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anonymous asked:

This is the anon who's dad lost his job. Great news! My dad has a new job now, and it's in the same city! God is good, and I hope to use what he has given me and my family to do his will. Thank you all for your prayers! May your days be filled with love and joy <3

So happy to hear this, thanks for the update!! I pray the Holy Spirit will continue to make Their presence known in your life, and in your dad’s life as he settles down into his new job.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon: Jyn's mom was a Jedi who survived order 66. The last thing she had left from her Jedi days was the crystal she gave Jyn. Jyn is the tiniest bit force sensitive

Her father had been a genius, and her mother, a Jedi.

What did that make her?

“The hero of Scarif,” Cassian whispers into her bare shoulder, pulling her closer in half sleep. His answer is both wry and earnest, and she relishes the way she can feel the upturn of his lips against her skin. “And you are Jyn Erso,” he breathes, which, to him, is the only answer that matters.

“We met once when were young,” Chirrut tells her later, and he speaks with the certainty of men of great faith. “I remember her now, Lyra. She had a different name then. She was young. Younger than even you are now.”

“Before my father?” she asks.

“Before many things.” Chirrut tucks his chin and sadness floods his face. “Before Order 66.”

Jyn knew of the history of it, if only through the way Krennic had taunted her mother after too many drinks back at their tiny apartment on Coruscant in the years before their family had fled to Lah’mu. He’d tried to take the kyber necklace from her neck, but her father had stepped between them, cooling the anger before one blasted the other through the transparisteel windows.

“I never knew,” Jyn says. “She never said. I knew she was a believer, but I never knew she had been a Jedi. How could she have never have told me?”

“You never sensed it?” Chirrut asks.

“Sensed?” Her mind blanks.

“Have you never wondered, Jyn, why you are able to move so quickly and so fluidly during attacks, how you can anticipate how your enemy will move before they do?”

“I was a child soldier, Chirrut. I’ve had more training than an entire recruiting class combined.”

“And at sixteen the best fighter among a class of warriors,” he says of her time with the Partisans. “Did you ever wonder?”

“What are you saying?” She resists the answer because she knows the answer. There’s already too much for her to handle in her life as it is. How is she supposed to even begin to process this?

“The Force moves through you in the way it did your mother. Perhaps not as strongly, but stronger than it does for me. You should consider what that means.”

They sit for a long while in silence, Chirrut content, Jyn in turmoil.

Cassian drifts in looking for her as it nears the midday meal and touches her chin to ask a silent, What’s wrong? She shakes her head, not ready yet to talk about it, and he is content to wait, resting next to her, letting her hand drift into his.

When Luke Skywalker appears in the entrance way, Chirrut stands up, leans on his staff, and says, “I’ve asked someone to speak to you about this. I hope you do not mind.”

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As they fall asleep that night, nestled beneath a pile of blankets and skin to skin, Cassian curls a hand around her naked waist and murmurs into her hair as he begins to fall asleep. Jyn is wide awake though, and pulls his arms around her tighter.

The light in their quarters is dim, and Jyn stares at the console and clears her mind. The switch flicks down as she thinks it, and the hush she hears is within herself.

“My mother never told me so many things,” she says in the darkness. “She never even had the time.”

“She would have, if she had had time,“ he says. 

“What if a child of ours has this … gift?” 

“Ours?” he echoes.

She burrows deeper into the blankets and closer to him. “Yes,” she says.

She feels the smile again against her shoulder and he tells her a story of what they would do, how they’d love their child, guide them with their hands, tell them tales, and live for them, and Jyn drifts calmly to sleep, at peace with the Force, at least for now.

March 26, 1981

Due to his alcoholism, Jeffrey Dahmer received an honorable discharge from the United States Army on March 26, 1981.

Instead of returning home to Ohio to his father and stepmother, Dahmer instead chose to go to Florida. In Florida, he worked at a pizza and sandwich shop. Eventually, Dahmer became homeless and lived on the beach. When he called his father to ask for money, his father and stepmother decided to purchase Dahmer a plane ticket to Ohio.

(Murderpedia/A Father’s Story by Lionel Dahmer)

my father asked me to write a pros/cons list for t and my cons list is literally just “possible hairline receding” and “possible weight gain–> rounder face/shape” whereas my pros list is 15 items long and expanding

Liam wakes up late in the morning, he lays still for a few moments just enjoying the feel of his bed and taking a moment to just relax. He stretches out and reaches his arm out to wake the Chimera beside him, but where Theo normally could be found was nothing. Liam sat up and looked around. 
He was alone.

He got dressed and washed and went downstairs, however Theo wasn’t there either. 
“Theo?” Liam called out, but no reply came. He went to his father and asked if he had seen the other boy that morning. Liam’s stepdad said Theo had went out earlier.
Liam swallowed and checked his phone. He found Theo’s number and rang. There was no answer.

Trying to stay calm, Liam informed his stepdad he was going out. He went outside and sniffed the air, trying to pick up Theo’s scent. There was no way Theo would have ran, was there? Liam was sure Theo was going to stick around, that he wasn’t a flight risk anymore, however they was an unspoken agreement between both boys that Theo was meant to stay around Liam. 
Again he tried Theo’s phone, but the other boy was ignoring it. 

Now panicking, Liam ran to Scott’s house and told him he thinks Theo has ran off. Scott looked at Liam and Liam could swear the Alpha was looking disappointed in him. Liam bit his lip as Scott drove them to the Sheriff station. Liam sent Theo a text message asking him to phone him back. In the sheriff station, the Sheriff sent a call out to all his officers and give them Theo’s description. Liam’s eyes flickered to the corner where the holding cell was. He didnt really want to put Theo back in there as it now felt as if Theo were a friend, but if he had really ran off…

A response back to the station snapped Liam out of his thoughts. Theo had been sighted on the other side of town. Liam heard the address and dashed out before Scott could even move. Theo was his responsibility and he should be the one who brings Theo back under control. His panic didn’t let him think of where he was going and it was only as he ran through Beacon Hill’s cemetery did he realize where he was. 

Theo was standing by a tree near the path, looking down at a grave a few feet away from him. His eyes were red, in his hand were white roses. Liam understood why Theo was here, the name of the grave was Tara Raeken.

“Is it her birthday?” Liam asked gently, reaching out to touch Theo’s lower arm. Theo nodded
“I can’t- get to close to her. I see her arm coming out the ground and-” Theo broke off
“Shall I?” Liam asked. As an answer Theo handed Liam the flowers and Liam laid them down on the grave in the vase. He tidied up some of the grave markers that had fallen over. 
As he stood up, he noticed how Theo was looking at his sister’s resting place. Longing but fear also. Liam understood Theo. He wanted so much to say sorry, but he was terrified of her hurting him. It was the fear the skinwalkers put in him, what him, Scott and the others had done to him. 

Liam give Theo a minute to calm down, while he text Scott to tell him it was a false alarm. Liam took Theo home. 

2am conversations
  • ~ AU Prompts with friends ~
  • B: What would dad-Kaiba even be like. I can't imagine...
  • M: Would Kaiba be the one who is suddenly the over protective parent or would he be like a lion and just throw her out onto the streets?
  • H: Nah, he wouldn't throw her out, but she'd probably have to duel for anything she wanted. "Dad, I want ____."
  • H: "Then, duel me."
  • B: So...she'd go to Atem first and pout if he ever says "ask your father, dear."
  • H: I sorta assume that in this AU, Atem is still quite dead. He'd be a single, lonely dad.
  • B: Aww, sad dad. "What was mom like...?"
  • H: Killing me softly there...
  • B: He lives off her resemblance to Atem, and when he's having a bad day, she learned at a young age to challenge him to a duel. Challenging him to a duel always sparked some light in his otherwise tired and anguished eyes on those days.
  • H: AsdgasgdyuaASHkhasdkas *keyboard smashes*
  • P: Wow, that went straight to my heart.
  • ---
  • Post-ideas:
  • -Kaiba gives her something like daily Duel Links challenges for homework. When she rakes up enough points he grants her one thing.
  • -If he duels her himself he probably gives her a handicap, except when she uses a Spellcaster deck. In which case it’s no holds. But her favourite deck is probably Fiend.
  • -Originally he was going to bio-engineer a boy to Atem's likeness but destiny and mutating variables had other plans.
  • -Yuuitsu only verbally talks during Duels, probably.

anonymous asked:

We found out recently that my father is ethnically Jewish. It had been kept secret, but his mother's mother mother, etc. was Jewish. He doesn't consider himself to be Jewish, though. Would I still be permitted to refer to myself as half Jewish if my father doesn't think of himself as Jewish? I don't want to offend anybody.

Hi anon,

I would recommend only referring to yourself as Jewish if you are a practicing Jew although the term “practicing” is ambiguous.  According to the traditional community, one is Jewish if they have a Jewish mother.  In the Reform / Progressive Jewish community, one is Jewish if they were raised Jewish and have at least one Jewish parent.  If your father does not consider himself Jewish and you were not raised Jewish, your situation would not meet either criteria as Jews do not use the term ‘half -Jewish’.

It might make sense to refer to yourself using the same phrasing that you mentioned in your ask.  “My father does not consider himself to be Jewish, but his mother’s mother was Jewish.”

If you are interested in learning more about Judaism, the culture and traditions, the holidays and Shabbat, our blessings and prayers, our history and food, please feel free to reach out!  I’d love to chat!

-PJ

It became apparent by her second year that something wasn’t right.
Gwyndolin was a bright and wary child, quiet and constantly watchful. She did not speak until nearly her second birthday, when she asked her father for a pear, having decided that now was the right time to start talking in complete sentences without bothering with any of that baby noise. 

However, she struggled to read, holding books up close to her face, her frustration nearly bringing her to tears. She rarely looked at peoples’ faces when they spoke to her, and when she did, she always frowned in concentration. 

It clicked with her father one day. She couldn’t see. 

Though she could follow the light of the sun and moon, any finer details were lost to her. If asked to pick her siblings out from a crowd, without the sound of their footsteps or voices, she could not do it, and every time she struggled only seemed to vex the poor child more and more, as she realized this was a fault, and that people were not just naturally blurry, indistinguishable shapes. 

There were other issues as well. She had never been a vigorous child, content to sit in place and play with the toys within her reach, but now it had become apparent that not only did she have little interest in learning to walk, she couldn’t. Her legs would not properly hold her, dragging when she tried to crawl and quickly exhausting her. 

This wouldn’t do, Gwyn could not have an heir who could not even move from place to place without assistance. Surely something could be done. She was still so young, there were ways of fixing these ailments. But the seers could offer nothing to him, only their reassurance that everything would work out. For once, Gwyn was not sure he believed them. He would have to find a solution himself. 

The Duke, the great Paledrake, trusted ally and skilled sorcerer. He would have an idea. His mind worked in ways men and gods’ did not. Gwyndolin gapes up at the enormous dragon, held securely in her father’s arms as the two of them converse, silent, Seath’s low grumbling felt more than heard in her tiny chest.

Eventually, they seem to decide on something, Gwyn bowing his head gravely before taking her to an enormous slab of crystal and laying her upon it. It’s ice-cold, and she clings to his sleeves, a quiet whine escaping her. He strokes her hair, tells her it will be alright, and when she wakes, she will feel much, much better…

She’ll get used to them, he tells her, as she hyperventilates at the sight. Where she once had legs, there is now half a dozen pale serpents, squirming and hissing in reflection of her own distress. She can see through their eyes, smell with their tongues, coming in as a painful mix of new signals her little mind can’t handle. The Paledrake had cleverly taken care of both problems at once.

ok so there was this post talking about how boys love flowers too and no one ever gets them any or like cares,,
SO we were doing awkward icebreakers in class and i decided to ask the guy next to me what his favorite flower was (half expecting him to say wut idk??) and he looked at me with a huge smile and said sunflowers and i think we should all just raise awareness that boys like flowers too

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This episode for me really highlighted and then in its dramatic finale brought to an extreme the use of perspective that Rebecca Sugar has often talked about during panels. In her rare appearances, we are almost always looking up at Rose Quartz, or she is leaning down and over our POV - be it Pearl kneeling before her hologram in Rose’s Scabbard

or Greg on a number of occasions during the early days of their relationship (We Need To Talk is a really interesting watch with regards to camera angles and how they change - Greg literally climbs a stack of crates during his attempt at communication and, well, seeing eye to eye)

or Garnet after her fateful fall in The Answer

or, hey, Buddy Buddwick collapsed in the desert in Buddy’s Book

She even has magical floating powers. It all fits, of course, with the entire running theme of the (unattainable/unmaintainable) pedestal. And even when she is not directly present, and even when it’s not the focus of the shot, her portrait can be seen overlooking the familiar setting of the beach house.

[TRANS] Few anecdotes of fans vising Yoongi’s parents’ restaurant

1. A fan went to Yoongi’s parents’ restaurant to eat and had a little chat with Yoongi’s father. She asked if Holly’s doing good and Yoongi’s father said that Holly doesn’t listen to his words and he’s jealous of Holly’s carefree life.

2. Another fan went there and after chatting with Yoongi’s parents and going to pay the bill, she gave them a slogan and a book she made for Yoongi. Yoongi’s father asked if she’s going to send the book to Yoongi and she nodded, then he said “Just where he is handsome…”. Yoongi’s mother told her to take lots of photos of the trophy, albums and flower bouquets and show off it to other ARMYs. (photo)

While talking about the concerts, Yoongi’s mother asked her “How’s your studying going on? Your oppas said "What’s your dream?” right?“. The fan just laughed and asked Yoongi’s father if Yoongi was good at studying before and he laughed, saying "Yoongi was good. He was even the Reading King.”

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