#also also stop glorifying the show challenge

[saintsarefake]

tiktok and tumblr stop stalking the ex victim of a stalker to send him photos of his stalker and re-traumatize him challenge

#also stop saying he's the one in the wrong and stalking his ex-girlfriend to harass her/traumatize her challenge #also also stop glorifying the show challenge #(99.9% of people fail this challenge :00) #bruh it was the most liked comment on a tik tok video saying that he purposely made her uglier than she was (she was an ugly fuck to start) #i don't fat shame normally but i will 100% fat shame that bitch to the point of body dysmorphia and hope she suffers horribly in the future #never the actress tho she was great #if i see ANYONE coming for the actress i'm throwing hands #also darrien i hope he steps on a lego and overdoses on his drugs #actually i wish both experience what it was like for donny all the fear all the pain all the trauma everything i hope they know the sufferi #anyway i just finished baby reindeer and holy SHIT i have never related to a character more since i first saw angel dust #fuck martha and darrien #there's a special place in hell for them #and when i die and go down to hell i'm going to make them wish they were with them six limbed devils #psa; THIS IS ABOUT REAL PEOPLE THEY'RE NOT CHARACTERS #end of my rant now this pissed me off with how people are so hyper focused on martha and everything about her that it makes it seem like sh #+e is the only good person here and the only victim because OF SOME SOPPY FUCKING DUMB STORY AT THE END WHERE HER PARENTS FOUGHT FUCK HER N #+O ONE LOVES YOU AND I HOPE NO ONE EVER LOVES YOU TIK TOK SHE IS NOT THE VICTIM DONNY IS AND YOU ARE ALL TOO DUMB TO REALISE PAST YOUR HYPE #+R FEMENIST ALL MEN ARE EVIL BULLSHIT #*sigh* #i'm fine i swear #i'll delete this later maybe #if i remember it

[bleedingichorhearts]

Imagine, if you will, a space marine going out to hunt for his bonded mate who is pregnant with his child so she will have plenty to eat.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You there! You creature! Are on a roll and on that, I do not mind!

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Animal Death, Pregnancy.

The hulking space marine stalks through the forest. Carefully avoiding areas where sticks or dying leaves would make sound of his appearance. His mouth open beneath his helmet for a better scent coverage and ears pricked for any sound of irregular moment.

He has come out to hunt again in his little mates forests, looking for a bigger catch this time. Something that could give him a bit more challenge and meat. Something that could impress his little mate once more. To feed her and to stock up on the fat as the winter’s could be harsh to his little mate.

The winter wasn’t here yet, but he can definitely see and feel the signs of an oncoming harsh winter. The geese and ducks left a bit earlier than usual as the days got colder and he’s seen a squirrel stocking up on nuts. He’s also seen a snow owl fly overhead, looking for something to snack on before the winter itself started.

Though, that was not something he can stock up on, to eat. He needed something big and hopefully challenging. Perhaps he’ll go for an elk or a caribou? Maybe a snow leopard or a brown bear if he’s lucky enough to encounter them before they spot him, but he knows he won’t find anything much challenging as he would back in his own world. The creatures of his world brought up nasty fights and glorified wounds that he would happily show his little mate. To get her to fawn and worry over him.

Thinking about his little mate brought a small smile to his face, his sabatons crunching through the frosted fallen leaves. Oh, how she would kiss his wounds to make him feel better, new or old. How she would make meals; feasts out of the meat he hunted for. Always giving him the bigger portion because she can’t continue to admire his skills, his physique if she had nothing to see. Despite his rumbling protests to feed her instead, she makes a great point to him.

How is he to provide of he is not in great shape?

So, that made him go hunt out a little more. Not because his little mate offended him, but because he wanted to be in the bestest shape to be able to provide for his little mate. He notices how he… stocked up a little himself. That little chub on his stomach never goes unnoticed by his little mate in loving times, but he is sure she wouldn’t mind tracing his abs once again. She’s done it before, praising him for any body type he would like to have. It did not matter to her, she would trace her soft, plush lips against his scarred skin any day, anytime she had claimed once, thrice, then regularly.

He shook his helmet, shaking off some fallen leaves. He was missing his little mate, wanting to hurry up and be by her side already. To feel her soft flesh against his lips. To embrace and thumb her swollen belly that held a tinier creation between him and his little mate. To feel how their little one in there kicked up at him, causing his little mate discomfort.

He would then lowly growl at the little impatient one then. Halting the little one’s movement inside of his little mates stomach as she gives out a breath of relief, mumbling out. “The little one only listens to him when he’s around.” Something he might just have to watch out for when their little one is born in this paradise world.

A snap of a stick snapped him out of his daydreams. His form snapping up straighter in alarm. All senses alert for what could be potentially stalking him instead. His head slightly looking off to the side where he can hear a couple little thumps on the ground then, they stop. Waiting for his next move.

A foolish act to upon a master hunter like him, but he can reward this predator with a proper, quick death. Their hide, meat and bones, all of it will be used after all. None of it will go to waste.

He will skin the hide of the animal to provide heat, protection and comfort for his little mate. The bones would be used to make knives or little trinkets for his little mate and future little one. The meat will be stored into 1 out of 5 freezers for later uses. Maybe his little mate would like to cook some meat pies when he returns from this hunt? He knows he’ll be successful today as he will not leave his hunt without something to present to his little mate.

He pretends he doesn’t hear the predator stalking him. A hum leaving him as he prepares himself for claws and fangs to be stuck down into the back of his gorget. They wouldn’t do anything to him, but scratch the paint off his armor. That’s what most of the animals did, but he honors their… insolence enough to even try and get a killing blow on a Astartes by making their death quick and painless and using all of their organic matter as materials.

He hears the push off the predator. His form quickly turning around to snag the predator by the neck. A chocked yowl coming out of the predator. Black and white fur engulfing his gauntlet as they scratch desperately at his armor plates, chipping the paint off.

He rumbles happily at this creatures boldness to attack him from behind. A “snow leopard” he recalls. Their fur looking incredibly soft to the touch. A great hide to see his little mate wrapped in, but the meat. This is not enough meat to provide.

He snaps the felines neck with a jerk. Their body immediately seizing in his hands. No longer clawing at him and his armor, just pure dead weight.

Flopping the fluffy body over his pauldron, he continues with his hunt. He needed at least a big, fatty animal to bring back to the nest as well. This feline pelt might be satisfactory to look upon and lay upon, but it does not provide enough meat. He needed enough to stock up this winter.

That, or he was worrying about his little mate not getting enough nutrients when she was. The little one certainly liked to eat.

He plans on coming back to the nest before nightfall to bring her the newly cut of the feline hide and meat of the creatures he will catch, but if he’s especially lucky enough or early enough he’ll get more than just an lasting, appreciated kiss.

The space marine shivers at the thought.

#oneshot #space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #space marine #space marine x reader #tw: animal death #tw: pregnancy

[starlightshadowsworld]

Percy Jackson except Jason and Thalia were the first children born after the Big 3 vow.

Long before the events of the story.

Thalia still ends up and tree, but no one really knew what happened to Jason.

Until Sea of Monsters where instead of Tantalus showing up, Jason does.

Because if there's one thing Zeus/Jupiter's gonna do, it's punish his sons.

And just... Imagine everyone expecting some grised old being who's committed the worse crimes on earth.

But it's a kid.

It's a kid a few years older them wearing a tattered purple top.

He'd look like any other camper but there's chains on his wrists and ankles that drag behind him.

Scars covering his body and a tattoo no ones able to fully see.

His eyes mirror the sky before them and hold so much sadness that a person could drown in them.

Chiron is suprised to see him, a mix of greif and relief in his eyes as he greets him.

"It's good to see you, child."

"And you too, sir."

"None of that now, you are among friends."

Jason visibly relaxes at that, his smile goes from polite and practiced to genuine.

"Right... It's good to see you, old man."

His humour is so dry that's it's hard to tell when he's joking or not. And yet he's gotten some laughs.

It feels like a reward in itself when someone makes him laugh. His whole face lights up and for a second the sadness in him fades.

Jason's less off a new camp director as he is a glorified babysitter. And yet he takes it all in stride.

He's not a pushover and steps in to mediate, but for the most part let's everyone carry on as they wish.

If he's not around, Jason can be found sitting by his sisters tree. He talks in a hushed whisper, catching her up.

If anyone notices him crying, no one says a word.

Jason proves himself as a formidable fighter, having stopped a camper struggling with a sword technique and demonstrating it to them patiently.

Clarisse immediately challenges Jason.

He's clearly holding back but Jason does give her a fair fight. His fighting style is a lot more polished.

And yet, there's something wild about it.

He does smile at one point, when Maimer strikes him.

"I'm afraid, that little trick won't work on me."

It was a short fight but the Ares cabin definitely gained some respect for him.

Clarisse asks why he didn't use the electricity against her, and he says he can't.

Shaking his chains like that explained everything.

It's easy to forget Jason's parentage. Especially after seeing him gush over architecture with Annabeth.

Hell all he needs is grey eyes and he'd fit right in to the Athena cabin.

And yet, at the same time there's no one else who fits as Jason's parent than Zeus (well Jupiter but they don't know that.)

Jason's a natural leader, he's a great diplomat and can defuse even the most chaotic situations.

There's power in his words, authority and yet he doesn't abuse it. There's a weight that's always on his shoulders.

He's a mystery.

He doesn't sleep in the Zeus Cabin, he has a blanket and curls up on the ground. Apparently he's used too it.

Tho there's been times he has been persuaded to sleep in the Hermes cabin, it's rare he accepts.

Not that he sleeps much. People have heard the screams from his nightmares.

More often than not Jason's awake, talking to the Naids and Nymphs as he patrols camp grounds late at night.

Surprisingly none try and attack him, in fact they all treat him with respect.

Grover says that Jason's blessed by the wild by an ancient being, not that he knows who.

Jason doesn't talk a lot about himself, he will talk at length about his sister though. And old friends with a sad smile.

The past is a hard subject for him, he says bits and pieces but not much.

The camps magical food doesn't work for him. Jason goes out of camp borders and goes hunting.

He eats alone, outside and Hestia makes a fire for him. He always sacrifices some food to her.

But also to Hera, which was surprising.

"But your a son of Zeus... Does she accept offerings from you?"

"I'd hope so, I am her champion."

It takes a while for anyone to realise but Jason's chains are heavy.

In fact there are days where Jason simply can't move. Because lugging them around tires him out.

And sometimes the camps borders simply don't let him leave.

On those days some campers have hunted for him.

Jason's always suprised and thankful. He'll share and tell them not to out themselves in danger for him.

But they do so anyway.

Camp Half blood decided a long while back Jason was one of them.

He's like everyone's stressed out, tired, nerdy older brother.

Jason has no knowledge of pop culture and apparently that's a crime.

But since no tech is allowed at camp, which means a lot of reinactments of memes

He's still confused but very entertained.

They've seen him fight monsters and it's so different to how he's fought in spars.

Jason fights to survive, he doesn't have a weapon other than his own chains.

He growls, he rips monsters apart with his bare hands and teeth.

Only stopping when they've all been defeated.

It was awesome.

Tho he did almost get hit by lighting from above and had to rush back into camp.

"Can I ask, what are you being punished for?"

"Let's just say, me and my dad had a disagreement."

Zeus: He's a monster, he's nothing but trouble and a mistake.

Camp Half blood: If monster, why friend shaped?

#long post #jason grace #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians

[rubynationwins]

Hard To Handle

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x PlusSize!Handler!Reader (Fem!Reader) (RPF)

My Masterlist

Summary: You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

Warnings: 18+, minors plz go away, dark fic(or my attempt at one), dub/non-con, soft!dark!Sebastian, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking, manhandling, choking, edging, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst, light dom/sub, swearing, fat shaming/name calling(not by seb), mentions of body image issues // If there are warnings I missed plz lmk so I can include them. In general, if this type of content is triggering for u DNI. Read at ur own risk

Word Count: 5,100

A/N- This is my first dark fic, or at least kinda dark? Idk but I hope you enjoy it! Seb is obviously OOC (since this is a dark fic) he’s also a bit of a brat😉 I tried my best w/ the Romanian but I don’t speak it so take it at face value plz. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story is also on my AO3 account, Ruby_Nation, but should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

I want to shoutout the writers who lured me to the dark side with their incredible fics @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kinanabinks @angryschnauzer @lanadelreyscokewhor3​

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Famous actor Sebastian Stan was a lot of things: charming, intelligent, insanely talented, a hilarious goofball, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about his chiseled jaw and hooded gaze that made it impossible to look away from the celebrity. What Sebastian Stan was not, however, was good at following rules. Your rules, to be exact. As his handler, you had specific stipulations set out for him to follow. But did famous actor Sebastian Stan listen to said rules? No, of course not. This made your job as his glorified babysitter immensely more challenging. Since, every time he disregarded your directives, you were the one who dealt with the repercussions. He knew this, and yet on the very first stop of his press tour, he decided to run off and galavant around an unfamiliar city unsupervised. 

5 hours earlier

When you arrived at the hotel with Sebastian, it was 7 pm. Your jet-lagged self was still on LA time, though, so it felt more like 9 pm to you. At least your room was nice, even if it was connected to Sebastian’s by a single door. You quickly changed out of your travel outfit, unpacked your toiletry bag-since hotel shampoo was a cruel joke-and went to the bathroom. After that, you walked over to the door that lead to Sebastian’s room and knocked. No answer. You knocked again, “Sebastian! We need to go over tomorrow’s itinerary.”  Still nothing. Luckily, the door was unlocked. A subsequent sweep of his quarters revealed that they were empty. 

Shit. 

That slippery motherfucker had once again escaped under your watchful eye. Okay, maybe not so watchful since you had been on the other side of a wall when he slipped away. But he was only out of eyeshot for about twenty minutes and he managed to not only fly the coop but also unpack all of his luggage. He had so many suitcases! How in the world did he unpack them all so fast? Not that it mattered, because when you found him you were going to handcuff him to one of those god-damn oversized suitcases. See how he liked lugging around an inconvenient charge for a change. 

Present

Now you were wandering around the nightlife district looking for the escaped actor. You stopped outside a bar that could only be described with the word “dive” in front of it. This had to be it since you had scoured every other location in the area that offered booze and/or entertainment. You had waded through drunken crowds in cramped bars, had enjoyed some nice piano music at a more upscale establishment, you had even witnessed a very flexible dancer shimmy up a pole and then drop back down it hanging on with only one leg. Still, Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

At one of the places, you thought you’d found him sitting on a stool at a bar with his back turned to you. You tapped his shoulder and instead found a drunken man in his 50s. The stench of bottom-shelf whiskey wafted off of him. He teetered in his seat on the verge of toppling over. He’d leaned towards you, either because he thought your touch had been a sign of womanly desire or gravity had finally caught up to his unbalanced state. Either way, you leaped back, smacking into a waitress carrying a tray of beer. The tray went flying. The beer went on you. 

So, you were in a particularly foul mood as you walked into the last bar on your quest to find the most annoying actor on the planet. You were soaked in cheap booze and out forty bucks you had used to comp the spilt drinks. It took one sweep of the bar’s interior to spot the man you had been trying to find for the past five hours. 

He was standing under dim lights in the back, surrounded by a boisterous group of men. The bastard was playing pool. By the carefree look on Sebastian’s face and the way he was joking around with his new buddies, his evening had been a lot less shitty than yours. You centered yourself, trying your best to reign in the anger thrumming through your entire being, and strode towards the man who made your job, no, your life, a constant stress-inducing nightmare. 

Sebastian stood at the far end of the pool table, lining up his cue stick to sink the last solid ball on the pool table. His relaxed demeanor was all confidence, but the slight furrow of his brow gave away how deeply he was focusing. You shoved your way through the loud men gathered around the table. When you finally reached Sebastian, you stopped at his side, glaring at him with murderous intent. You expected him to notice the waves of thinly veiled rage radiating from your presence right away. But instead of turning around to beg for forgiveness, he just kept staring at the ball in front of him, oblivious to your fuming state. At this point, you had had enough of this bullshit and just wanted to get back to the god-damn hotel.

“Hey, asshole!” You shouted so that your voice was heard over the roaring group of men. Unfortunately, since you were right next to his ear, you startled him. Sebastian jumped. The hand that was gripping his cue stick flew forward, sending the cue ball directly into a side pocket. Members of Sebastian’s team went into an uproar, furious about the scratch.

Sebastian whipped around, surprise and anger etched into his features, “Y/N?! What the hell? What are you doing here?” 

You were about to retort when a large hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around to face a man who looked like a frat bro mixed with a pickup truck. He fumed, “You just fucking cost us the game! I’m out two hundred bucks now, you fat bitch!” 

Normally, you were able to keep your cool whenever insults were thrown at you. Years of similar-looking asshats calling you all types of degrading names had given you pretty thick skin. However, there was something about this particular meathead that broke through it. The awful night you were having probably had something to do with it too. You stood on your tip-toes, getting up in his face, “What did you just call me? If I were you, I’d turn the fuck around, prick.” 

He lowered his head, closing the distance between the two of you even more. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of cigarettes and dollar store cologne, “And why’s that, little piggy?”

You saw red. You swung your fist back, about to go for a gut punch when a large body pushed between you and the truck man. Sebastian looked like he wanted to hit the other guy too, but instead, he wrapped a hand around your arm and held you at a distance.

In a flash, Sebastian’s cool demeanor returned, “I’m sorry about my… sister, Tod, she’s just in a bad mood right now, ya ‘know?” He gave the man a tight smile as if letting him in on a little joke.

You stepped forward to protest, “I am not his sis–” His grip on your upper arm squeezed tighter. “Ow!” you squeaked, but he just kept looking forward, not even glancing back at you.

Tod, formerly known as Pissface, seemed to accept Sebastian’s explanation. Apparently, though, he still felt the need to give his two cents on why you were in such a “bad mood” as Sebastian had put it, “Yeah. She’s probably on the rag, man.” 

You rolled your eyes, of course. Of course, a grade-A troll like him would say that. Of fucking course.

Pissface–Tod–continued to run his mouth, “I thought she was some stalker man, you guys don’t even look related.” 

Sebastian laughed humorlessly, “She takes after our mom.”

“Huh. Either way, you should put a muzzle on that thing,” Tod nodded towards you. You flipped him the bird and he sneered back at you. “Ugly fat chicks like you always have the bitchiest personalities,” he turned his head back to Sebastian, “Good luck getting any tonight if that’s your wingman.” With those departing words, the deadshit man walked off. Sebastian made no move to rebuke the insult. Instead, he pulled you towards the exit, only pausing to shove a wad of cash at a waitress to cover whatever expenses he’d racked up.

Sebastian burst through the exit door, your arm still clutched in his vice-like grip. He dragged you down the street before finally letting you go. 

You rubbed the spot on your arm he had held and swiveled to glare at the bar that was now almost out of sight. “God, what a douchebag. I’m glad he lost all that money,” you turned your gaze back to where Sebastian stood, illuminated by a lamppost, “why were you even on a team with a dick like him? I’m sure his friends weren’t any better. What’s wrong with y-” 

“Y/N, Shut up!” Sebastian yelled, his usually relaxed tone gone. You took a step back in surprise. His eyes stared daggers at you and there was a brooding aura around him all of a sudden. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his body was stiff as if holding back rage. For the first time since you had started working for him, Sebastian Stan was legitimately pissed off. He tended to be the one who rolled with the punches, who wasn’t bothered by anything. But now, he looked furious. And for whatever reason, his newfound anger was targeted at you.

You were immediately on the defensive, “What’s your problem? Why are you angry with me? Pissface back there was the one being an ass,” you took a few steps closer to him to prove that you weren’t intimidated by his menacing presence, “And I’m the one who has the right to be angry at you!”

He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward, as if talking to a petulant child, “And why is that?”

You let out a frustrated noise. “What do you mean, ‘why’? You snuck off again! Sebastian, you are so selfish, you know that!? I’ve been searching all over, by myself, trying to find you for the past–” you checked the time-“five and a half hours!” 

Your words made Sebastian pause, “You’ve been what?” he didn’t let you answer, “Why the hell have you been out here alone at night? And trying to start a fight with some wannabe pool hustler? You’re lucky I saved you from getting your ass handed to you back there.”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself just fine. I’m not some fragile doll, look at me,” you gestured to yourself, “I’m a big girl, I can fight my own battles.”

“You’re telling me you could have taken on that prick back there? What about all of his buddies, huh? You don’t think before you act, Y/N.” He said your name like an irritated parent reprimanding their child. “Why’re you so fuckin’ reckless!?” Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends, “Y/N, you’re my handler, not my bodyguard. And even if you were, I still wouldn’t want you wandering around a strange new city at night by yourself.”

“Sebastian, that’s exactly what you did,” you deadpan.

“That’s obviously different, Y/N,” he said flippantly, brushing aside your very valid point, “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you. You’re a woman, that makes you vulnerable. The world is full of dangerous people, Y/N. Especially men, who would do god knows what to you if given the opportunity. That’s true in any situation, but when you do this?!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated, “You’re just asking for some random bastard to take advantage of you.”

He was missing the point, “Like I said before; you don’t have any reason to be so worked up. If I was smaller I’d understand your concern, but since I look the way I do, I don’t have to worry about being ‘taken advantage of’ as you put so lightly.”

“What does your size have to do with anything, Y/N?” 

You shook your head, he just didn’t get it. “My whole life I’ve been pretty much ignored by the entirety of the male species, and when they do notice me it’s to reaffirm how repulsive they find me. All because of my size,” your words tasted like bile, painful but true, “That fact doesn’t change when I’m out on my own or when it’s after sundown.” Why was he making you explain this? How could he not see what was so obvious to everyone else?

Sebastian’s voice was somber now, “That kind of thinking is going to get you hurt, Y/N. Or worse, killed.” 

Deep down you knew some of what Sebastian said was true but there was no way you were bowing down to his claims, “How would you even know? You have no idea what it’s like to be me. You never will.” His blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something you despised: pity. 

Finished with the conversation, you decided to stop sugarcoating your words, “Sebastian, get it through your thick skull, no man is going to violate me! I’m too big, too fat, too disgusting! I’m just not worth it!" You were out of breath with your words, and your eyes brimmed with spite-filled tears. Sebastian stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted in disbelief at your outburst. You quickly turned away from him, trying to discreetly rub the tears from your eyes.

“We are done talking about this. As your handler, I am the one responsible for keeping you out of harm's way and fixing any screwups you cause. I will not apologize for doing my job by coming down here to find you. I am the one who lays down the law, not you.” You took out your phone. “Now, I’m calling us a ride and we’re going back to the hotel. That’s an order.” 

Quick steps sounded behind you and when you turned back around Sebastian was right in front of you, “What are you do–”

He snatched your phone away.

“Hey–”

Sebastian grabbed your now phoneless hand and tugged you towards a nearby ally. He kept hold of your wrist as you stumbled after him, confused. What was happening? Had he seen some paparazzi and was trying to hide? If so, he didn’t have to be so rough.

Once you were off the sidewalk and out of sight he pulled up short. You ran into him, unprepared for his sudden halt. Right as you were trying to pull free, he dropped your wrist. You stumbled forward and caught yourself on the brick wall in front of you.

Before you could right yourself, Sebastian was there, pressing his muscled body flush against your backside. What was happening? Startled, you tried to push yourself off the wall to get away from him. His hands shot forward and yanked your flailing fists behind your back. His right hand locked them in place with its strong grip. His left arm wrapped around your soft middle, fingers skimming your waist. It all happened so fast. You froze-too overwhelmed by Sebastian caging you against himself. His heated presence overpowered your senses. You couldn’t utter a single sound.

Sebastian was now devoid of the anger that had been coursing through his veins just a moment ago. His face nuzzled into your neck and shivers shot down your spine at the feel of his rough stubble scraping your skin. He breathed you in and let out a guttural sound. “You smell like beer,” he chuckled. The low rumble of his dark laughter slid over you like a velvety blanket. It caressed every nook and cranny of your body. He flicked his tongue against the base of your neck, sending tingles along your arms, “Taste like it too.”

“Seb-”

You tried to protest but his tongue returned to your skin and you were once again rendered speechless. He licked a languid stripe from the base of your neck up to the notch of your jaw, nipping at the sensitive flesh. You yelped. His rough lips curved into a devious smile as he continued his assault on your exposed throat. Sebastian must have felt your heartbeat increase under his touch because he nipped at your pulse point. He dug his teeth in deeper this time, almost breaking skin. Your cry of pain morphed into a groan of pleasure when he sucked at the spot and then smoothed his tongue over it. 

While his mouth continued to explore your throat, his left hand began its own expedition. It trailed up your stomach and landed on your right breast. When he squeezed and felt your hard nipple straining against the confines of your clothes, he let out a low growl. You gasped when he balled up the front of your blouse in his fist. He wouldn’t dare. He pulled down, tearing the still damp fabric apart. Before you had the chance to rebuke him for having the audacity to rip one of your favorite shirts, his hand once again cupped your breast, this time slipping underneath your bra. His thick fingers rolled over your sensitive nipple and the sound you made was something so obscene you couldn’t believe that you had just produced it. He rubbed your already swollen nub raw. His fingers pinched and plucked and squeezed until you were a writhing mess in his arms, trying to escape the overstimulation.

“Shh, shh, shh,” his lurid voice whispered in your ear, “it’s okay, Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re doing just fine, sweetheart. God, you feel like perfection.” Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations and slid his hand up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, just wrapped his fingers around your throat. He felt the thrum of your heartbeat against his thumb. Sebastian inhaled deeply, basking in your scent, “I knew you would be perfection,” 

He caressed the underside of your jaw with his calloused thumb and smiled when you shuddered at his touch. You were at his mercy, he was the one in charge now. It was he who made the rules and kept you in place, “You may think no man is ever looking at you, but trust me, I haven’t been able to look away since the day we met.” His tone was deceptively calm, but his heavy panting proved that he was just as worked up as you were. 

“You’re my every desire,” he growled, “do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this exact thing? About pinning you down and touching every inch of you? Touching, caressing, squeezing your body until you’re a moaning mess. Unable to utter a single, infuriating word.” As he spoke he released his hold on your wrists, instead moving to the button of your jeans. He paused, his fingers skimmed over the clasp as if waiting to see what your next move would be. You couldn’t move, even if they were free now. You weren’t sure how he would react if you did, and you didn’t want to find out. This was not the Sebastian Stan you knew. This was something dark and unpredictable, something primal. A small part of your brain claimed that the real reason you didn’t fight was that you wanted him. That you wanted Sebastian to fuck you until you forgot your own name. “Good girl,” he remarked when you stayed still. You involuntarily preened at his praise, arching your back and grinding your ass against his crotch. He was hard, and from the feel of him, he was large. 

Sebastian hissed, sucking in a groan at the feeling of your ass against his throbbing erection, “You are infuriating, dragă,” he knew you despised his Romanian nickname for you. You had always assumed he used it to taunt you. You were nobody’s “darling.” Maybe he had been sincere this whole time. “You drive me crazy with every order, every scowl, every negative comment you throw at yourself.” He slipped his hand under your waistband, roaming down towards your sex. His fingers danced just above your heated center. “I think I’ve finally found a way to shut you up,” He cupped your mound, his chest rumbled when he felt the evidence of just how aroused you were. 

“S-Sebastian, please–” you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or for him to actually do something. Sebastian decided it was the latter and plunged a thick finger into your dripping pussy. 

He drew in a quick breath, “Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me-” he added another finger, working to get you ready-“but we won’t know until we try.” He continued to press and stretch your walls. When he added a third finger you lost it, giving up on holding back any sounds. The brief moments his palm brushed over your clit you mewled, desperate for more pressure on the pulsating bud. 

His hand that was still fisted around your neck squeezed before dropping down. He pushed down your pants even more so that they laid at your knees He pulled your thick thighs further apart, widening your stance for easier access to your drenched hole. When his fingers began an assault on your bundle of nerves you threw your head back, and obscene sounds flew from your lips. The fingers inside of you pressed against your G-spot and you started to tremble from the overstimulation.

Sebastian ran his chin along your jaw. The knowledge that he was making you come undone with only his hands was driving him crazy. He ground his clothed erection against your ass, smiling when you gasped at the feel of him. Focus back on you, he flattened his thumb on your clit, massaging it with precise motions. He was greedy for your release. 

It was all too much: Sebastian’s fingers pumping in and out of you, the exquisite pressure he was forcing upon your clit, the feel of his heavy breaths against your ear. You convulsed in his arms, your back arching up as molten lava flowed through your veins. 

You were still recovering from the high his fingers had just pulled from you, but Sebastian didn’t care. There was no way he was waiting another second to fuck you. He spun you around to face him. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands moved to his pants. He pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, precum was already leaking from the tip. He stroked it from base to tip while his eyes devoured your disheveled state. Your breasts bounced with your every gasping breath. Your peaked nipples were still raw from his earlier torment. It looked like you might crumble that very second, too wrecked to stand up straight. You could barely hold your own weight, he had turned your bones into jelly. Sebastian smirked when he noticed the numerous marks he had left all over your neck and shoulders. His gaze wandered back to your face and his cock twitched when he saw the arousal clear in your eyes. Your irises were just thin halos of color shadowed by your blown-out pupils. It was a good thing he had already gotten you off because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep from blowing his load once inside your velvety walls.

 “Look at me, dragă.” 

You refused, even though he had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life. There was something about this new position. You felt more vulnerable and didn’t want him to see that reflected in your expression. Instead, you turned your face away from his. That was a mistake.

Sebastian growled. He snatched your neck in his grip again, jerking your head forward to face him dead on. “What did I fucking say?” 

Your hazy focus zeroed in on him, hyperaware of the beating of your heart against his heavy palm. His fingers squeezed tighter and you rasped out, “To look at you.” 

His grip compressed even more, “Say my name. I want to make sure you know who’s in control now.”

It was a desperate fight for air to get the words out, “Y-you are-” He squeezed tighter- “Sebastian!” You managed to squeak out, seeing spots. His grip loosened enough for you to heave in a gasp of air, your body tingling from the return of oxygen to your veins. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, though, his intense blue eyes seemed to see into your soul, “You’re in control, Sebastian.”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N,” his low murmur was laced with warning, “You’re gonna take every inch I give you; gonna be a good girl for me,” his lips widened into an ominous grin, “I’m not going to hold back.” 

You gasped as he nudged your aching folds with the tip of his cock, running it up and down your pussy lips. He thrust into you without further warning. His lips met yours in a deep kiss at the same time. It was an overload of sensations, his tongue caressed the crease of your mouth, demanding entrance, while his hips pounded into you relentlessly. You arched into him, mewling at his unforgiving pace. Your hands flew up to his toned shoulders, gripping them so hard that Sebastian could feel the bite of your fingernails beneath his shirt. Finally prying your lips apart with his tongue, he crashed his lips onto yours, locking your tongues in a heated dance that took your breath away and left you wanting more. More of his mouth, more of his touch, more of him. 

Sebastian seemed to read your thoughts. He rutted into you with even more force. Your pussy walls ached at the stinging stretch of his thick cock. The hand that wasn’t around your neck grabbed your thigh. As he lifted it to wrap around his waist your pant leg slipped down to pool at your feet. His fingers dug into your thigh as he held your leg up. The new angle allowed him to slide against your upper wall with each thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the spot that sent shivers down your spine. He released his hold on your throat and brought it down to your center. When he massaged your clit with his dexterous fingers, you saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” you heaved, trying to get air in your lungs, “Sebastian! Oh my god, Sebastian-” All you could do was string together a jumble of incoherent words and moans and cries of pleasure-filled pain.

“Are you close, baby?” his raspy voice teased. He removed his hand from your core, resting it just above where you needed him. You whined at the loss and tried to grind up to reach fingers. He clucked his tongue disapprovingly, “Awww, poor thing. Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, desperate for release.

“Use your words, dragă,” he tapped his fingers lightly, still too far away for the motion to give you any relief.

“Y-Yes, I want to cum,” you hoped that would be enough for him to take pity on your unruly state.

It wasn’t. “Then beg for it. You already got to cum once, why should a disobedient, aggravating slut like you get to cum again?” The angle of his thrusts changed, he was chasing his own release now. If you didn’t convince him, he wasn’t going to let you cum. You didn’t have the energy in you anymore to be defiant for the sake of your dignity. Screw dignity. All you knew was that you needed him to fuck you until you came undone on his fat cock.

“Please, please let me cum on your dick. It’s all I want. I need it,” His hips angled up to brush against your G-spot again, but he still didn’t touch your clit, “Please, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me, Sebastian, I need to cum. Make me cum on your thick cock. Please, Sebastian, please.” 

Sebastian tensed when you used his name, his hooded gaze darkened with a hungry desire at the sound of it coming from your lips. Satisfied, he brought his fingers back to your throbbing bud, “That’s my good girl.” You shrieked in delight. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” He pressed harder against your clit, repeatedly rolling over the spot that made you squeal in ecstasy. 

He groaned at your sounds, “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, sweetheart.” His hips pumped up into yours, driving you both further to the edge. Sebastian’s grunts and moans filled the space, “Cum for me, Y/N.” Sebastian ordered as he took you, “Wanna feel your perfect cunt milk my cock dry,” his words sent you hurtling over the edge, and with one more snap of his hips, you were gone. Your insides spasmed and your entire body convulsed from the waves of pure bliss washing over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his defined shoulders. Sebastian kept moving his fingers against your clit, making your pussy clamp around his massive cock even tighter. 

Sebastian buried himself to the hilt and his load exploded inside of you. “Holy fuck!” He roared as thick ropes of cum coated your quivering walls. His body shuddered at the impact of his release. He felt lightheaded. He dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your waist to ground himself. Your soft whimpers were like music to his ears. He pulled you to him, cementing his cock inside of your still trembling walls. He shifted his hold so that one arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His other hand came up to gently cradle the side of your face. You were too spent to try and object to his hold. It was like your bodies melded into one; his hard, sculpted edges melted into your soft, rounded curves. Sebastian drank in the feeling of you. He was never going to let you go. His fingers lifted your chin so that your eyes met his and he planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “Looks like you’re not as repellent as you thought, dragă.”

(P.S. I really like this handler!reader concept so I might make some more that are also stand-alone's.)

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size fic #sebastian stan x fem reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan smut #dark fic #dark!sebastian stan #soft!dark sebastian stan #dark!sebastian stan x reader #plus-size!reader #sebastian stan rpf #rpf #marvel rpf #mine #my writing #sebastian stan fanfiction #handler!reader #plussize!reader #dub-con #non-con #dub/non-con

[bi-animated]

The Patakis Week Day 2!

I’m honestly so proud of this one, I just finished it today so I can post it in time. (I really don’t wanna fall behind like Inktober ☠️)

Following the prompts, here is the scenario:

Arnold and Helga are volunteering at PS 118 for their summer program that is essentially just a glorified baby sitting gig, which is why they’re letting high schoolers do it in the first place. We all know why Helga took the job, and it has nothing to do with kids. So when a young student in her cluster, Daisy May*, becomes overly attached, Helga exploits Daisy’s love of pudding. Arnold has been watching Helga too, and notices that she’s up to her old tricks. “You can’t just sit the kid in a corner with a pudding cup, how is she going to learn?”

“That’s how Bob did it and I turned out fine”

“Okay Helga, just be big enough to clean the mess”

*Fun fact: Daisy May is the name of the love interest in Lil Abner, where Arnold’s pet pig gets his namesake. Daisy May pursues the main character even though he shows no interest. It’s a Helga-ception.(credit to my bf for that)

One thing that I LOVE about Helga is her tenacity to break the rules (law😝) for the sake of her personal mission. Since it’s just a blurb for a picture, I didn’t get too detailed with the plot but I’d like to think that Helga was getting up to something Football related 😏

I wanted her face to look frustrated for being caught out, but also totally elated that Arnold was paying attention to her 😍

@opthepatakis

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Since I’m using my Tumblr as more of an “art diary”, I’d like to include some more info behind what went into this piece:

Much like Inktober, I’m using this challenge to learn more about Procreate, experiment with brushes and figure out what’s “right” for me.

To be frank, it has been a mildly frustrating experience internally because I already know that my weakness is color. Digital painting and traditional are just not the same, they don’t work the same (to me anyway). The interface of Procreate is so different from Photoshop too, finding and remembering to use tools isn’t a simple transition, either. It makes me self conscious of my art, even though I’ve gone to art school, and it throws me off to have to stop and Google stuff. But! I think with this piece, I’m FINALLY in a good groove of how I want my art to look and how to get there.

TLDR; I cry bc the lesson I refuse to learn is that you never stop learning 🙃

PS - skipping Patakis Week Day 3 to put the amount of effort and time that I want to put into Day 4’s prompt, however, I’ll still post something fun! 💜

#shortaki #procreate #thepatakisweek #commissions open #fanart #fan art #nicktoons #nickelodeon #hey arnold #hey arnold! #helga pataki #the patakis week #90s #90s cartoons #cartoon #romcom #school #fan fic #teen #comic art

[music-oc-tournament]

NEPOTISM BONUS ROUND!!!

Since I disqualified myself and my friend group from participating due to bias, I've decided to make a bonus, 1 day only, free for all poll for me and all my friends Villains! Who among them will win the honor of getting the...Slightly less prestigious 1st place price?

Top to bottom, left to right:

MIRE: 21, She/Her. Mire's a big boisterous Kaiju "Witch" who magically "polymorphs" (mutates with her venomous breath) people into reptile minions. She acts tough and diabolical in a larger then life way, but ultimately is a big sweetheart at her core, with it not taking much to get on her good side.

COUNTESS VIVISECTOR: Mid 20's, She/Her, Ve/Vem, He Him. Countess Vivisector is a brooding supervillainess with the power to disassemble still-living bodies and put them back together in new forms. She's cruel and cold, but rather artistically inclined, creating grisly furniture and art sculptures out of the foolish heroes who dare challenge her. She's also 6'11 and is gay married to her zombie henchman.

MASTERMIND: 80ish years old, appears 40ish, He/Him. Mastermind, AKA Dean Davis, is the leader of the supervillain group known as Sinistar. His ferrokinesis and engineering ability allows him to control his organization and fight heroes. He also secretly has the power to reverse aging, which he acquired back in the 60's after he built a machine that kills heroes and extracts their powers…Which he used on his own girlfriend.

THE DIRECTOR: 40, She/Her. A mover and shaker in both the business and hero worlds, seismokinetic villainess The Director is the head of Hierarchy, an organization built on the principle of ruthless efficiency. She's a slick entrepreneur who's mustered a cadre of fanatical employees willing to follow her to the ends of the earth and die for her there. Never mind that she cut her own girlfriend out of the deal when she rebranded the guild they founded together- it's just business, darling.

T.I.S.M: Adult, He/Him. TISM is a self proclaimed genius doctor working for the supervillain organization Scelestic, which he helped found. His job is to "harvest" powers from heroes, taking parts of their bodies and incorporating them into various gadgets, machines, and weapons that he can replicate and make a profit off of. He is also a dilf.

LOBOTOMY: As old as time, He/Him. Lobotomy is the King of The Darkness and winner of the World's Worst Dad award, he's a vengeful and murderous god who will stop at no lengths to get what he wants. After forcing his psuedo-adopted "son" to kill everyone he knows, he ends up as ruler of the entire realm he resides in, where he now has full control over everything and everyone.

UMPYRE: 31, They/It. With the power of the sun in the pads of its paws, UMPYRE is a force to be reckoned with for any professional superhero. It's a good thing, then, that it's pretty much just a glorified theater kid, a contractor for the government who far prefers the show and spectacle to any real damage. And for as much as they put their all into their job... well, who could blame them for getting more than a little silly with it?

#scopophobia #scopophobia tw #<- for lobotomy's scary eyes #bonus poll #ask to tag

[themattress]

The Dragon Master and the Dragon Buster

Looking back on Best Wishes lately and just felt the urge to sing the praises of the rivalry between Iris and Georgia/Langley, because it does exactly what a good rivalry should do: develop both characters and push them further in their goals. They actually help each other.

Georgia first helps Iris when she shows up and provides her with an annoying opponent she really wants to defeat, only to fail due to Excadrill not listening to her, which is the push she needed to stop beating around the bush and directly delve into what Excadrill’s problem is.

Once Iris and Excadrill have sorted out their issues, Iris ends up helping Georgia by drawing with her in their rematch. Despite Georgia having told Iris to “be a bit stronger the next time we meet”, Georgia is so egotistical that she didn’t actually consider “a bit stronger” actually affecting the outcome of their rematch.  While she remains arrogant, she’s never this stupidly arrogant afterward, not taking it as a given that she’ll win and fighting more strategically. 

After Iris wins the Don Battle, Georgia stops seeing her as just some upstart in over her head and begins to treat her like a legitimate rival, showing her some respect and telling her that she wants her to become a Dragon Master because defeating her would be worth more then.

After Georgia displays in the Donamite that she can indeed “bust dragons” and has skill to back up her endless boasting, Iris begins taking her more seriously as a rival, motivated to defeat her for the sake of the challenge rather than just because she gets on her nerves.

Teaming up with Georgia’s Vanilluxe is what helps Iris overcome her fear of Ice-type Pokemon, which existed because she was so empathetic and in tune with Dragon-types and is now resolved as she extends her empathy toward Vanilluxe in spite of it being an Ice-type and one of her rival’s Pokemon, which is a great display of Best Wishes’ core theme as well.

Georgia is also helped by this event, as she had been seeking to somehow change her Vanilluxe’s friendly-toward-Dragon-types personality only to see that even with a Dragon trainer teamed with it, its power was brought out in full, and on top of that Iris thanking her (using Vanilluxe as a proxy) makes her reconsider how she views Dragon-types and trainers. Maybe she also realizes she’s falling in love with Iris, I certainly wouldn’t be surprised if so.

In the Junior Cup, Iris defeats Georgia in the first round...but through none of her own efforts, as her freshly caught Dragonite insists on fighting battles his way without any input from her. As far as he’s concerned, she’s a glorified Taxi service to take him to strong opponents. Georgia calls Iris out on how unbecoming of a Dragon Master this is, and Iris really takes these words to heart and tries to fix this in the next rounds, but to no avail...yet, anyway.

At the tournament’s end, we see that Georgia was also helped by the battle, since it made her realize that for all her efforts at making Beartic into a physical powerhouse, it didn’t mean much if its defenses were low while another Pokemon like Dragonite’s were high. As such, she playfully notes that she’s going to “start powering up from scratch”, just as she should.

Executive interference with the show’s final year sadly meant we were robbed of Georgia’s send-off episode, which I personally think would have revealed her to have a Dragon-type on her team now. Using a Dragon to bust Dragons; it just feels like the natural endpoint to her development and experiences with Iris. Thankfully, Journeys was able to save things, as it showed that Iris became both Opelucid Gym Leader and the Champion of the Unova League. And when she makes it to the Masters Eight and faces Cynthia, we see Georgia front and center at the Battle Club where the battle is being broadcast, and her face just says it all.

She’s so proud of Iris, proud that she gets to have someone like this as her rival, to have bragging rights that this girl was helped along on her path to greatness by her, and to be perpetually motivated to keep growing stronger in the hopes of someday defeating her...an achievement that would now be an even more satisfying one than it had ever been before.

Best Wishes’ Best Rivals, definitely. 

#Pokemon #Best Wishes #Iris #Georgia #Opinion #Analysis #I love this bitch #I love this one too

[koffing-time]

[A video file. It starts in selfie-perspective, Olivia in the center of the shot. He is apparently standing in Tix’ garden, around him are a bunch of people. “Good afternoon! A few people have been using the battlefield now, and we have a little highlight now! Muffin seems to have gotten very excited by all the battling going on and wanted to join in on the fun! But you know, since he is still so small, Tix did not think it a good idea to let him battle. But now Yinny has agreed to let him battler her Magikarp! I thought it would be a fun silly battle, so I film it now!"

He switches the video to the main camera which shows even more people surrounding the battlefield, Tix and Yinny at opposing ends. On the ground are Muffin the Budew next to Tix and Yinnys golden colored Magikarp next to his trainer.

“Muffin dear, let’s show them what we’re made of! But maybe start with a growth first.” Tix shouts. The small grass type jogs into the middle of the field, glares at the awkwardly flopping fish and makes himself bigger and more… “intimidating”. ”BUUUU!” he shouts. The battle begins.

Yinny answers this with a laugh. “Magikarp! Show them your Hydro Pump!” Because of his flailing, Magikarps Hydropump goes wide and splashes a few spectators who quickly take a few steps back.

“Oh you’re serious! We can do that too! Absorb!”

The fight continues for a few minutes. Most of Magikarps Hydro Pump and Bounce attacks missing are while Muffin steadily, but definitely slowly chips away at its HP with continuous Absorb-moves. Over the course of the fight, the audience has retreated further and further. At some point the fight seemingly devolves into a glorified water-fight, with Tix ordering Muffint to use a few very useless Water Sport moves and Yinny letting Magikarp use Splash, just to soak the guests further.

Suddenly, a particularly well aimed Hydro Pump sends the Budew flying backwards, slamming into his trainer’s chest. “By Zygarde, are you okay?” Tix asks. A few “uuugh” and “ooooooh” can be heard from the audience. “I told you not to fucking underestimate us!” an excited Yinny answers. The poison type trainer does not pay her any attention. Instead, they are kneeling town next to their Budew who has regained his footing. “Are you sure? We can just stop here if you’re hurt.” they quietly ask the small pokémon. A fiery “DEW DEW! BUDEW!” is the answer and he runs back up to Magikarp. “You didn’t have enough yet?” Yinny asks. “Alright then, come here and get some fucking more!” Tix is back up on their feet and has a new determined look on their face. “Go Muffin! Hit ‘em with another Abso-“. Before they can finish the sentence, Muffin has reached the golden Magikarp and attacked with a powerful grass type move, visibly stronger than his previous attacks, causing the golden fish to stop flailing. After just a moment, he opens his eyes again and starts flopping around again, splashing Muffin with more water. Yinnys reaction is a confident: “HA! We’re not defeated so easily, you need to fight a bit harder for that! Good job Magikarp!” As if he waited for this challenge, Muffin puffs his little chest further and further until he seems like he’s exploding. Then, he starts glowing in a bright, white light.

“HOLY FUCK!” Olivia exclaims from behind the camera. Similar and less extreme shouts can now be heard from the whole audience.

After just a few seconds, it is over. Muffin the Budew has evolved into Muffin the Roselia. His roses are not like they are usually found on Roselia. The left one is a bright yellow color while the right one sports a dark Black. It is also much smaller than the left one, barely more than a flower bud. Tix has run up to their Pokémon and dropped to their knees, hugging the newly evolved Roselia and crying happily.

The video ends here]

Tix was a little bit overwhelmed after this. Yinny decided to call the battle a draw. Tix also can’t stop showing off Muffins new form to everyone who does or does not want to see him. Yinny, I am sorry, this was supposed to be the day for you and your babies. I hope you’re still having fun. - Olivia

#olivia online #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #Yinny's babyshower #muffin the roselia #Koffing-Time-1.0

[nicklloydnow]

“Tragedy is part of Israeli life, and I knew it would be part of my time as president. But none of us imagined a tragedy like this.

Against our will, we in Israel find ourselves at a tipping point for the Middle East and for the world and at the center of what is nothing less than an existential struggle. This is not a battle between Jews and Muslims. And it is not just between Israel and Hamas. It is between those who adhere to norms of humanity and those practicing a barbarism that has no place in the modern world.

Just like ISIS and Al Qaeda, the Hamas terrorists who attacked Israeli homes and families had no qualms about burning babies. They tortured children, raped women and destroyed peace-loving communities. They were so proud of their deeds that they made sure to capture them on video and even broadcast them live. These videos will forever remain a stain on those Palestinians and their supporters who celebrated that day and a testament to the depravity of the terrorists and of the ideas that inspired them.

But almost as disturbing for me is the realization that many in the world, including in the West, are willing to rationalize these actions or even support them outright. In the capitals of Europe we’ve seen rallies supporting the total destruction of Israel “from the river to the sea.” Professors and students at American colleges make speeches and sign statements justifying terrorism, even glorifying it.

We’ve heard certain governments fail to denounce Hamas, instead condemning Israel’s response and even seeking to offer justification for Hamas’s atrocities. It would have been unthinkable to hear such moral confusion uttered after the Sept. 11 attacks or after bombings in London, Barcelona and Baghdad. When I spoke to a joint meeting of Congress this year, I said terrorism “contradicts humanity’s most basic principles of peace.” It turns out that not everyone agrees.

All of this shows that this collision of values is happening not just here in Israel but everywhere and that the terrorist ideology threatens all decent people, not only Jews. History has taught us that foul ideologies often find the Jewish people first — but tend not to stop there. We find ourselves on the front lines of this battle, but all nations face this threat, and they must understand that they could be next.

(…)

But anyone who thinks the cynical exploitation of civilian suffering will tie our hands and save Hamas this time is wrong. For us and for the Palestinians, the suffering will end only with the removal of Hamas. Anyone trying to tie our hands is, intentionally or not, undermining not only Israel’s defense but also any hope for a world where these atrocities cannot happen.

In the months and years before the Hamas massacre, we began to see signs of the emergence of a better Middle East, from the Persian Gulf to North Africa — one inspired by progress and partnership, one in which Israel could finally feel at home among our neighbors. Will this be the world that emerges from this crisis? Or will it be the world desired by the murderous fundamentalists of Hamas?

(…)

Much is at stake at this moment, not just the future of Israel. On Oct. 7 we were all jolted awake and presented with a shocking challenge to our hopes and morals. How we meet this challenge will shape our future.”

“Fears continue to mount that the United States might be dragged into a regional conflict in the Middle East. But this dreaded war has already broken out: In recent weeks, US military bases have come under repeated attack from Iranian proxies in the region, and there is no sign the attacks will abate anytime soon. At first, US Central Command published regular updates and claimed that the attacks had produced no casualties apart from a contractor who died from a heart attack while seeking shelter, as well as 19 service members who had suffered traumatic injury from Iranian-proxy strikes against bases in Syria and Iraq. The drones and rockets were all being shot down, CENTCOM insisted. Now, CENTCOM has ceased issuing updates. How many Americans have been wounded and killed thus far? How many more are at risk of death and serious injury? For the moment, we don’t know.

All of this points to an ominous development: the decline of deterrence. Over the past several weeks, US officials pleaded with Iran-backed militants and terror proxies to stop launching drones and rockets and threatened severe consequences should they fail to comply. Washington has followed through on these threats by retaliating with airstrikes, all the while stressing the defensive nature of these strikes and promising to back away the moment the attacks on US bases stop. But after every airstrike, armed groups in the region have dialed up their anti-US activities. Reports are now circulating of several large armed groups in Iraq declaring a de facto state of war against America.

The core of the problem here is that US forces are spread out across more than a dozen bases in the region. None of these bases is strong enough to defend itself from a concerted attack. What they have relied on, instead, was the perception that if you attacked even a weak American outpost, you were asking for trouble: It would only be a matter of time before the entire US war machine descended upon you to neutralize the threat.

The premise was that nobody would ever call the American bluff. Lately, it has dawned on America’s enemies that the promised devastating retaliation isn’t likely to come: Washington is overstretched and too sick of war to put serious muscle behind the threats. Perhaps it is technically possible for the United States to go to war across the Middle East—to dispatch more forces to Syria, to re-occupy Iraq, to launch an air war against the Houthis in Yemen and Hezbollah in Lebanon. Yet given the difficulties it faced in Iraq, it is doubtful whether the US military would find success fighting a three- or four-front war; the effort might easily devolve into yet another quagmire. And there is little political appetite for attempting this. The public is tired of war, and congressional divisions over the federal budget show no signs of healing.

Deterrence was at first a helpful side effect of real American economic and military might. But over time, it became a crutch—and then, a Potemkin village: a façade put up as a cost-saving measure, to cover up the fact that the military was shrinking, political dysfunction growing, and fiscal stability eroding. Now, as drones and rockets rain down on US service members across Syria and Iraq, as the Houthis assail the Jewish state despite repeated warnings from Washington not to get involved, and as Hezbollah ramps up its encroachments on northern Israel, it is becoming clear that the Middle East has decided that American threats aren’t all that credible anymore.

Deterrence, once established, is cheap to maintain. But when it fails, it is incredibly costly to restore. Can the United States afford the massive costs that would be required to restore it? The coming days and weeks will provide us with an answer, but the signs are far from auspicious.”

#israel #hamas #war #palestine #civilization #terrorism #isaac herzog #america #deterrence #us military

[tiphyrow]

Day 18: self insert OC

This Styx, my old voltron oc. I was obsessed with that stupid show. I still can’t bring it up without going on a rant. I never finished the show but from what I’ve heard I would have hated it (stopped watching before the season Adam was introduced I think) Styx was my first OC that I made for a fandom. All my others had just been for my own stories. My bff at the time also had an OC and we would text each other late at night and tell stories of our characters in-universe (basically just glorified role play lmao). She’s half olkari, half human because I wanted to give her hair. I was uncomfortable with shipping canon characters with an OC (even tho I thought lotor was like the hottest) so I created a separate love interest OC named Alix (half galra half human) that def wasn’t just a reskinned version of my bff’s oc because I Definitely Wasn’t in love with my bff haha.

Voltron will always take up more space in my head that want it to and gave birth to some of my purest cringe.

Old art below <3

Was going to cut out most of the writing because it is the cause of most of my embarrassment on this matter but I’m keeping it in to stay true to the challenge. You’re welcome I guess (Alex, different than Alix, was my bffs oc and they were with Shiro)

#cringetober 2023 #Cringetober #cringe culture is dead #Cringetober day 18 #self insert #self insert oc #voltron #voltron oc

[shammah8]

“Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me.”

Matthew 5:10-11

STAND FOR WHAT IS RIGHT

Jesus assures his followers there is blessing in suffering for what is right. This blessing may take the form of inner peace and joy. This is the meaning of the word translated “blessed” or “happy” in Jesus’ teaching called the Beatitudes (Matthew 5:1-12).

 

The New Testament writer, James, indicates that pressures are blessings in disguise and should be responded to with joyfulness (James 1:2-3). The MESSAGE paraphrase translates the verses this way: “Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colours.”

 

Helen Berhane was severely persecuted in Eritrea’s prison system because she would not deny her faith. No matter what they did, she refused to give in.

 

She explains: I told the chief, “I cannot abandon my faith. If you puncture a sack of grain, the only thing that pours out is the type of grain that was in the sack. It is the same with me. I can only say what is inside me; everything that is in my heart must come out of my mouth…The more you punish me, the stronger I will be. If you keep hammering on a nail’s head it just becomes harder to pull out of the wall…”

 

I could not understand how they expected me to stop believing; it was impossible for me. In fact, the guards were making their own situation worse, because people began to ask what was so special about this religion that Christians refused to give it up, and they also believed. Our suffering became a glory for our faith…I am convinced that the number of Christians has doubled or tripled since they closed the churches. So perhaps God is using this terrible situation for his glory. [34]

Response

Today I will stand for what is right because I know Jesus will be glorified and I will receive a blessing.

Prayer

Ask God to give strength and courage to those around the world being pressured to deny their faith today.

34 Helen Berhane, Song of the Nightingale (Colorado Springs: Authentic Media, 2009), pp. 70-71.

© 2013 Open Doors International. Used by permission.

[fakenewsproject]

#PersonalReflection: Why is college glorified in the media?

Hey guys! I wanted to take some time to shed light on why I personally believe that college life is glorified in social media. This has been on my mind for quite some time so join me in unravelling this question

I spend a decent amount of time on Facebook, Twitter (also known as X now), Instagram, and more recently TikTok. As a college student myself most of my feed on these platforms, through the help of algorithms, have been focused on college life and influencers showcasing to students in high school and individuals thinking about going to college, about how they live their lives on a day-to-day basis. Just as an example, they film themselves in study groups sitting in a café focusing on work while also laughing and having a good time with their peers. Media often emphasizes the social aspects of college on a much-exaggerated level which showcases campus events, parties, and energetic social scenes. Though this shows the importance of socializing, networking, and forming social connections, there is much more behind the scenes than what is shown in a 15 to 30-second post or Instagram reel about an individual’s college experience.

Realistically, this representation convinces people to attend college and to not stop educating themselves after high school. We are young adults and want to always keep a balance between our social life and our academics. In the world we live in, a college diploma or a university degree is quite important to further a career in the corporate world and is at least looked at as a steppingstone to get your foot through the door.

The glorification of college life does not stop with social media, but it continues on within many movies, TV shows, and advertisements we see as well. Actors play the role of students going on a journey whilst developing lifelong friendships and pursuing their dream together. Though this is the gist of what happens, there is a lot more that is not shown on the screen as the reality of it has negatives which people try not to focus on much.

Here is the realism behind it all. There are certainly many challenges and issues that you face being a student in college which social media does not pay too much attention to. Some examples of this are student debt which takes a good percentage of an individual's life to pay off. Mental health is a big challenge for many forcing schools to create programs to help those who need it. Recently more than ever, campus violence has risen to an all-time high as well.

"The pressure to perform, to have the “perfect college experience” and to achieve begins before the college years, setting a stage for the anxiety and depression that can often follow." (Jenna Bucher, 2019). Despite the efforts of counselors in high school, students still do not seem to know how to enter University and how to prepare mentally, or emotionally. Students have to rely on other individuals' past experiences to get a sense of what it will be like. It turns out to be more of a trial-and-error situation.

With all these obstacles students face, I think I know why these are not presented on a higher level. We as students are constantly trying our best to get the best grades possible for a better career post-graduation and to potentially further our education with a master's as well. Being in that kind of situation is quite stressful as your future pretty much depends on your performance. Many tend to drop out as well as they cannot handle that kind of stress and pressure. What social media does is it lighten's the perception of college so students can begin to see the brighter side of things for motivational purposes. I do not completely disagree with the overall portrayal of college but I feel there should be a balance between the positive and the negative to also give individuals more of a reality check.

With everything that students face during college, always remember that we are in this together. We should not only focus on ourselves but also help others so we could grow as a strong community.

References:

Jenna Bucher (2019) The Misconception of College Life: How Popular Media is Making it Worse. Retrieved from https://scholarcommons.scu.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1034&context=engl_176

ZOË SKVARKA (2021) AN ORAL HISTORY OF THE MEDIA’S PORTRAYAL OF COLLEGE STUDENTS. Retrieved from: https://www.hercampus.com/culture/media-portrayal-of-college-students-movies-tv-online/

Social Media Habits of College Students (2024). Retrieved from: https://info.mssmedia.com/blog/social-media-habits-of-college-students

[di-kot-o-me]

YOUR WEEKLY INSPIRING AND BARNBURNING STUMP SPEECH FROM McSWEENEY’S INTERNET TENDENCY...... AS PRESIDENT, I WILL CHAMPION GEN X RIGHTS

by MARCO KAYE

Wassup, fellow slackers, poseurs, losers, stoners, and the dorks smart enough to make loot before the dot-com crash.

I said yo, wassup! Not clapping? Good. Thought so.“A key barometer of the literary climate.” —The New York Times

I get that it’s totally wack, but this year, I’m running for president of the USA, because I want to represent you, the voiceless and forgotten, my fellow Gen Xers.

That’s right, my entire platform revolves around Gen X values, like fixing everything that sucks about this country—which is a lot. Our time is now. The boomers had their chance and blew it. Do we expect millennials to fix anything? Not when they’re busy crying in the office bathroom they won’t. And Gen Z? Sure. Get lost and TikTok a new aesthetic or whatever.

With my Gen X cabinet full of bitchin’ advisors, we’re gonna do what we do best: point out society’s flaws, work hard to work less, fire up the glorified blog, a.k.a. Substack, roll up our sleeves for another tattoo, and tell our grown-ass children to make their own goddamned mac and cheese.

Look, I am Gen X to the core. My parents divorced the day I was born. I lived in malls, surviving off Orange Julius samples and Chia Pet grass. Right after the Challenger explosion, I smoked my first cigarette. I was such a latchkey kid that I opened doors for other latchkey children. We raised ourselves without a cell phone or parent in sight, and turned out just fine, in no need of therapy today. I started a band before bands existed—we could have signed to Electra but didn’t want to sell out. In college, I translated the Cocteau Twins into English. At work, I stuck it to the Man by showing up and complaining. To this day, I never take off my chain wallet, not even in the shower.Winner of the John Newbery Medal. "Here is a book that is truly for all ages, as only the best stories are." —Isaac Fitzgerald, The Today Show (author's pick)

On the campaign trail, I did something I don’t typically do: I listened. I toured important Gen X enclaves, such as Austin, Bennington, Palm Springs, Montclair, and both Portlands. I took your shit talk into account, and present this plan:

Reclaim X.com for us. Just because Elon is an Xer doesn’t mean our culture is his costume. X will go back to what it was: Imgur links, confusion about how the site works, and posts about what we’re eating.

Put a stop to new slang, for we invented slang, and ours was hardcore, while words like rizz, sus, and no cap need to chill out.

Build a healthcare system focused specifically on Gen X pain points, like the lower back area, special carpal tunnel treatment centers, and, at long last, a cure for that eeeeeeeeeee we hear 24-7.

Engender world peace by using the powerful motto we coined, “Silence the Violence.”

Never forget, Gen X, we are the party of Kennedy. MTV’s Kennedy. Who I’m proud to announce as my VP. Kennedy’s first task: reclaim the word “rock star” from the hands of the corporation. Kennedy will also serve as cultural ambassador. We will play more post-punk in public spaces like airports and drugstores. We will pioneer a bold new way to microdose cocaine. Last but not least, we will order Max and other streaming services to broadcast softcore porn late at night once again!

The challenges are many. But if we want to truly slack into retirement, we need to fix the system, even though we hate the system. Like you, I will be lazy and full of self-loathing. But I will be your voice, raspy since my parliament will smoke Parliaments. It’s time we rise. Even the eldest millennial had it so much easier than any single one of us. Together, we are badass.

Thank you, and may our Goddess Winona Ryder bless the US of Fuckin’ A.

#mcsweeney's #genx #election 2024 #campaigns

[rainsmediaradio]

DCLM Daily Manna 21st December 2023 Devotional by Pastor W. F. Kumuyi — What Praises Can Do.

TOPIC: What Praises Can Do. Text:  Psalm 86:11-17 (KJV) 11 Teach me thy way, O Lord; I will walk in thy truth: unite my heart to fear thy name. 12 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore. 13 For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell. 14 O God, the proud are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men have sought after my soul; and have not set thee before them. 15 But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, long suffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth. 16 O turn unto me, and have mercy upon me; give thy strength unto thy servant, and save the son of thine handmaid. 17 Shew me a token for good; that they which hate me may see it, and be ashamed: because thou, Lord, hast holpen me, and comforted me. KEY VERSE:”I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore. For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.” – (Psalm 86:12,13)

DAILY MANNA FOR TODAY

Years ago when I was struggling with restless sleep, I started a new habit, says a Christian mother. “Throughout each day, I tried to notice every blessing, large or small, that came my way. Each night in bed, I named them one by one and thanked God for them all. Not only did this practice change my attitude from negative to positive, but I often fell into a peaceful sleep before finishing my list. God used a time of struggle in my life to help me to develop an attitude of thanksgiving”. The psalmist showed forth his gratitude to God, praised Him with all his heart and glorified His name. Though he faced many challenges from those seeking to destroy him, he was sure of God’s compassion, mercy and truth. He pleaded for strength and deliverance that those who hated him might see God’s goodness and comfort toward him. Praising God in all circumstances, good or bad, not only strengthens the believer but also opens into his life the door of miracles and deliverance. Many Christians are either too ignorant or bugged down with present predicament to praise God the way we ought to do. They enter into His presence only when they have burdens, needs, complaints and requests. They are always asking for more and never stopping to give thanks or show appreciation for the good things they enjoy from Him. God has, this year, wrought for you and members of your family, such things as deliverance from sickness and affliction, accident, ritual murder or terrorist attack, which would have resulted in you becoming either homeless, lame, paralysed, blind or dead. Stop complaining and learn to give thanks to God for the past blessings and you will be delivered from your present and future predicament. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Praising God in all circumstances delivers you from present and future troubles. BIBLE IN ONE YEAR: Zechariah 10-14 Read the full article

#PastorW.F.Kumuyi

[redhatmeg]

Someone liked and reblogged two of my posts mentioning Yasopp, so it's "Meg talks about her old fanfics" time!

Specifically, I want to tell you about how I imagined the relationship between Usopp and Yasopp in my Grand Redhaired Shanks fanfiction. As I said earlier, it was a continuation of a different fanfic where Red Hair Pirates, Zeff, Nojiko, Iceburg and Kureha were meeting with Straw Hats and see how they were. But Shanks didn't want to meet with Luffy (even though he really wanted to), before he learned what man he grew up to be, specifically - how Straw Hat's own crew was seeing their captain. Therefore he told Beckman (who was going to talk with Brook and Zoro), Zeff, Nojiko, Kureha and, of course, Yasopp to ask the Straw Hats about Luffy and record the answers.

Long story short, Yasopp was nervous about meeting his son, for obvious reasons... but also because he was worried Usopp might be Sogeking and Yasopp had an ambition to become great sniper (which episode with Daddy Masterson established). Usopp is, of course, overjoiyed with seeing his dad again after such long period of time, since he glorifies him to some extend and see him as the brave warrior of the sea he would like to become... but Yasopp himself is ashamed of himself and even expects a well-deserved punch. Yasopp is sad because he missed the important moments in Usopp's life, but now they have some time to talk things out. Usopp even asks his father for advice.

There are even two flashbacks involved - one where Yasopp learns he will become a father, and another where baby Usopp proudly shows his dad a jolly roger he made.

Later, when Shanks listened to all the recordings and he and Luffy meet, there is a party... but Red Hair points out that baby Straw Hat said he will gather a crew that is better than Rad Hair Pirates, and Shanks prepares some challenges between his crew and most of Straw Hats. One of said challenges is between Usopp and Yasopp - Luffy will throw apples as high as possible and both shooters have to shoot them straight to the drupels. While Yasopp's sharpooting skills are impressive, his son manages to hit both droples with two punchinkos. This is enough for Yasopp to know that Usopp is Sogeking, but the man is too proud of his offspring to care.

(Side note: Later there is a moment when Luffy has to arm wrestle Shanks and doesn't want it because he still feels guilty about Red Hair's lost arm. Zoro proposes a way to make the challenge more fair: he ties Luffy's left arm to his back. When Luffy says: "I don't want to do that, can't you understand it?", Zoro points out: "And do you think that Usopp wanted to dule with his own father?")

Fastforward to my epic Redhaired Shanks fanfiction...

Garp and Shanks get stranded on an island where men of Monkey D. Clan trained survival skills in their youths, but it so happens that they're not alone - Blackbaird and his pirates (the ones Straw Hats met back in Jaya) are there too. So when Beckman, Yasopp, Buggy (who was with them since the last Roger Pirates Reunion Arc) and Kureha land on the island and start to look for the castaways, they have to fight with Blackbeard's men.

Yasopp gets Van Augur as his oppontent, and the Blackbeard's sniper is mostly shooting from an unknown place. So Yasopp mostly hides behind trees, looking for a way to locate him. He even wears sniper goggles his son recommended to him... and it actually saves his life, because the glass in one of the goggles stopped Van Agur's bullet. But the bad news is that the glass got to Yasopp's eye and he might lose it. The prospect of losing an eye, brings Yasopp on the verge of panic attack... but then he remembers Usopp and even has the vision of his son that tells him to get the fucking grip and make Augur his bitch. Long story short, it's enough for Yasopp to get back his resolve and win.

Many people told me afterwords that of all the fights with Blackbeard Pirates this one was the most climating, maybe sans the grand showdown between Shanks and Teach.

After that Yasopp loses the eye and for the rest of the fic he doesn't have much to do - the plot focuses mostly on Shanks and his interactions with various canon characters, but Yasopp himself becomes part of the background most of the time. Frankly, he and Beckman were the only Red Haired Pirates I knew by name, so he was also one of the characters Shanks talked the most when I wanted for his crew to do or react to something. I also made a point of mentioning that Yasopp was never going to the brothels because he wanted to remain faithful to his wife...

But in a series of Little Red Riding Hood parodies told by various One Piece characters, I presented him as the most naughty and prone to inappropirate jokes. To this day, I don't know why him. I suppose that back then I thought that I can't be funny without rouchy humor and he seemed like the guy who would be prone to it the most.

Anyway, the original epic Redhaired Shanks fanfiction and the fic about grand Red Hair and Straw Hat Pirates Reunion that preceeded it had some errors in regards to characters. Now I would probably write some of things differently (my friends who read it, know that I made assholes out of Whitebeard, Zeff, Iceburg and probably couple of other guys). As for Yasopp... I wouldn't probably change much, but I would develop his relationship with Usopp a little.

#one piece #redhatmeg muses #yasopp #usopp #red haired shanks

[childrensbread]

Loving Through Sacrifice

God’s Love and Ours

💜 Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.

Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.

This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.

This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.

Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.

No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. ~1 John 4:7-12 ✝️

Devotional

This week, we're talking about love.

Begin by thinking of someone you love deeply.

When was the last time they made you laugh? Go back to that moment. Are you smiling? Love is a powerful force. Even a glimpse of it can change your day.

Now, contemplate this: Beyond the things love does, what exactly is love?

Understanding love in its deepest sense is difficult. Today's passage helps us. The author, John, reveals a fundamental truth about God's nature that transforms how we see love. God doesn't only show love. He is love. Consequently, we can only know what love is by knowing who God is.

Let that resonate.

The revelation is so profound, it's almost overwhelming. John Climacus, a 6th century monk, wrote: "God is love. So he who wishes to define this tries with bleary eyes to measure the sand in the ocean." His point is relatable. He's saying God's nature as love is so deep that comprehending it is nearly impossible. Don't be worried by that, though. Just because we may never fully understand God's love, it doesn't stop us experiencing it. We follow a relational God who, by nature, overflows with love for us. Our entire faith walk is encircled by love.

What, then, does this love look like?

In a culture where "love" is used for everything from "I love burgers" to "I love my parents", we must be clear how we're defining the concept. Otherwise we'll end up with a confusing picture of the God who "is" love.

After John drops the bombshell that God is love, he helps us grasp it: "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins" (Verse 10).

This statement bestows today's key reflection: Love sacrifices.

Christ's death on the cross taught us that love is not self-seeking.

Instead it gives of itself for the welfare of others. If we're to be like Jesus, our love can never just exist with words. It must be supported with action. This is non-negotiable. There's no true love without sacrifice.

Although this is a challenge, it is also an encouragement. With the right attitude, it can spur you on today. As you sacrifice for love in whatever arena you find yourself within, you're representing the Glorious One who first sacrificed for you. That's a stunning privilege.

To the parent who works overtime to feed their child, you're reflecting Jesus.

To the person who gives their time night after night to sit with their struggling friend, you're reflecting Jesus.

To the exhausted teacher who keeps turning up for class, you're reflecting Jesus. The list could go on.

Today, friend, stay the path of sacrificial love. Love radically. Give yourself to others and encounter the God who gave Himself to you. He'll never leave you empty.

Source: Glorify App

Image: Young Disciples

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#jesusfreak #bibletruth #godislove #jesusisthelightoftheworld #jesusneverfails #godisgood #bible reflection #follow jesus #christian motivation #christian faith #jesus christ #christian inspiration #jesussaves #our daily bread #god is our rock