I pray to god this works

brideshead  asked:

When did you know you were called to the priesthood? :)

Well I first began to hear a vocation in my sophomore year of college, six and a half years ago (yikes). The discernment process continued and I entered seminary, and I just continued to receive confirmations in various ways. Lamentably, one never really “knows” if you are called to the priesthood. You have to trust in God and that He is leading you where He wills, and pray that you are open to hearing and doing His will. It may sound very touch-and-go, but that’s how trust works sometimes. It’s hard, but your faith in God has to be stronger than your faith in yourself to screw things up.

“One night I was talking with my wife about how perfect our life was. It was twenty-five years ago. We had four children. We’d just saved enough money to buy a new house. We felt so lucky. I remember she said: ‘What if God takes something from us?’ The next day I came home from work and found my wife screaming. She was holding our oldest son. He’d stuck his hand in the washing machine andelectrocuted himself. We couldn’t revive him. We rushed to the hospital but the doctors said there was nothing they could do. I begged them to try. My friends from the church came and we all started to pray. And the doctors were able to bring him back to life. He became a case study. Today he’s 29. He has learning problems. He can’t read or write. But he has a job as a security guard. He enjoys his life. And to this day, I believe in miracles.”

(Valparaíso, Chile)

Yuri on Ice from Yakov’s perspective

Banquet:

 Yuri don’t let yourself get baited into a dance batt- I SAID DON’T GET BAITED INTO A DANCE BATTLE! GODDAMNIT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING SPONSERS!

Victor! Mila! Stop encouraging them! AND STOP TAKING PICTURES

Victor you’re not even drunk! STOP DANCING WITH THE SLOPPY DRUNK

Why is there a stripper pole in here? Why is this allowed to get out of hand? WHERE THE HELL ARE CHRIS AND THIS DRUNK’S COACHES?!?

Victor! DON’T LET DRUNKS HUMP YOU IN FRONT OF SPONSERS! NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM! I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN LOVE HE’S DRUNK AND YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I’LL TAKE HIM BACK TO HIS ROOM BEFORE YOU MAKE ANY MORE BAD DECISIONS.

- *sends Celestino a strongly worded email about keeping an eye on his pupils in the future the next morning*

Episode One

- Victor stop. Stop pining. You aren’t in love. No I don’t believe in love at first sight and I certainly don’t believe in love at first drunken humping. You’re right I’m not taking this seriously. He hasn’t contacted you because he was DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND! Did you see how much booze he downed? It’s a wonder he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning. Just stfu and skate.

- Victor no. It’s not a message. Victor no! Don’t give up your career for an ill-advised booty call! UGH if I can’t stop you just make sure our Yuri doesn’t find out where you went.

Episode Two

- WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN TOO YURI! I COULDN’T STOP VICTOR MAKING AN ILL-ADVISED BOOTY CALL BUT YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE ATTEMPTING THAT! YEAH SURE YOU’RE NOT THERE FOR THAT I’VE SEEN YOUR ROOM! …NO ONE HAS 30 POSTERS OF SOMEONE IN THEIR ROOM BECAUSE THEY ‘HATE THEM JUST SO MUCH’ YOU’RE FOOLING NO ONE KID!

Episode Three

- OMFG did you really give him a program about the night he got sloppy drunk and you turned into even a bigger moron? You’re going to put me into an early grave.

Episode Four

- MILA! STOP POKING THE SMOL ANGRY CHILD! HIS SCREECHING HURTS MY EARS!

- Wait, why the hell do I have to go live with my ex-wife and the angsty teen? I don’t want to have to listen to a list of my failures or a catalogue of all the ways Drunk Yuri is the worst especially as it tends to devolve into ‘stupid pig, how dare he be so good looking’.

Episode Five

- Victor stop trying to pretend this isn’t an elaborate booty call. This is not how coaching works.

Episode Six

- I have the living legend who gave it all up to be a pretend coach in order to get with a sloppy drunk, a sadist of a female skater who stirs up trouble on purpose, an angsty teen who can’t tell the difference between having a crush and hating someone and an emo skater who is far too old to be as emo as he is. Kill me now.

Episode Seven

- Maybe I was giving Victor a disservice. His student is actually doing quite well and maybe they are taking it seriously and HOLY FUCK NEVERMIND JUST KISS YOUR STUDENT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD VICTOR YOU ASSHAT

Episode Eight

- Yuri has calmed down and I’m just going to ignore Victor. Yep that’ll work OMFG did you HAVE TO KISS HIS FUCKING SKATE?!? THIS IS WHY YOU WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TAKE HIM BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM! YOU HAVE NO CHILL!

You want me to what? Be his coach? Well…only because I like Maccachin.

Episode Nine

- You’re alright actually, I hereby allow you the name Japanese Yuri instead of Drunk Yuri. You may be the only sane person I know surprisingly. I still am going to tell you off for fucking up though.

- ….I take it all back. WTF was up with all the hugging.

Episode Ten

- …They got engaged. Victor really is going to marry him….I’m not even surprised at this point. Fine. Keep him Japanese Yuri. He’s a pain in the ass anyway.

Episode Eleven

-  YES! I AM A PROUD DAD/COACH! HAPPIEST I’VE BEEN THIS WHOLE YEAR

Episode Twelve

- WTF? You’re coming back now? Idek what’s going on anymore.

- Well done Yuri! I’m so proud of you for winning gold!

- …They are doing a super romantic pairs skate because of course they are.

- Okay so Victor is coming back to Russia to train cool….wait what do you mean you’re still going to coach Japanese Yuri? WTF? HOW WOULD THAT EVEN WORK? WTF NO.

Post Episode Twelve

- STOP FLIRTING IN THE RINK! WHY GOD WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED?

- STOP GROPING HIM VICTOR THERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

-  YURI P STOP THROWING THINGS EVERY TIME THEY FLIRT

-  I HATE ALL OF MY CHILDREN SO MUCH.

- YOU’RE ALL THE REASON I HAVE NO HAIR

Pray for Yakov

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode one - the bone orchard. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ no expertise can surmount a sea that does not wish you to reach shore. ❞
  • ❝ wind can be reasoned with. ❞
  • ❝ celebration was cut short. ❞
  • ❝ only good thing about being in prison is the relief. ❞
  • ❝ tomorrow can’t do anything today hasn’t already managed. ❞
  • ❝ this country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks. ❞
  • ❝ no gallows dirt, no gallows deals. ❞
  • ❝ you know, i’m not superstitious. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t believe in anything i can’t see. ❞
  • ❝ i feel like there’s a fuckin’ axe hanging over my head. i can’t see it, but i believe it. ❞
  • ❝ i can see it fine. ❞
  • ❝ prison has a way of trying to keep you in prison. ❞
  • ❝ i smell snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love you. something feels weird. ❞
  • ❝ i love you too. what feels weird? ❞
  • ❝ the air feels constipated, like if it’d just push out a storm, it’d be okay. ❞
  • ❝ a hundred twenty hours till you’re home. ❞
  • ❝ waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isn’t. ❞
  • ❝ do not piss off those bitches in airports. ❞
  • ❝ i guess this must be your lucky day, huh ?
  • ❝ you nervous ?
  • ❝ just sit back and be a bird. ❞
  • ❝ i offer you the worm from my beak and you look at me like i fucked your mom
  • ❝ you’re just the first person i’ve met who isn’t an asshole. ❞
  • ❝ give me time. ❞
  • ❝ what would you have done, my boy
  • ❝ seems like a firm decision made for good reasons, i can respect that. ❞
  • ❝ you lost something vital in there, and not just time. ❞
  • ❝ what might i call you, if i were so inclined
  • ❝ always good to meet a fellow traveler. ❞
  • ❝ i usually end up getting what i want. on average, over time. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all about getting people to believe in you. it’s not their cash, it’s their faith. ❞
  • ❝ now, what’s keeping us aloft ? faith ? or newton ?
  • ❝ don’t rush into this, take your time. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always work for a big guy who’s smart enough to know he’s better off letting people think he’s dumb. ❞
  • ❝ by the end of your tenure, you could be the next king of america. ❞
  • ❝ a man gets out of prison, he should be focused above all on not going back. ❞
  • ❝ believe. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t think i have the talent for it. ❞
  • ❝ you … like me
  • ❝ i’m not what i once was. ❞
  • ❝ you’re perfect. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what i’m doing. ❞
  • ❝ what man does ?
  • ❝ do something for me. worship me. ❞
  • ❝ worship me. pray to me like i’m your god. your goddess. ❞
  • ❝ you feel so good. i could keep fucking you forever. ❞
  • ❝ say my name. ❞
  • ❝ beloved, i worship your breasts and your eyes and your cunt. and i worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry red lips. ❞
  • ❝ i am yours, my beloved. ❞
  • ❝ go on, let go ! give me everything !
  • ❝ i love you. ❞
  • ❝ not that rushing into things can’t be a good thing … ❞
  • ❝ sex rushed into tends to work out best for all involved. ❞
  • ❝ okay, i’ve said ‘fuck off’ politely as many ways as i’m gonna. now i’m fixing to be direct. ❞
  • ❝ what the fuck do you know about [ ] ?
  • ❝ more than you, it seems. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not gonna work for anyone who’s got worse luck than me. ❞
  • ❝ call it. ❞
  • ❝ rigged games are the easiest to beat. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a little creepy, and you’re forward, and familiar, and i don’t like it. i don’t like you. ❞
  • ❝ who’re you ?
  • ❝ i’m a leprechaun. ❞
  • ❝ we don’t come from moscow, russia. or moscow, idaho, for that matter. ❞
  • ❝ no details. ❞
  • ❝ devil’s in the details. ❞
  • ❝ do you know who he is ? who he really is
  • ❝ he’s hustling you. he’s a hustler. ❞
  • ❝ damn right. i’m a hustler, swindler, cheater, and liar. it’s why i need assistance. ❞
  • ❝ name your price. ❞
  • ❝ how’d you do it ?
  • ❝ with panache. ❞
  • ❝ simplest trick in the world. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll fight you for it. ❞
  • ❝ win or lose, and you will lose, it’s yours if you fight me. ❞
  • ❝ can you feel the joy rising in your veins like the sap in the springtime ?
  • ❝ i wanted to be a part of your history. ❞
  • ❝ it’s just anger ––– makes you feel like you can change the outcome. ❞
  • [] had the nerve to ask me what i wanted him to do with it. i told him leave it where it found it. ❞
  • ❝ target would be more interesting than here. ❞
  • ❝ if there isn’t some kinda life after death, i’m gonna be so fuckin’ pissed. ❞
  • ❝ there is no closure from the dead. ❞
  • ❝ i’m sorry for your loss, [] , i really am. anyone tell you that yet ? anyone even hug you ?
  • ❝ hear me out, this is a good one. lex talionis. an eye for an eye. a blowjob for a blowjob. ❞
  • ❝ jesus, who knew i could be so angry ?! 
  • ❝ i am trying to get my dignity back here
  • ❝ don’t fuck with me, [
  • ❝ what’s he doing here ? what’s the plan ? what’s the game plan, man ? ❞
  • ❝ how auspicious, you must be special. ❞
  • [ ] is history. forgotten and … old. ❞
  • ❝ we have reprogrammed reality. language is a virus. religion, an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. ❞
  • ❝ the dominant fucking paradigm, [] , that is the only important thing. ❞
  • ❝ by the way, i was sorry to hear about your wife/husband. tough break. ❞
  • ❝ so, i will ask again: what is it [ ] is up to ? ❞
  • ❝ you saying you don’t know ? … would you tell me even if you did ?

“People who see us from the outside think that our greatest struggle is the disability. It’s not. Our greatest struggle is that we’d fallen out of love with each other. I lost a lot of my independence when Tatiana was born. I fell into a depression. He was working a lot. We grew distant. I didn’t think I could ever love him again. Two years ago I prayed one night, and said: ‘God, you’ve done so much. Please grant me one more miracle and make me love him again.’ The first change came from me. He’s always been the easygoing one, so I had to change first. I started trusting more. I tried to be more forgiving and understanding. I started to cook for him and organize things around the house. And he started spending more time at home. We started enjoying each other’s company. We talked about things other than diseases. And we started going out together– just like this. It was like I suddenly met a friend, who became my best friend, who became my love. And our life started over again.”

(São Paulo, Brazil)

Some tips that work for me, maybe for you.

1. When I don’t want to read scripture: Pray for 4-5 minutes to God. Just confess it. Tell him why you feel that way, and if you don’t know why, tell Him that.

If you’re watching tv or netflix, or on social media– turn them off and walk away for 10 minutes with the Bible open in front of you. Don’t do anything else. It will be hard to sit there for ten minutes not doing anything.

2.When I don’t feel like praying: Just do it.

It doesn’t have to be out loud - But if you can you should: it seems to help keep my thoughts clearer. Usually for me, there is some thought I am having that is making me not feel like praying.

Or, (2.A) Think of prayer differently.

Sometimes I catch myself caught up in formality of prayer and it can really get in the way. I want to be respectful towards God, and you definitely should too, but I think it is better sometimes to just say what you need to say. God understands how you are feeling and why, even if it is not respectful towards Him. Sometimes we don’t share these kinds of things in prayer because we are afraid God will be upset with us for saying, and we feel guilty for even thinking it. Some, like myself, sometimes will go as far as to completely deny we think and feel that way. IT DOES YOU NO GOOD TO HOLD THAT IN AND DENY IT. The sooner you confess it, the sooner you can ask God to help change your heart and mind to think rightly about God and your life. 

3. When I don’t feel like doing anything:

- Take a shower: I don’t know why but taking a shower, getting fresh clothes on and smelling nice seems to put my head back on straight. It somehow makes me ready to do things.

- Eat something/ Drink something: Dehydration and not eating can seriously sap me of my will and energy. Lemon water is great for me because it doesn’t taste so bland. Sometimes I had stevia to sweeten the deal. Making fruit smoothies is a quick way I get fed and renew energy too.

- Call or text a friend; also ask for prayer: Just do this one. I don’t have details. I just know it works.


I hope this helps you guys!

Modern Pagan Ways to Worship

I’ve been thinking a lot about the ways I worship the gods, and watching my other Pagan friends to see how different our styles are. I thought I might list some of the ways I’ve noticed. Feel free to add anything you think is worth mentioning!

Learning about the gods: This is always the first thing I tell people to do when they decide to work with a new god. Read the stories we do have about them, even if there’s only one. What are scholars saying about the story/ies? What can we learn from knowing about the culture of the time? Is there any crossover from other cultures and mythologies?

Prayer: The obvious one, but perhaps not one that all Pagans engage in for fear of feeling ‘too Christian.’ Ceiswir Serith has a great guide, “A Book of Pagan Prayer,” if you want to take a look at new ways to pray. 

Offering food/drink: Whether you’re offering a separate meal to the goddesses or sharing a part of your plate, this is a very old tradition. Some gods prefer you partake of the meal, and others don’t. Whatever is best for you, offering a glass of wine or a portion of your lunch to the gods also makes you more conscious of the food you’re ingesting.

Building/maintaining an altar: Another very common one under the Pagan umbrella. We dedicate a space to a deity or deities, and decorate it as a workspace for spells, a welcome mat for the god(s)/ess(es) we worship.

Donning a deities’ associations: If yours is a sea goddess, it is likely she’ll prefer you wearing shells, pearls, or colors that remind her of her home. By contrast, a fire god might like to see you sporting some carnelian or even lava rock. Wearing their colors, crystals/stones, scents, animal representations, symbols (either overt or covert), etc., is a way to remind yourself of them throughout the day.

Writing: Some Pagans keep journals, a Book of Shadows, and blogs to write to and about the gods. If you’re a verbal learner, this can be a great way to figure out your feelings if you’re working through new concepts, or to tell stories about your deities if they like to hear you talk about them.

Art: Other Pagans like to draw, paint, or otherwise decorate parts of their world with a visual representation of their god(s)/ess(es), their associations, or experiences they’ve had with their deity.

Music: Writing a chant, alternative Christmas carol lyrics, or compositions can be a great way to worship! Don’t forget drum circles and jam sessions.

Meditation: One of my personal favorites, guiding yourself (or having them guide you) through a visual meditation to show them more of their world. You can learn a lot about a god this way.

Crafty hobbies: Making jewelery, fetishes, or other gifts for the gods can be a relaxing and informative way to learn about how you see your goddesses compared to how other people do.

Volunteer work: Many goddesses and gods require their followers to flow good energy back into the world, whether that’s by volunteering at a women’s shelter, running a recycling campaign in your neighborhood, or counselling LGBTQ+ youth, this is a rewarding way to prove you can put your money where your mouth is, spiritually speaking.

Academic work: Particularly for knowledge/wisdom deities, this can be a good one for students. Silently dedicating your homework assignments to your gods can boost the quality of the work you turn in–it’s going to someone a little higher than your professor, after all!

Designing sigils and symbols: A lot of people are starting to take up the sigil-making hobby, which is great! Making a unique symbol for your deities lets them know you’re thinking of them, without necessarily letting other people know. Particularly good for people in non-Pagan-friendly households.

Ok Real Talk Tho...

☆ What if Bob and Alicia tried everything to have Jack earlier on and nothing worked?

●I’m mean like everything. Different positions (painful/awkward ones), change in diet, praying to God, Satan, or both.

●It’s not unheard of, but they argued about what to do next. Should they try going to the doctors and try to have something done, keep going at it until they get lucky, or give up?

They’ll forgive and calm down. Heading to bed determined to try again.

●Sometimes Alicia will find Bob defeated in the baby room crying silently. He would be sitting on a chair while looking at the stuffed animal in his hand as tears fall from his face.

It’s a moose that says Jacque Laurent Zimmermann on the belly.

☆ One day Alicia went to the bathroom early in the morning and used a pregnancy test on instinct. She mentally curses herself and looks at the device; expecting the result to be the same.

There’s 2 lines and her eyes nearly fall out of her head with how wide they got. She tries with another one. Same result…

●Bob was still sleeping when he heard his wife scream like she was about be murdered and flies out of bed with as much grace as a drunk; falling face-first and breaking his nose.

This doesn’t stop Bob as he’s running towards the Bathroom at full speed. Upon reaching said room, he kicks the door open with full force and is frantically searching for Alicia, only to find her staring at a pregnancy test.

☆ Bob would’ve been pretty upset at her for waking him up so early, but when he begins to remember it’s a pregnancy test making HER act like this. He stands at full attention…is she actually?

●She is and Bob passes out. Not from the sheer excitement, but from a surprising blood loss from his nose. He wakes up in a hospital bed, thinking it was a dream until Alicia shows him the test herself.

☆ Jack may have been born an “Ugly Baby” to some, but Alicia and Bob could care far less about what others think because they have been trying so hard for this. For Jack to be born into the world.

●Alicia can’t have another one due to the complications she had with Jack. It’s okay though; they finally were able to have one of their one. That’s all that matters and they can’t wait to tell the story to Jack and his future lover in the future.

I Don’t Pray Anymore

I don’t pray anymore.
I don’t clasp my hands together, lookin’ for answers in the sky.
I don’t beg to a deity for help,
2000 years of prayers and god ain’t done shit.
2000 years of prayers and this world is still shit.
I would sooner make a deal with the devil
Than to get on my knees and ask the clouds to send rain
Ask the sun to shine brighter
Ask the birds to fly higher
I know that people have a right to believe,
But when has god done anything for you

When did god do anything for
Mike Brown
“I don’t have a gun. Stop shooting”

Trayvon Martin
“What are you following me for?”

Eric Garner
“I can’t breath.”

Amadou Diallo
“Mom, I’m going to college.”

Sean Bell
“I love you too.”

Oscar Grant
“You shot me. You shot me.”

John Crawford III
“It’s not real.”

These were all prayers to god
God never answered

I don’t pray to your god anymore
It won’t change a damn thing.

Ultimate Victuuri FicRec List 2.0

since my first post did so well, and since my addiction to reading Victuuri fanfics has spiralled even FURTHER out of control since the original, I decided to make another of these monsters. Cinnamon rolls and sinnamon rolls are both welcome here.

I found many of these on the blog @victuurificrec and you should go follow her for even MORE recs because Hailey is a gift to this fandom. Go give her some love

original Ultimate Victuuri Fic Rec can be found here

+ONE SHOTS+

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui | 6k words | explicit

- I have NEVER seen Victor this weak. This is beautiful. This is a gift from the gods because I am weak for Victor being weak. Get rekt

The Start of Life by livixbobbiex | 20k words | explicit

- The single greatest honeymoon fic I have ever read. It’s long but it will run you through the entire emotional spectrum in the best way. Also I’m a sucker for any story where Victor has a sweet relationship with his babushka.

Warmth by SuggestiveScribe | 1k words | general

- A one shot that will give you ALL the warm fuzzies. Takes place right after The Kiss, features more kissing, and just…God. Fuck this fic, it has murdered me. Cutesy, G-rated Victuuri feels for dayssss

Security by Harlequinade13 | 5k words | explicit

- Post-canon shenanigans. Yuuri is v popular with the boys and his fiance gets jealous and then they make out at a Christmas party. It’s great. Great, I say.

UTC plus nine by anirondack | 5k words | explicit

- Don’t read this one in public, or you’ll end up like Yuuri when bae sends nudes…

Thirst by victuurikatsudon | 2k words | explicit

- DEFINITELY do not read this in public and also pray for forgiveness after you do read it, because this is nothing but sin. Sweet, sweet sin. Victor is a sex god and phone sex ensues.

Pearl of the Danube by FunnyLittleOwl | 11k words | explicit

- Some post-engagement travel shenanigans in Budapest and LOTS OF FEELS. I’m not crying, you’re crying!

The World Opened With You by DiAnna44 10k words | teen and up

- The most beautiful Musician AU in existence I s2g. Happy tears and warm fuzzy feels all around. Starts off sad, ends with Good Shit. This fic deserves so much more attention!!

+WORKS IN PROGRESS+

The Rivals Series by Reiya/Kazliin | 268k words between 2 fics | 14 chapters and 3/8 chapters | explicit

- This series includes Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches, which is complete, and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, which is a WIP companion fic to UMFB&MHA. Basically the biggest fics in the fandom right now, if you haven’t read them yet I STRONGLY encourage you to do so. This shit even has a TV Tropes page. (Make sure to read Until My Feet Bleed first.)

Cause I’m a Taker, ‘Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji | 40k words | 9/? chapters | explicit

- Canon compliant, but Victor and Yuuri actually start out as fuck buddies. Then Victor catches Feelings. Wowowowow

Twenty-Five Hours by 0lizzybennet0 | 22k words | ¾ chapters | mature

- Canon divergence where Yuuri and Victor meet by sitting next to each other on a plane. Victor doesn’t recognize Yuuri but Yuuri recognizes Victor because, well, bedroom full of posters anyone? Sexual tension ensues. Bonus: Yurio and Yakov are there too. Rip them for having to deal with The Gays

Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds | 63k words | 18/? chapters | mature

- IF YOU AREN’T READING THIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOURSELF. Like, the fact that Vitya has long hair throughout should be enough for you but the fact that Yuuri is Eros, God of Love and all your favorite characters are gods should make this fic required reading.

Let’s Be Sinners To Be Saints by r_musings | 64k words | 8/? chapters | explicit

- Ok so here’s the thing: this is tagged as rape/non-con but I promise you there is no rape, there is one scene involving non-consensual touching but not between Victuuri, and there are warnings at the beginning of the chapter. That being said, THIS FIC IS GOLD AND DESERVES SO MUCH MORE ATTENTION, GO DO IT

More fics under the cut!

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When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, shethought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.

It’s a Buck Girl Thing (1/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 2.1k


A/N: Personally I’m loving the idea of having a crush on Steve but being in Bucky’s body - surely this will account for enough awkward moments between the two pals?


Warnings: Swearing. Bucky’s ‘D’


Originally posted by sebstian-stan


‘Does he have no shame? Look at him!’ You sighed as you stretched on the mat in the corner of the gym.


You were pining after a certain serum-enhanced blonde. There he was, wearing a tight white t-shirt, so tight in fact there was no point in wearing it whatsoever. You could see every tiny ripple of his muscles, even his bulging veins, growing only more prominent with every lift of the weights.


He had the decency of wearing sweatpants but they hung so low, accentuating the V-shape of his body. On top of this it looked like he wore no underwear underneath as there was no visible outline.


Okay, you were staring.

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i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

City lights.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: All these years together, and you had to fall in love before he goes.

Warnings: Angst

Words: 5022

A/N: Real life is taking away the best of me. So I needed to write, even though my brain doesn’t let me. Have fun with this little story. I also recommend you guys to listen to this before or while reading it for a major effect.

A special thanks to Jade (@brighterlights ) for being my beta reader, who has spent a valuable amount of time helping me with my grammar mistakes and poor phrasing. Thank you so much for being this awesome and kind, I appreciate you tons.♥ 


Originally posted by heartsnmagic

It was one of those unusual nights where cold beers end up losing their freshness after being left on the coffee table for way too long. Those nights that remain unnoticed on the electricity bill at the end of the month. Those nights when the alarm sounds, you’re already awake. Yes, they were exceptional nights. But so typical when he was involved in them.

His presence in your life was sporadic, but his memory was splattered all around you. You had pictures, stolen hoodies, his old dog tags, and diaries saved in a tiny box hidden under your bed. He even said once that your place was the best for him to hide his heart because nobody would search for it outside the battlefield.

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2. Scented candle that match the spells intent, so that help get you into a state that can help the spell. If you think you should be very energized for this spell, candles that have energizing smells will helps. Same goes for relaxing smelling candles, great for sleep sleeps or for anxiety easing spells.

3. Dollar stores. I think most of us by now know how wonderful dollar stores are for candles, especially us low income witches. Trust me, the price of your candle does not affect it’s ability to work. 

4. Sigils and candles go well together. Crave a sigil into your candle then let the candle burn all the way down. Match your candle colors, and scent if wished, to the intent of the sigil (or use a plain white candle.)

5. Prayer. If you are a religious witch, no matter what the exact religious, candles are great for prayer. I recommended purple, as purple is one of the most spiritual colors. It will help you connected to your god, or goddess, or both, or the angels, or to whoever you may be praying to.

Warning.

Don’t worry was so good!! I was wondering how you think harry would go about telling his missus there were no songs about her on his album? Like before he plays it for her for the first time? How do you think that would go down

Hii, thank you so much for your request. This is different than ‘Don’t worry’ and I hope you’ll like it.

They’ve only been together for three months. Probably the best three months in Harry’s life. He knew she was special from the very first time they met, she swept him off his feet with her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
But then he had to leave. Three months in Jamaica. He was looking forward to it since months by then but that changed quickly when he realized he had to leave the girl of his dreams behind.
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t know what would happen. They only knew each other for two months before he left and weren’t even close to starting a relationship with each other. They went out on dates and they kissed but that was it. Harry was scared that she wouldn’t be willing to wait for him until he was back.
But she did. And once he stepped foot on British ground again she was in his arms, telling him she missed him. Later that night Harry told her all about his feelings for her, how much he liked her and how for the past few months he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And with a whimpered ‘yes’ and a few kisses to his lips she agreed to be his girlfriend. That’s how the happiest time of his life started.

But now he was scared it would come to an end. He was scared that the thing he probably worked the hardest on in his whole life would destroy their happiness.
The problem was his album and the ten songs he wrote. He didn’t realize it until he let his Mum and his sister listen to it the day before. They were flashed by his work, loving every song and praising him for what he created but then…

“Umm… Harry?” his Mum asked after a while.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still with Y/N, right?”
“Of course I am. Why?”
His Mum and Gemma exchanged a look Harry couldn’t quite understand.
“You talk a lot about other girls in your songs. Maybe you should let her know before she listens to it when it comes out and feels dumbfounded.” his sister let him know.


And now he was standing in front oh her apartment, a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he prayed to god she liked. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door, the pitter patter of her feet reaching his ears seconds afterwards. She opened the door with the smile on her face that made Harry’s heart flutter every time. She ushered him inside, enveloping his body in a tight hug and kissing his lips several times like she always does.
“Brought you flowers.” he told her with a soft smile.
Her eyes caught sight of the pretty flowers he held out to her which she didn’t see until just now. She raised her eyebrows then, the corner of her mouth lifting mockingly.
“Did you do something?”
“W-What? N-No.” he stammered, his eyes growing wide.
“Then why did you bring me flowers?” she chuckled.
“Wanted to give you a treat. You’re my girlfriend, innit?”
Harry hoped she didn’t catch the stress he put on ‘my girlfriend’ but she did. That’s actually something he liked so much about her, that she caught onto the smallest things.
“Y-Yeah.” she nodded a bit surprised at his explanation.
“That’s very nice of you, Harry. Thank you.” she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

Once the flowers were placed in the middle of her kitchen table in the prettiest vase she could find Harry started to squirm around. His visit was a surprise to her even though he’s done that a couple of times since they’ve been together. It was clear that he wanted something or else they would already be on her couch, making out or maybe in her bed, cuddling.
“Harry, what’s going on?” she asked him softly as she sat down across from him, moving the flowers to the side so she could see his face.
“We have to talk.”
Her heart dropped at his words. He wanted to talk? What was it that her friend once said? A relationship starts with 'can we talk’ and ends with 'we have to talk’?
“A-About what?”
Harry closed his eyes briefly and reached out across the table for her hands.
“You remember when I’ve been to Jamaica?”
“Yeah. That’s only been three months ago, Harry.” she replied confused.
“Yes. And I used my time there to write songs and work on my solo stuff. And we… We weren’t together back then, right?”
“No, we weren’t.”
What followed was a long pause which Harry spent with playing with her fingers and sighing every few seconds.
“I swear to god Harry, if you slept with someone-”
“No! Oh my god, no. Of course not. I would never-. Darling, I’ve already been yours back then even though we weren’t official.”
“Then what are you trying to tell me?”
She was starting to get impatient with him, he knew it. And he also knew how much she disliked it when somebody couldn’t just talk.
“I actually didn’t realize it until yesterday when Mum and Gemma listened to my album for the first time but they told me to go and talk to you about it. To warn you, I guess.”
“About what?”
“The songs I wrote… They’re pretty personal.”
“Harry, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on right now I’m gonna strangle you.”
He almost laughed at her words, she would never lay a hand on him. She could never hurt him. But this wasn’t amusing. It was very much serious.
“I wrote songs about a few relationship from my past. And it’s just… When you listen to the songs it might seem like I really loved these girls or that I still do but I want you to know that that’s not true. I cared about them and I still do to an extent but not the way I do about you. You… You became so important to me over the last few months and I… The feelings I have for you are so strong and they get stronger with each second.”
“Harry-”
“I’m not finished. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to be upset when you listen to my songs. Writing about my experiences… I think that’s exactly the closure I needed to get over all of that stuff for good.”
“Harry, that’s absolutely okay for me. I know that artists write about their experiences and I’d be stupid to think you’d write about anything else. Really, I’m completely fine.” she reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes finally finding hers when he saw that her words were mirrored in them he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I just worried you’d be upset.”
“I’m not. S'nice that you warned me though.” she grinned.
Harry’s heart fluttered at her smile and he couldn’t help but lift her hand to his mouth and press countless soft kisses against her knuckles.
“Umm… You might wonder if I wrote something about you. And I have, there are countless scribbles in my notebook about that one girl that took my breath away and stole my heart the second I laid my eyes on her and hasn’t returned it ever since but… I wanted to keep them to myself for the time being. We weren’t together back then and I was scared you wouldn’t wait for me and then I would have made a complete fool of myself or maybe I would have scared you away and I didn’t want that.”
A soft giggle left her lips and she shook her head head at him. She raised from her chair and walked the few steps towards him, sitting down on his lap once she reached him. Her hands touched his cheeks, her thumbs stroking over the soft skin of his cheeks.
“You are literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve told you but ever since we’re together I’ve been so happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s probably way to early to say that I love you but I do.”
He looked at her with pure adoration and admiration before he whined softly and dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Take it back.”
“What?” she asked him with a quiet chuckle.
“'I love you’. Take it back.”
“Why?” she asked, this time with wordy lacing her voice.
Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with a pout on his lips.
“I wanted to be the first to say it.”
She stared at him for a moment before soft giggles bubbled up in her throat.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” he whined again.
“What am I supposed to tell our children when they ask how I told that I love you for the first time?”
“You’ll just make up a story. You cooked a delicious meal for me and then we took a bath together and just before I fell asleep in your arms in front of the fireplace you whispered those three little words.” she laughed.
“No. I won’t lie to our children. We’ll be a honest family, no lies.”
“You know what? I’ll officially take it back then.”
A silly grin spread over Harry’s lips then, his arms wrapping around Y/N’s body and pulling her tightly to his chest.
“Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” he whispered.
“What, you do?” Y/N asked with playful shock.
“Yes, I do.” he rolled his eyes.
“I love you too.”

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

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Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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