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divno · 2 years

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melodrama is for the people who don't mean half the things they say. melodrama is for the people who pluck their eye makeup out of their lashes the morning after. it is for the ones who get the urge to cut off the people they love, for the people who secretly think their friends are full of shit. melodrama is for the people who love for the thrill of it and romanticize the high. melodrama is for the people who don't have any tangible problems but blow up everything in their minds, the ones who feel their problems are invalid. melodrama is for the ones who hate being called dramatic. it is for the ones who don't have talent because they are never the best, who want to grow but are scared of aging, who relate to everyone but still feel lonely.

melodrama is for the ones who are insecure about their anger. melodrama is for the ones who aren't good enough for their friends. it is for the hypocrites, the ones who value reciprocation but aren't good with affection. melodrama is for the easily distracted, the ones in denial. it is for the ones who don't feel their lives revolving around them, for the ones who recognize "home" but have never had one. it is for the ones who want to feel like themselves again. melodrama strikes the dangerous balance; it is for the cynics, the romantics, the stable, the unhinged, the dramatics, the detached, the self-centered, self-loathing, the selfish and selfless, the undefinable. melodrama is for the constellations of contradictions.

#melodrama aesthetic #melodrama #lorde #lorde music #lorde lyrics #perfect places #homemade dynamite #louvre #hard feelings #loveless #green light #supercut #sober #liability #writier in the dark

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m1ssnovember · 1 day

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“I try not to wonder, try not to beguile myself, crucify me on an upside down hill if I ever beguile you. Were I a merit? did I have meaning? Anorexia, Anxiety, Anti depressants. Forgive me for no A.”

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(Not sure if this is poem, Journal entry or an extract from a novel I’ve written) but it’s mine and it’s raw.

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nikolaevnaetoile · 1 year

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my valentine thoughts

I told you people that I have a great memory. But then, I am not good at remembering how did we even got this train to start its engines. I mean, I know how we started talking, it is when you left me that message. That song. Then it took another push, another message which is from me to have the tires rolling. Well, it was magical. It was everything I wanted to feel and even experience through the span of time. I even thought that you’d be the one I’d share my whole life with, but who thinks that way? When we’ve only known each other superficially and in a matter of weeks? I love how you talk, how you communicate. First, I got the assurance that I needed. The next, I didn’t. And as I continue talking to you, I am surrounded by this never-ending cloud of doubt. It was a question to determine how this train journey goes. Should it stop and end there or should it continue to the station where it’s headed. It was a question. Communication is never a linear way. It is a two-way process. It’s in need of an answer. I needed an answer. Yet I received nothing. And you acted like I never asked it in the first place. Back then I talked to you with no clouds of doubt in my head. Now, there is and will always be. Looming and growing bigger and bigger every day. Today, I face the toughest question that I’d ask myself: Am I an option, where it is in your own choosing that you’ll choose this and that, who and who, based on the circumstance you are in? Maybe I was the last choice in your long list of names, that if situation stumbles like dominoes you’d come to me and indulge my aching and longing heart.

#spilled thoughts #thought #prose #writiers on tumblr #valentine #books & libraries #essay #love #my writing #message in a bottle #for you #letters #light academia #dark academia

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itsohh · 1 year

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Residency

A/N: Female reader, hhhh got mad writiers block doing the transition in this one. Took me aagggeess to write sorry bout that lmao. I did this as a medical intern which is uh well quite different to a regular intern just cause I felt it would fit nicer.

Word count: 3675

Warnings: NSFT, smut, age gap, power imbalance

AO3

When you had originally started your path in medical care, you hadn't expected your residency to be one in a multinational secret military operation but that's you found yourself. After a day of housekeeping, introductions and tours you found yourself finally where you would be spending most of the time. The labs. Meghan who had helped you settle in, waved off as you walked in.

Normally in residency, you would be looking after patients but this unique opportunity lead to something a little different. A bright bubbly face greeted you. A woman, she had dark hair with equally dark eyes. The smile on her face was warm and inviting, obvious that she had been expecting you.

"Ah welcome, you must be the new intern. I'm Doctor Eva Grai, Gustaves busy at the moment but should join us soon. I'll introduce you around-" Her voice was cut off as a man slipped in next to you.

"A new intern huh? I didn't know you guys did that. I'm Håvard." He put his arm around your shoulders much to Eva's displeasure. She let out a sigh as her bubbly mood was crushed.

"This is Håvard. He's a paramedic from Nighthaven. Which means we, unfortunately, got stuck with him. Just ignore him if you can." She flicked his arm from your shoulder and glared at him.

"Aww come on Eva, you love me. You gotta let me get a photo with the cute new intern." Despite her negative attitude to the man he seemed unbothered as he brought his phone out and started to pose next to you.

Eva's eyes widened and curled her hand over the top of the phone. "No photography in the labs. How many times do I have to tell you this? I swear to god-"

"Doctor Grai!" Someone burst through the door nearby and all of your heads turned to face. "There's been a situation." She immediately snapped to action.

"With me." She gestured to you but the person at the door hesitated.

"Actually Eva it's uh a little… can we only have you please." Their voice dropped in embarrassment and Eva paused. "It's not that bad we just uh. You will see when you get there." Eva weighed her head for a moment before she nodded.

"Alright, I'll go deal with this. Gustave should be here in a moment. In the meanwhile, Håvard go back to work." She rushed off leaving you to the mercy of the influencer.

A grin formed on his face. "What are you working on Håvard?" You asked and his persona fully took over.

"All nothing to worry your little intern head about. I was actually about to get some coffee but do you mind getting me some? We can take a picture afterwards. That's what interns do right?" He flashed you a 6 million dollar smile and leaned back on one of the tables. The door opened behind you but it was the least of your worries as your blood boiled.

"No."

"No? Aww, come on what else-"

"I'm not going to take a selfie with you. I'm not going to get you a coffee. You can get your own coffee. I am a medical resident. I'm here to learn and gain practice. Even if I was your normal intern I wouldn't get you coffee as getting you coffee teaches me nothing. I am not your assistant and I will not be treated as such." Before Håvard could reply, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Your insides died as you felt your body temperature drop, your face heating up as embarrassment consumed you. Hoping to sink into the floor you turned towards the doctor. However, he looked directly past you.

"Håvard perhaps it's best if you took a break." There was a calm but deadly glare on his face which prevented Håvard from talking back. With a pause, Håvard nodded before he sulked out of the room.

The man's shoulders relaxed and his death glare turned into a kind smile when he turned to you. "Apologies for Håvard. He's good at what he does but a bit of a pain. I'm Doctor Gustave Kateb welcome to Rainbow." He held out his hand and you introduced yourself and took his hand. He of course already knew who you were but wouldn't stop you from the pleasantries. "That man never knows how to read a room I swear." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "But you seem to know how to look after yourself."

"Ah yeah sorry I uh don't normally lose my cool." You rubbed your face in slight embarrassment and he chuckled lightly under his breath.

"Ah don't worry about it. He certainly knows how to push buttons. You aren't the first person to tell him off and won't be the last. I'm just glad he didn't get hit this time. Means more time patching him up." Your brows shot up and Gustave leaned on one hand.

"Does that happen often?"

"I've seen him get slapped on the odd occasion. He hasn't crossed any true lines yet." Gustave paused while he gave you a slight look of guilt for his co-worker's behaviour. "I apologise for your first day being like this." He let out a sigh. "This isn't how I had hoped for us to meet."

"Oh Dr Kateb it's fine really, I wouldn't have gotten through medical school if I broke over every small thing."

"Speaking of medical school, why did decide to become a doctor?" He pulled out a stool that was tucked under the lab tables and you mirrored him with the stool behind you.

"I think I've always wanted to help people as cheesy and cliche as it is." You let out a small laugh under your breath.

"Why join us in Rainbow? It's not a very typical residency."

"The position was open yeah?" He chuckled at your answer and rolled his eyes a little, all in good fun. "Well, despite academic reasons alone. I've always wanted to do everything I can to help which means if I can help prevent people from needing to go to the ER in the first place…" Your eyes trailed off. "I'm no combatant. I'm here to support though. I suppose in the bottom line, Dr Ketab, I want to find where I fit best."

"An admirable goal."

"One I hope to meet."

"Do you have plans if you decide this isn't where you fit best?"

"Hmm, probably continue my residency back in a normal house I suppose." You shrugged. "I'm not without options."

"Good, it's always important to have options open. Especially at your age."

Just as you were about to open your mouth the door opened and both your heads snapped towards the direction of the sound. Eva had a haunted but tired look on her face as she entered the room. It lit up slightly as she took in the scene before her.

"Oh good the pair of you met! Saves me having to introduce the pair of you. Anyway now that's taken care of, we can show you around and start getting you involved."

"Sounds good." You nodded before your eyes turned slightly to meet Gustaves. He held a kind smile on his face, directed towards you.

"You can call me by my first name if you wish." Gustave spoke up as the pair of you worked on paperwork in his office.

"Huh?" You looked up momentarily. You had been working with him for almost a month now. The pair of you quickly created a rhythm that truly showed off your synergy.

"You call most people on base by their first name. But not I."

"Well, your my mentor, besides, everyone else told me to call them by their first name." You hummed as you continued to work. Silence filled the air for a moment before you spoke up again. "But if want me to. I can do that, Gustave." His name rolled off your tongue as you tested it out. Your eyes flew up to gauge his reaction to your voice. His eyes were cast down but they weren't actively doing anything. They were completely still starting at the same spot on the paper while his hand clenched his pen a little harder. You watched as his throat bobbed while the lightest hue of red dusted across his cheeks.

It was a reaction neither of you had expected. But one that delighted you. "Of course, if you changed your mind, I can continue to call you by your title, Doctor." There was something about the way you spoke that make it a tease, dancing on the thin line boundary line of your workplace relationship. Quick to enjoy each other's company and quick to create a friendship since that very day you met.

"Gustave is fine." He finally managed.

"If there's anything else you wish to be addressed as I would be happy to oblige."

"That's very considerate of you." He finally managed to get a hold of himself.

"It's the least I could do. I mean my respect for you is immeasurable." At your words Gustave closed his eyes, a huff leaving his mouth under his breath. The word 'respect' danced on his mind while he mentally chased himself for the thoughts that had started to drift. Half his age and while you were, in fact, a doctor, you were still his mentee.

Those thoughts were cut off as your hand made contact with his wrist. "You're looking a bit tired there, would you like me to go get you a cup of coffee?"

"No, no. That's not your job, I can get some." He didn't move away from your contact. Gustave's chest melted as he heard your light laugh in response.

"Of course, it's not my job, I'm asking because I want to help you out, Gustave. In any way that I can." He opened his mouth as he tried to decipher your words. If they had a second meaning to them. "Because I care about you." You squeezed his wrist and offered him a smile, his face now finally turned to face you.

There in the latest hours of the afternoon, the pair of you stared at each other. So incredibly close, with only a desk in between you. "You're a remarkable man Gustave, say the word and I'll do it."

"I don't deserve such reverence. Nor such a power over you." As quiet as a whisper with dry lips he replied.

"Don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I always have the final say on my own actions." You had leaned forward. In a standoff, the pair of you continued to keep eye contact. Heart hammering in your chest, you leaned forward and rest your head on your hands. Elbows supporting them on the desk if it hadn't been in such close proximity to his face you would have been completely innocent.

"The question is. How can I help you?" Your brow cocked up at the end of your sentence while he froze in place, his eyes flickering over yours, examining every micro-expression you had to offer.

"We shouldn't." He mumbled out, wrestling with himself and what he knew was right.

"If I'm correct, Eva's the one that oversees all formalities."

"I'm your mentor."

"That you are."

"Your half my age."

"Right again." His brows narrowed at your voice while his hand clenched slightly. Gustave liked you, a lot. Far too much for his own good. From that very first moment, he knew he enjoyed that fire inside of you. A fire that was now directed at him. Gustave could see it deep in your eyes. The implications were loud and clear yet he noticed the way you hadn't made the first move. You were waiting for him to do that. Gustave had been in this situation before, it wasn't the first time that a co-worker hit on him, and it wasn't the first time it was someone below him either. Yet it was the first time he actually returned the feelings.

Patiently you waited, your eyes on his face. Stealing every emotion that crossed it. "So, Gustave. How can I help you?" You punctured the sentence out with a purr and leaned ever so slightly closer towards him.

Gustave swallowed and the last thread of restraint snapped. He suddenly surged towards you, his lips smashing on yours in a messy open mouth kiss. As he grabbed your face, your hands slips from under your chip and came to wrap around him. Tangling over his shoulder, your knuckles brushed against his back. The floodgates had opened with your kiss and neither of you held anything back.

As your lips assaulted each other, light hums and wet noises of satisfaction filled the air. The pair of you rose up from your seated position and you were the one to crawl into his desk, your lips never leaving his.

Gustaves absent kindly pushed away any paperwork in your path and when you knelt he suddenly hooked his fingers onto the under of your knees. Originally you had expected him to be soft, and gentle. So often was he such a kind and caring man. Yet there was always something deep below, a tiredness that never went away with sleep. A constant restraint. One that he finally let out. Gustave sat back down in his chair and pulled you off the desk safely into his lap so that your kneeled form mounted his with ease. Almost immediately after you got comfortable, you started to slowly grind down against him.

Gustave hissed against your lips as your clothed cunt dragged against equally as clothed cock. The combined thin material of both your clothing did little to create a barrier as you could quite easily feel the firm outline that strained against his pants.

As your lips finally parted from his, your forehead rested against him. Lips wet with a small line of saliva connected the pair of you. His lips were slightly swollen while he painted ll\out. The grip of his hands on your thighs was hard and firm, leaving intents where he controlled you.

Gustaves dragged your hips against his. "Doctor." You moan as he bruised your thighs, the friction stimulating you as much as him. A wicked smile on his face curved up.

"Doctor." He replied. Much to his displeasure, you lift your hips off his. A giggle bubbled out and you kissed his lips in assurance.

"I can't get your cock out while I'm on it now can I?" He groaned at your sultry voice and his grip loosened. You slipped off his lap for a moment and his hands immediately went to his belt. Consumed in lust his eyes roamed over your body as you undid your own pants and stepped out of them. As his cock quite literally sprung free from his restraints he let out a sigh mixed with a groan. Normally tired eyes were lit up with life and he had expected you to just take off your pants but as you slowly walked towards him, your fingers undid your button shirt.

Your bra gave him a pornographic display of your breasts, held up on display by your bra. While Gustave wasn't a boob guy, he certainly didn't dislike the view. His eyes ate up the sight, his dick throbbing with need. You were like an angel, impossible to be real. Gustave so desperately didn't want to mess up whatever relationship the pair of you had.

With his cock free you found your way back onto his lap, his time your skin made contact with his hot skin. A touch you couldn't never get sick of.

A chill crept over your shoulder and you noticed Gustave had frozen. "Gustave?" Fear ran through your body while he stared up at you.

"Promise me you won't regret this." A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled at him. Slowly you dragged your cunt over his cock, the length of it blessed between your folds.

"I promise." That last single strain of doubt left him at your assurance and he slipped back into his earlier lust-consumed state with ease. The tension left his shoulders only to be replaced by your hands. Gustave nipped his way up your neck, his hands on the back of your ass. His nails dug into your flesh before he pulled you slightly up only to direct his tip at your entrance.

Gustave let you pick the place to sit down on his cock. Finally, fill with him, you buried your face into his neck while he leaned back against his office chair. Your vice grip choked his dick as you rolled your hips against his.

"Please." You whimpered just under his ear. It was all the encouragement he needed. A gasp left your lips in surprise as he picked you up and lay your back on the desk. His hands found their anchor on your legs and he started to piston into you. Like a starved man tasting water for the first time, he fucked you. Hard slams of his hips against you echoed in the room while Gustave's eyes bore into yours.

The first he had seen in your eyes reflected on his face. "That's it mon cher. You take me so well." The thickness of his cock stretched you and every time his hips hit yours you couldn't help but gape out. Gustave leaned over you. Still stealing your eye contact, he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. "Next time I'm having you on my tongue."

"There's- oh fuck right there- going to be a next time?" His lips curled into a smile and he let out a small laugh.

"You’ve spent the last week rather blatantly flirting with me only for a one-time thing?” He hummed out, his voice turning into a groan while he fucked into you.

“Ah, my flirting wasn’t that blatant.” Your voice was chopped up from the impact of his hips meeting yours, body flowing with his. “It wasn’t my fault you couldn’t take the hint.” you managed to get out under your breath.

“I was trying to be professional.” Your head titled with a laugh on your lips, your eyes pointing towards the way he disappeared inside of you.

“Trying was the keyword.” He made a light slap on the bottom of your thigh which sent a small jolt of pain to mix with the pleasure of his cock. A small punishment for your cheekiness. A small reflection of expression on both your faces as you lost yourselves in each other. Gustave buried himself inside of you and his eyes shut. His neck boobed while he swallowed, his lips parting while he stopped himself from getting too close.

“You alright there, Doctor?” Your voice didn’t have the depth behind it as you had intended, it ended up being a breathy moan rather than the teasing statement you wished it to be. Gustave didn’t reply, only repeating the earlier action of giving your thigh a light slap. He pushed into you as deep as he possibly could, his eyes pointed and dilated. Still, inside of you, his fingers found their way to your cunt, the tip of his index finger brushing feather-light over your clit.

Slowly he dragged his finger down until you made a small jolt, he found his mark. Your eyes widened as he started to circle your clit with three fingers, the action causing you to flinch against him. His eyes hooded and devilish, he didn't mind at all. Gustave's grip tighten and his fingers moved away only for a second so he could hook his arm around your leg to keep it still.

“Oh fuck, Gustave.” your moans echoed in the room, trapped by the soundproof walls. Then he started to move. Careful to allow himself to keep up with the masturbation of your clit, he dragged his thick cock in and out. Your cunt was tense around him, desperate to milk it dry. He kept up his fingers. Mouth wide in an ‘o’ shape you came, a sense of relaxing calm consumed your body as you clenched around him. Gustave groaned at the feeling as your eyes closed, drunk on your orgasm and the feeling of him.

The doctor stopped rubbing your clit but continued to thrust into you, his own edge roaring to go as your walls grip him impossibly tight. Gustave let go of your thigh with his arm, his hand came to the desk for purchase when he finally pulled himself from you. Down from your high, you were in full control of your senses to witness him come undone. Eyes hodded he groaned out as his seed shot out over your stomach, some of it squirting on the edges of your bra.

Gustave stroked his cock while his seed was lava hot on your skin, coating it. Loud breaths left his mouth as he came down from his high. His eyes fluttered and his firm grip around his cock became gentle and he let it go. A rather smug and satisfied look decorated your face which brought a smile to his own. There was a certain glow to the man, rejuvenated and alive. He cleared his throat and walked over to the nearby cupboard to retrieve some paper towels.

“You were right.” You finally spoke up and he looked over his shoulder for a moment at the sound of your voice.

“About?”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” His shoulders shook as he laughed, shaking his head before he turned back to the cupboard. It was, of course, a mutual feeling.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #doc x reader #gustave kateb

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aikoiya · 2 months

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Your latest post about the Gerudo was very interesting. It adds a lot more grittiness and ugly realities to TLOZ universe. I feel like TLOZ would make a great adult dark fantasy novel. But alas it is a kids games(yay for fic writiers)

Thank you!

I think so, too. The potential is there, but I can't help but think that Nintendo might be afraid to utilize the ingredients due to fear of backlash from certain communities due to the Gerudo being based partially off of Middle Eastern cultures as well as Orcs from DnD & the Amazons from Greek mythology.

The problem is that all 3 of these sources have problems as societies, specifically being cultures that were or are known to participate in slavery.

And, given the Gerudo's situation back in OoT, both biologically, environmentally, & socially, is that it would've only encouraged such behavior if for no other reason than for the sake of survival.

It's just an unfortunate reality of life that sometimes people have to do things that aren't good in order to survive. That doesn't make it okay, but it makes it understandable. Which are 2 things that can exist at the same time.

I just wish that more fans would acknowledge that the Gerudo probably did this sort of thing both in OoT & in TotK's past.

Though, honestly, I think the "kid's game" thing is a bit of a cop-out excuse.

I mean, Adventure Time was considered a "kid's show" & so was Steven Universe & Gravity Falls, & they got super freaking grim. And that's just the more recent shows.

#loz #legend of zelda #gerudo

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pokemon-ash-aus · 6 months

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U know, i feel like SM King would like those stories where the hero/protagonist saves someone that they care about that previously went on a dark path (the 'friends/family to enemies to friends/family again' sort of trope) given his situation with Spot and Berry

He loves the one where the villain is the good guy. And the good guys STAY good guys.

Anti-heros and the like.

But he doesnt like em cause of Spot and Berry.

King actually enjoys them because he sees himself in them. All his prior negative thoughts and relating to the villain who eventually gets a happy ending!

((There arent many books like that, so Ash takes the time to read Fan creations and indie writiers to mmpass it over to King. He's become quiet fond of the way people love their creations.))

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alittletoosmarttobestraight · 1 year

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10, 20, 27! For the wrapped one

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

10) What work was the quickest to write?

That's a good question. I feel like I am such a slow writier (in that I write in a sprint and then distract myself and then can't get back into it). But maybe... In the Dark.

AO3 tells me I wrote it in 17 days... Considering some of my fics have taken over a year to write, and are still works in progress, that isn't a lot of time!

20) Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I don't tend to reread my work because I spot lots of mistakes which I then have to go in and edit to correct. But I did recently reread A Steward's Journal (which I did write and chose to publish anonymously for reasons).

27) What do you listen to while writing?

I've already answered this, but the answer is either the radio or nothing! The distraction of sound can be nice, but if I start singing along it means I can't concentrate which means it needs to be turned off.

Thank you for asking!

#asks #answers #ask games #pudentilla

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sunnimint · 2 years

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do you have an update schedule for your current fics or do you just post whenever? (currently following "halves of the same coin" and "beginnings of an end" and i love them both so much hdhfhhh)

I WAS on a weekly schedule but HotSC is proving to be a bit difficult to write :') (nothing big; im just having a bit of writier's block) and when HotSC is being delayed, so is BoaE because I tend to finish writing a chapter for HotSC first before working on BoaE.

Honestly, I'll try to keep weekly updates because as soon as June hits, I'll be taking a summer class that will consume my life for the entirety of the month.

So, in short, I'll push out what I can before going dark in June lol (THANK YOU FOR LOVING BOTH)

#my asks #questions #i don't remember what tags i used for asks

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cmcsmen · 1 year

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Male Catholic Spirituality At Advent

Radiant Light - Black - Catholic Church Altar Crucifix with Candles. By Frank J Casella

Get your copy here.

By Frank J Casella, CMCS Executive Director

Writing is really hard. That's what I heard from an interview between Matthew Kelly and Allen Hunt. I agree! In fact, though I've been told that I'm getting better at it, the more and deeper I write about Catholic male spirituality the harder it gets.

But it is all worth the effort because Jesus says in Isaiah 55:11 about His redemptive actions that anything He says through you does not come back void, that he blesses it, and I definitely see many blessings from the impact that many of you reading this say you have experienced with CMCS!

But now I have some help! The newsletter software that I use now has a new feature called Smart Content. It is a sentence generator that uses 'AI' or artificial intelligence. So, if you have writiers block for instance, you simply enter a few words or a sentence and it provides you a writing prompt. So I entered the words 'Male Catholic Spirituality' and it gave me two options; to write new words or to rewrite my words.

Here is what it gave me:

1) "The term "male Catholic spirituality" refers to a type of Catholic spirituality that is favored by many men. It focuses on developing one's own spirituality and on helping others do the same. This type of spirituality emphasizes the importance of self-discipline and personal growth. It also focuses on developing a close relationship with God and on helping others do the same."

2) "Catholic spirituality for men is a little different from the spirituality for women. For instance, men tend to focus more on the spiritual journey and spiritual practice, while women tend to focus more on the spiritual aspect of relationships."

Not bad, eh? I find this helps me to not only write better, but helps prompt my thinking as well. But I am careful not to let it do my thinking for me, and instead to tweak what it gives me to mean what I am saying.

For example ..

In these Advent days towards the Christmas season, many men turn their thoughts to spiritual preparation, a time of reflection and preparation for the coming of the Messiah. Santa Claus may be a part of popular culture, but for some, the true spirit of Christmas is the coming of the Christ.

Some men choose to focus on prayer and contemplation during the Advent season. As whatever is sacred, whatever is important, it is worth preparing for. Preparation is the key to opportunty, as the saying goes.

Others may create Advent calendars with their family, filled with religious symbols or images to remind them of the coming of the Christ, and that all men are called to be witnesses to others of His coming.

Sacred things are worth preparing for. That's why Advent is so important – it's the time to intentionally recognize the spiritual hunger and emptiness in our lives, and that makes Christmas all the better because we say "here is the answer".

Jesus Christ is the answer to our spiritual hunger and emptiness. We don't need to look around us to see the darkness of our world, when we can see within our own hearts the darkness and when we work to remove this then we allow more room for God.

We can forget about God as Catholic men, myself included. We often live as if there is no God, and even more so that we are our own god's, that we control everything, when it is God who is in control of our lives. We are in charge of the course correction through the depth of our belief in Jesus, and Advent and Christmas is a good time to reclaim that.

For example, in the same way that I now use AI to make something new from my words, when you and I give Jesus the baggage and the clutter from our lives, He makes something new from it. This is not easy, in fact it can be really hard. But the effort is well worth it.

#male spirituality #advent #writing #Christ is the answer #chicago #manhood #catholicism #frank j casella #photography #matthew kelly #allen r hunt

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ogulg · 2 years

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Internet Security and Free Will on Social Media

Corrupt data exist in the information world which is coexist with valuable data. This problem is one of the most popular problem in our technological world.Some people use technology for good purposes. They create scientific innovations like medicine for finding cures to diseases. Others use for misleading people or manupulating to their ideas’ for their own benefits. I selected Dr Alfred Mele Free Will talk and professor David Hand's Dark Data for my topic. These two researches relate with my article about internet security and freedom on social media.

Hence, collecting pure information, as profeessor Dark Data writier David Hand claims that people can be maniplulated with false information by media tools. One of the most common tool of media is twitter news. People try to learn proper knowldge through online media in opposed to common media like tv and newspaper. However, they are feeded by big bussiness owners' manipulative ideas or govenmential influence to control the masses for uniting the power. Some others use the technology for personal benefits. For instance, Lazarus(korean) hacked American Crypto stock market. They stole millons of dollars coins in American investors accounts. Even if some people like newspaper columnist try to englihten the society with the true information, that information would be blocked or interfered by rich and powerful elites for their benefits. Most people think that they decide certain aspects in social media by their free will. However, researchers like Dr Alfred Mele Free Will research suggests that even a miligram of tendecy shown by someone, it won't be counted as free will. Social media has many manipulative tools that exploits individuals' desires.For increasing online market benefits,programming technology develop much faster than others. Many data analytics and collection programs developed through time. They most commonlly used in social media platform called Facebook. These programs target users' interests and create a pathway to increase consumer behavior tendency. These manipulative programs can also mislead ideologies by sniffing and transforming. Most famous example is that Republican Party bought 10000 Facebook accounts to increase their support. It actually had more impact than expected with gaining 1 million users. Social media commercials appear after a person surf something online. For instance, after two people talk about buying cars on facebook, both individuals will get second-hand car commercials from their side page.

To sum up, data can be useful to illuminate frauds and scandals of any authorities. It can enforce high status indivduals to use their power for the societies' benefit. As such, one of the most important example of this incident is Wikileaks. This incident shows that governments' leaders power need to be controlled by independent media.

References: https://soundcloud.com/bridging-the-gaps/free-will-philosophy-and-neuroscience-alfred-mele

https://soundcloud.com/bridging-the-gaps/dark-data-with-david-hand

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bobharrypercicomalec · 3 years

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"So now I ask you...

what makes us..us?

The lies we believed in?

Or the truth we never told."

#words #writing #lies #dark #truth #us #poets on tumblr #artists on tumblr #author #writier

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bestiarum · 3 years

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no, but bedlund’s episodes are thee essence of what supernatural is, or rather what it should have been. it’s thee reason the good imaginary version of supernatural that lives in our heads even exists. all of his episodes are so incredibly complex and insightful. they have the vibe. they’re dark, gritty, usettling. or they’re absolutely batshit and hilarious. or both. the dichotomy of his writing. high stakes and humor. nightshifter’s plot and good cinema “renegade” scene at the end. on the one hand you have the french mistake or bad day at black rock and on the other you have the end or abandon all hope. “i think you pissed off my sandwich” and “the only thing i think we have left, dean me, is each other”. wishful thinking. suicidal teddy bear and dean’s hell trauma. my bloody valentine. cas eats hundreds of burgers and dean is so traumatized that even famine sees that he is dead inside. then bedlund’s insane talent of understanding angels and grasping the sheer potential of introducing them to the show. he was the only one who actually knew heaven. on the head of a pin? the “for the first time i feel” and “it gets worse”? his episodes have this perfect balance of plot related and character related issues. in simon said we follow the plot. but we also learn that hunters will resent sam for being different. and dean is scared that they’ll be right. those episodes somehow go deeper; they make us understand characters’ motivations and the general construction of the supernatural world and all of its intrinsic details. they are cohesive. in the end the characters go on a suicide mission to kill the devil with the colt, and in the devil you know we learn that it would never actually work. the meaning is enhanced in retrospect. sam’s speech in the great escapist, him explaining he never felt pure, not even as a child. all of that makes sense for the current plot, but makes the previous seasons and storylines so much worse. another thing is bedlund’s insane and innovative approach to portraying the story. in ghostfacers we learn that the show is actually a crooked mirror. it’s a censored version of the characters’ reality. monster movie is black and white. thee masterpiece the man who would be king? let’s not even go there. repo man is a monster of the week. but is it? there is a twist. “love of my life, actually”. it’s something that makes you stop and think once again. blood brother. hollywood babylon. clap your hands if you believe and “did you service oberon, king of the fairies” and then everything about everybody hates hitler. bedlund introduces us to new ideas, new characters, new perspectives and then actually remembers, weaves, and resolves them in his later episodes. and he hopes the other writiers will follow. they don’t.

#whew #here it is #my bedlund essay #as promised #kashmircastiel.post #kashmircastiel.txt #kashmircastiel.meta

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