling, Helen pulled her hand free and wrapped her arm around Lucy, kissing her daughter’s golden hair. Lucy rubbed her cheek against Helen’s sleeve and then rose up on her tiptoes. Helen bent down so the eight-almost-nine-year-old could speak to her.

“Don’t worry, Mum. Aslan’s watching over Daddy. Have faith.”

Helen reared up, startled. What, or who, was Aslan? And how on earth had her children gotten so wise?

Lucy moved away, slipping over to Peter. He reached down and lifted her up onto his hip with one arm, using the other to hold his hymnal as the congregation began to sing their last song. On Helen’s other side, Susan shuffled closer with her own hymnal, and Helen tried to focus on the hymn, her children’s voices still ringing in her ears.

Have faith.

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Christmas morning dawned cold and clear, and Helen was woken up by the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of the children—particularly Lucy—doing their best to be quiet.

Helen made her way downstairs and found Edmund building a fire in the fireplace while Lucy excitedly told him about the view outside.

“It looks like it used to be at the pond,” she was saying. “Do you remember when we went ice skating?”

Helen frowned. When was the last time they’d gone skating? And what pond did she mean?

“Susan was always the best at it,” Edmund responded as he coaxed the flames higher. “I still don’t know where she learned that one spin.”

Before Helen could ask them what they meant, Susan appeared with a tray of mugs.

“Morning Mum,” she sang. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” Lucy squealed, hurtling off the window seat and charging her mother. Helen caught her in a tight hug, laughing. They settled on the floor by the tree, and Helen cringed inwardly at the small stack of presents beneath it. You all deserve so much more.

Peter handed out gifts. Helen received a lovely maroon scarf from the girls—when had they learned to knit—and, to her surprise, a new rocking chair from the boys that appeared to be handmade.

“We worked on it for ages,” Edmund said, looking a bit shy.

The children had gotten their normal gifts of soap, a few candies, a small book each, and for the girls, a small doll. They also surprised her by exchanging gifts with each other.

Lucy got a new knit hat of soft blue, a worn Bible, and a necklace with a lion pendant.

Edmund got a pair of dark green mittens, a second, or perhaps third-hand, chess set, and a pocketwatch with a lion on the inside of the lid.

Susan received an empty sketchbook, a small bottle of perfume, and a necklace similar to Lucy’s.

Peter received a dark red scarf, a journal, and a pair of cufflinks with lions on them.

They had eaten cinnamon cake and drank coffee and cider and hot chocolate, and Helen was lounging on the couch, running her fingers through a sleepy Lucy’s hair and listening to the radio when the doorbell rang.

Her heart jolted, and she sat up, startling Lucy.

No, no please, no.

The doorbell rang again, and they all looked around, wondering who would answer the door.

The visitor knocked, and Peter stood, giving his mother a reassuring look before walking towards the front hall. Helen squeezed Lucy tightly, hardly daring to breathe. She heard the door open and the murmur of soft voices. The door closed, and Peter reappeared in the doorway, a strange look on his face.

“Peter?” Helen asked, willing her voice to stay steady. “Who was at the door?”

Her son’s face twitched and then he broke into a grin.

“An answer to prayer,” he answered, stepping to one side to reveal…

“Daddy!”

“Dad!”

“Dad!”

“James!”

It was hard to know who got to him first, or who knocked him over, but one way or another, the whole Pevensie family ended up on the floor, all hugging and laughing and crying. Helen kissed her husband and then looked around at her family, tears streaming down her face.

This was the perfect Christmas, she thought before catching Peter’s eye. He smiled and winked. Helen beamed back. Thank you for sharing your faith.

[hislifesuckspoll]

Better Late than Never

Whoops, I got so excited to post the polls I forgot to post the bracket.

Here you go! Lol

uh, Good Luck!

[disturbedgent]

That 1 time I used cheats to complete the community center and Lewis still hated it