and then jesus bestowed this upon me

Reactions To the Dragon Maid Finale Coming To You From The Afterlife Because I’m Fucking Dead

*Spoilers for Ep 13 Below!!*

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No one deserved emotional mayhem on this level but I also thoroughly enjoyed it.

-Why the fuck did they have to put the cutest opening scenes in just before they fucking ripped my heart out fuck.  

-The flowers =my everything?? JUST FINISH ME OFF WHY DON’T YOU

-Kanna and Saikawa are so sweet throughout this entire thing omg 。゚(*´□`)゚。

-Kobayshi’s just chilling enjoying a day off finally and feeling peaceful and then they had to twist that fucking knife fuck

-I tried and failed to hold it together when Kobayashi hears that Tohru left.  Just the way she pauses and doesn’t know what to do and her lil sad face and you can just *tell*  this has absolutely GUTTED her that shit took three years off my lifespan.

-My big gay baby ass cried p much the entire montage when Tohru isn’t there that’s one of the most devastating scenes I’ve witnessed in any medium in a long damn while and is like real-life familiar to me a bit and just.  Holy.  Shit.

-But like props yo Kobayashi’s single mom-ing it up she’s gonna get shit done whatever way she has to

-But it still killed me because holy shit she has takeout because she works late af and doesn’t have time to cook for them

-THE MUG SHE DROPS that hurt me why would they do this to me she’s rushing so much to get ready and get Kanna up

-Taught Kanna to use the rice cooker because she won’t be home

-Kanna has to stay at Saikawa’s because mom’s working OUCH

-And Kanna misses her dragon mom I’m crying

- The way the house is so messy oh no Kobayashi you poor depressed lesbian I feel u bb been there, done that, bought that t-shirt

-Takiya is the real MVP lookin out for his fellow queer bestie, noticin’ something’s wrong, u go A+ bestie

-The way she runs when Tohru comes back omfg

-LOOK AT MY BABIES FIGHTING BIG PAPA DRAGON TO BE TOGETHER

-Like damn Kobayashi woke the fuck up and told off Tohru’s big bad dragon dad U GO BB

-Also what the fuck did he do to her face or whatever??

-Tohru’s face when he does that shit to Kobayashi.  Is.  PRIME.  I literally screamed OH SHIIIIIIIIT IT’S. ABOUT. TO. GO. DOWN.

-Tiny dragon daughter flying her mom to the other dimension to go get back her dragon mom my heart ❤❤❤

-Kanna’s the other real MVP she’s taking care of her mom, giving her the down low on dragon politics, telling her where Tohru is, flying her around.

-Kanna is the prettiest dragon look at those lil feathery angel wings angel dragon daughter ☆~☆~☆~☆

-And then Kobayashi’s measured conflict resolution is life and the way she talks about difference was cool af and just quintessentially her.  Diplomatic as fuck.

-The way Tohru like tackles her added the three years back onto my life plus one and gave me clear skin and watered my crops and paid off my student loans and bestowed upon me the most voluminous hair yo.

-IT MIRRORS THE OPENING WEH

-Also she’s TAKING HER AND KANNA TO SEE HER PARENTS YES SWEET JESUS I’M GONNA CRY ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

-SO. CANON. MARRIED

-Has she like called them?  Warned them at all?  I hope not I hope she just turns the fuck up and goes “Sup motherfuckers, haven’t seen you in a year.  You have a daughter in law and a granddaughter now you will love them as I do.  Don’t ask about the tail.  Or do.  Depends on whether it’ll give you an aneurism or not.”

-I both want to fic it and see it in-ep animated I’ve heard second season is a thing or is that wrong?  

-I’ll watch this episode over and over for the next 20 years.

-And fic it

-And cosplay it

-And protect it

AI tony getting a physical body and then he sees steve for the first time and gets the most intense fucking real-life boner that he can’t wish away and he’s utterly fascinated and terrified bc like he objectively knew this would happen but jesus christ dude all steve did was walk across the room that was fast

tony’s like “yeah don’t do anything about that”

AI tony’s like “but how do you live

“in pain!! stay away from alcohol too”

“this body is hell why can’t ever i stop crying

“it’s the depression”

i’m going to die alone

“no you won’t”

“true. i will experiment on my own body and push all my physical limits so i can keep living indefinitely a miserable half-life because death is a comfort i do not deserve unless it’s brutally bestowed upon me by the man who caused this tragic boner that’s making me cry”

“exactly”

Everyday (Negan) Smut One shot

I definitely recommend giving “Everyday” by Ariana Grande a listen while reading this! Afterall it was the inspiration! lol Enjoy!


“Anytime I’m alone, I can’t help thinking about you
All I want, all I need, all I see, it’s just me and you”

Chelsea gazed out the window anxiously awaited his return to get back from yet another supply run. She couldn’t help but continue to think back to an earlier conversation between her and Sherry.

When she took up Negans proposal of being his wife, she politely demanded that she’d still be allowed to do her own laundry. Even before the apocalypse, she wasn’t comfortable with someone else handling her clothes. Call it a quirk. And now as she folded the last of her dry garments, she felt someone sit down next to her, Sherry. Chelsea and Sherry had an oddly endearing relationship. Looking over at the lovely brunette, she waited for her to speak.

“The girls were talking again. Noticing he’s slowly stopped seeing them ever since you came into the picture.” Sherry started out saying but correcting herself “…now none of us are complaining, good on you honey, but they just can’t seem to wrap their heads around why you enjoy him as much as you do. We all know for a fact that man can be a bit…much. Hell, they don’t get why he still has us around when he’s obviously taken such a shine to you.” She finished with a slight chuckle.

Chelsea looked down, a rosy shade tinting her cheeks. Unsure how to respond.

She knew that they just wouldn’t get it.

Snapping back into the present upon hearing the telltale sounds of tires crunching on gravel. “He’s back.” She thought giddily as she practically skipped to his room and waited.

What Sherry and the other wives obviously didn’t get was that Negan just gave it so damn good. That man talked a big game and boy did he back that shit up.

“He giving me that good shit
That make me not quit, that good shit”

As the months went on he started visiting her more, leaving her little gifts on her nightstand, letting her stay overnight. It started becoming very obvious that Negan had a favorite.

One night he had confessed to her that after she came around, he just wanted her. That the only reason he kept the other wives around, was just for appearances. Maintain that dominance. Oddly enough, she understood.

Posing daintily on his silky smooth bedspread, she waited. Not even five minutes later the door opened to reveal the man that she just couldn’t get enough of.

“He giving me that good shit
That make me not quit, that good shit”

As soon as his gaze met hers, it was like something snapped. In two long strides, he was in front of her, wrapping his leather clad arms tightly around her. Holding her as close as humanly possible. All but whispering “Baby, I need you”.

Gently pulling his chin down, her lips met his. Rubbing her arms up under his jacket pushing it off, then pulling his t-shirt off. Licking her lips she littered his toned chest with love bites. Hearing him let out a relieved sigh, she looked up at his face. Eyes of full blown lust. Just for her. Pushing her back onto the bed, shedding the last of his clothing. Running his long fingers up her calves, giving a gentle squeeze here and there as he reached her thighs. Lips biting her in places that made her eyes roll back into her skull.

“Oh, he give it to me
Everyday, everyday, everyday (eve-ry)
He give it to me”

Pulling off the rest of her clothing, he continued his perusal of her soft flesh. Meeting back up face to face, he molded their lips back together in a long languid kiss. A kiss, that she was sure he didn’t bestow upon any of the other wives. It was full of promised love.

“Oh Chels you’ve been ready for me even before I got back, haven’t you?” He spoke in a husky whisper as he palmed her readily hot mound. Biting her lip hard all she could do was nod. “Jesus fucking Christ, all for me.”

Rubbing that sweet bundle of nerves, she mewled lifting her hips to grind against his hand. The closer she got the more the intense she felt. Then he stuck two fingers in..

“Come on babydoll. Fuckin cum on my hand” Negan gasped into her neck as his hands vigorously worked her clit while the other pumped into her. Finally, she let out a  raspy scream that she felt deep into her bones. It was like she was transported onto another plane of existence.

“Oh, he give it to me
Everyday, everyday, everyday (eve-ry)
He give it to me”

Pushing up off her, standing there he grasped his own hard length. Rubbing up and down he kept his stare square on her. Her body was full of sensation. Eyes on him, she trailed her fingers up and down her body, letting out soft moans of post orgasmic bliss.

She was definitely hungry for more.

Slowly she rose up on her knees in front of him. Removing his own hands, she replace them with her mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks, she took him in as much as she could. Massaging his delicious length with her soft warm mouth, she heard his pleasured groans. Sparked by a sudden bout of mischief, she looked up at him meeting his eyes with a wink. She very lightly nipped at him.

“Oh, you naughty little fucking minx. Turn around.” He groaned as she got on all fours. Displaying her soaked sex for him. Kneeling behind her, he grasped her rounded bottom. “God I love this ass” he muttered with a loud smack of his hand making her release a surprised moan. Rubbing the tender flesh, he smacked it again.

“Anytime, anywhere, baby boy, I can misbehave
Breathe me in, breathe me out, feel me I’m running through your veins”

“Ohmygod, babe I need you” she breathed out as he let out another attack on her other cheek. Gripping her hips with one hand, he lined himself up with her soaked core and pushed in.

Pausing for a moment, he traced his hands along the outline of her hourglass figure. He leaned a bit into her wrapping his hands around her neck with a decent enough pressure. Slowly picking up the pace, he savored each drawn out moan that morphed into frantic chants of  "yes" as his hips collided against her red bottom.

“You take my big fat cock in that nice tight pussy. Fucking Christ girl..” Negan moaned as he continued his assault on her body.

“I put that work on you everyday
When the night fall ‘til the sun come
You done fell in love with a bad guy”

Feeling his release closing in, he reached under her, zeroing in on her clit. Rubbing furiously, he felt her walls clamp down on his length, triggering his own undoing. With a loud satisfied groan, he came hard inside that sweet pussy of hers. Letting his head lay on her back, nuzzling the soft clammy skin, he chuckled.

“I don’t compromise my passion
It’s not what you do for me, I’m doing the same for you.”

“God damn darling just when I thought I couldn’t love you enough.” Was whispered into her skin. It was something that he’d been saying for months. Chelsea was beaming with pride and adoration.

After helping each other clean up, he pulled her close under the silky soft sheets. Nuzzling her neck, he drifted off. As Chelsea started dozing off, she couldn’t help but think back to Sherry’s question. She enjoyed Negan because of shit like this. He worshiped her and in return, she worshiped him right back. A simple act of give and take that somehow blossomed into something more profound.

“He giving me that good shit
That make me not quit, that good shit”


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suaimhneas-peace  asked:

i recently saw the asks you answered about being saved through faith alone. i’d like to raise the question that if we’re saved by faith alone, does that mean that we never have to do anything as long as we believe? i believe (and the Catholic Church teaches) that we have to work towards our salvation. it’s not so much that we’re saving ourselves through some grave or merit of our own (that would never be possible), but more that we have to work towards it and show God that we are willing (1/2)

(2/2) to work towards and sacrifice for our salvation.            



Hi there,

Ephesians 2 directly tells us that we are saved by faith in Christ and that this is a gift from God accepted through that faith, not something of our own work or power:

“But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” - Ephesians 2:4-10


The account of the criminal on the cross next to Christ is further confirmation of this truth. The criminal was being crucified as a result of his crimes and he professed faith in Christ in his last moments of life. Before that moment where he encountered Christ up on the cross, this man lived his life as a criminal; he was spiritually blind and lost, and did not do any good works. He simply turned to Christ in faith in his last moments and believed in Him - and Christ confirmed, as He Himself was suffering on the cross, that the criminal would be saved.

Good works are the result of a heart transformed by Christ. If a person claims to be a Christian but doesn’t behave in a way that reflects a heart that has been changed by Him, then something is off. The works are a natural product of salvation through Jesus Christ, not a means of or requirement for salvation.

Saying your belief is that we have to work towards salvation and show God that we are willing is just a different way of saying that salvation is somehow dependent upon our own works. And this is reflected in Catholic doctrine, since it is taught that acts such as doing good for others along with baptism/making sacraments, praying the rosary, etc somehow bestow favor upon a person and play a role in salvation. These teachings are not supported by the Bible, as we can see from Ephesians 2 and the account of the criminal on the cross. If these Catholic teachings had validity, then it would mean the criminal could not have been saved because he had no opportunity to do any works as a Christian. But Jesus confirmed that the criminal was saved - because the criminal’s declaration of faith in Christ was enough. Because Christ’s sacrifice on the cross alone is enough to save.

I hope that explanation helped answer your question, let me know if you would like to discuss this further!

Christian prayer, similarly [to Jewish prayer], is steeped in a magic that honors, rather than subverts, the power of God. A remarkable ninth-century Old Saxon alliterative poem called the Heliand (Song of the Savior) illustrates this in high dramatic fashion. Recasting the gospel in language comprehensible to Saxon warrior culture, the Heliand tells of four heroes who inscribe in a “bright-shining book” the spells by which the Creator made and redeemed the world. The heroes sing of a Great One born in a humble hill fort, who in infancy narrowly escapes death at the hands of a “slime-hearted” king, flees into exile, and then returns to be proclaimed son of the Chieftain and lord of the middle world. Immersed in sacred waters by a soothsayer, he emerges in shining strength to do single combat with a supernatural enemy. He gathers twelve thanes, warrior companions, with whom he travels the countryside, healing the sick, turning water into apple wine, magically increasing bread to feed a hungry crowd, and performing other miracles. As his enemies draw near, he bestows upon his thanes a gift of bread and wine transformed: “‘Believe me clearly,’ He said, 'that this is My body and also My blood…. This body and blood is a thing which possesses power: with it you will give honor to your Chieftain.’” The next day, the son of the Chieftain is captured, tortured, and hanged from a criminal tree. But in the morning his holy breath returns to his body, the doors of the underworld burst open, the road to heaven shines forth in brilliant sunlight, and he rises from the dead.

To see Jesus and his disciples transported into a world of thanes and soothsayers, where magic and holiness coincide, is extraordinary enough. Yet more remarkable is how little the essential Christian message is lost in the process. The Heliand’s version of the Lord’s Prayer, for example, while saturated with magic, remains faithful to the New Testament account. It begins with one of the twelve asking Jesus to teach them how to pray: “'Our good Lord,’ he said, "we need Your gracious help in order to carry out Your will and we also need Your own words, Best of all born, to teach us, Your followers, how to pray – just as John, the good baptist, teaches his people with words every day how they are to speak to the ruling God. Do this for Your own followers – teach us the secret runes.’” And so he teaches them this prayer:

Father of us, the sons of men,
You are in the high heavenly kingdom,
blessed be Your name in every word.
May Your mighty kingdom come.
May Your will be done all over this world –
just the same as it is up there
in the high heavenly kingdom.
Give us support each day, good Chieftain,
Your holy help, and pardon us, Protector of Heaven,
our many crimes, just as we do to other human beings,
Do not let evil little creatures lead us off
to do their will, as we deserve,
but help us against all evil deeds.

No prayer is more familiar, yet a mere twist of poetic diction makes it strange again, and in this strangeness a magical potency stands revealed…

To turn from the Heliand to a fresh reading of the New Testament us to have the scales fall from our eyes. Instantly we recognize that the early Christians must have seen Jesus, in part, as a warrior engaged in combat with satanic powers, using as his weapon prayer infused with divine magic.
—  prayer: a history by carol & phillip zaleski
  • [Kirk limps into medbay injured and bleeding]
  • McCoy [shocked]: Jesus Christ
  • Kirk [innocent]: Are you referring to me, Bones-y?
  • McCoy: What? N-
  • Kirk [astonished]: Could it be, the Great Bones-y McCoy has bestowed upon me a nickname?
  • McCoy: Now wait a god damn corn-fed minute-
  • Kirk [fans face with hand]: I knew this would happen eventually. I told myself I wouldn't cry-
  • McCoy: JIM-
  • Kirk: Now, now, Bones-y. It's Jesus now.

Visit to the Blessed Sacrament by St. Alphonsus

Lord Jesus Christ, who through the love which thou bearest to man, dost remain with them day and night in this sacrament, full of mercy and love, expecting, inviting, and receiving all who come to visit Thee; I believe that Thou art present in the Sacrament of the Altar. From the abyss of my nothingness I adore Thee, and I thank Thee for all the favors wich Thou hast bestowed upon me, particularly for having given me Thyself in this sacrament, for having given me for my advocate Thy most Holy Mother Mary, and for having called me to visit Thee in this Church.

I this day salute Thy most loving Heart, and I wish to salute it for three ends: first, in thanksgiving for this great gift; second, in compensation for all the injuries Thou hast received from Thy enemies in this sacrament; third, I wish by this visit to adore Thee in all places in which Thou art least honored and most abandoned in this Holy sacrament. My Jesus, I love Thee with my whole heart. I am sorry for having hitherto offended Thy infinite goodness. I purpose, with the assistance of Thy grace, nevermore to offend Thee; and at this moment, miserable as I am I consecrate my whole being to Thee. I give Thee my entire will, all my affections and desires, and all that I have. From this day forward, do what thou wilt with me and with whatsoever belongs to me. I ask and desire only Thy holy love, the gift of final perseverance, and the perfect accomplishment of Thy will. I recommend to Thee the souls in purgatory, particularly those who were most devoted to the Blessed Sacrament and to most Holy Mary; and I also recommend to Thee all poor sinners. Finally, my dear Saviour, I unite all my affections with the affections of Thy most loving Heart; and thus united I offer them to Thy eternal Father, and I entreat Him, in Thy name and for Thy sake, to accept them. Amen.

  • OTP: *appears in the same scene*
  • Me: I’m so blessed I would just like to thank God for this blessing that has been bestowed upon me and I am just so thankful to the heavens for this gift I have received and also thank you Jesus for giving me this honor and I’d also like to tha——

 One Minute Reflection – September 14 

He who does not take up his cross and come after me is not worthy of me…………Mt 10:38

REFLECTION – The Cross is the greatest gift God could bestow on His elect on earth. There is nothing so necessary, so beneficial, so sweet or so glorious as to suffer for Jesus.
If you suffer as you ought, the cross will become a precious yoke that Jesus will carry with you…………………St Louis Grignion de Montfort

PRAYER – Lord Jesus, impress upon me that without a cross on earth there will be no crown in heaven. Help me to bear my cross daily for You as You bore Your Cross for me and for all human beings. Amen

My most loving Jesus, Who, although thou didst foresee my ingratitude, hast never ceased to bestow upon me an abundance of graces, above all, the grace of the Faith — ah, of Thy mercy enkindle such a flame within my heart, that my daily life may be always conformable to my Faith. O Divine, true and only Lover of my soul, when will the day at length arrive on which I shall begin to love Thee with my whole heart?
—  St. Alphonsus Liguori