beloved world


Whatever Chirrut had become in his life – and without the temple he could not truly be a Guardian of the Whills; without joy and frivolity he could not be a clown and jokester among sober peers; without the Holy City he could not be a protector of his beloved world – whatever he was, he was not a warrior at heart, and the events of the day had eroded his spirit. While Baze, his brother and ward, had embraced his role with vicious resolve, Chirrut had fought and run and killed because fighting and running and killing were necessary.

Now they were necessary no longer, and he was glad.


Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for You, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still? Will I stand in Your presence? Or to my knees, will I fall? Will I sing ‘Hallelujah!’, will I be able to speak at all?
—  I can only imagine - MercyMe
Why can't we just have a novella about Manon and her Thirteen?

Is that too much to ask for? Don’t you love me, Sarah?

To fall in love is to individualize someone by the signs he bears or emits. It is to become sensitive to these signs, to undergo an apprenticeship to them (thus the slow individualization of Albertine in the group of young girls). It may be that friendship is nourished on observation and conversation, but love is born from and nourished on silent interpretation. The beloved appears as a sign, a “soul”; the beloved expresses a possible world unknown to us, implying, enveloping, imprisoning a world that must be deciphered, that is, interpreted. What is involved, here, is a plurality of worlds; the pluralism of love does not concern only the multiplicity of loved beings, but the multiplicity of souls or worlds in each of them. To love is to try to explicate, to develop these unknown worlds that remain enveloped within the beloved.
—  Gilles Deleuze, Proust and Signs

“Didn’t you tell me about your mother and father? You said your father is normally serious and old-fashioned but he loves your mother especially dearly, When it is raining, he won’t even allow her socks and shoes to get wet.”


“Don’t disrespect Marilyn like this”: Fans tweet after Kendall Jenner channels Monroe

  • Marilyn Monroe was known for her icy blonde curls, her wide hips and hourglass figure. She was known for her airy voice and biting wit. She was beloved and admired the world over for her sensitivity and strength.
  • But when Love magazine, a U.K. fashion glossy, decided to enlist a model to channel her for a flirty new video, even lip-syncing some of her most iconic lines, they opted for a model who is neither blonde nor armed with an hourglass figure, a model who’s not known for her airy voice or biting wit. Read more. (3/28/17, 10:01 AM)
Strawberries (Damian Wayne x Reader) *Collab with Colormemeow*

A/N: Here’s the fic me and @colormemeow wrote together in celebration of our 300 milestone!

Warnings: None!

You had woken up that morning, unenthusiastically expecting an empty apartment. It had been unbearably boring ever since Batman had temporarily grounded you from patrol.  But instead of the usual empty house, you found Damian, flopped unceremoniously onto your couch, looking like he’d been hit by, well, a Batmobile.

“Um… Hello?” you greeted and walked over to the sofa, kneeling so that you could make eye contact with him.

“Good morning,” he replied, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

This had happened before, so the shock factor had worn off slightly.

“You, my friend, are getting blood all over my couch,” you pointed out.

‘It’s not my blood,” he tried to reassure you.

“That’s not any better! Now, why don’t we get you out of that uniform?“

“Beloved, are you attempting to flirt with me?” Damian responded, smirking.

“If you think that this is flirting, you’re out of your damn mind. I’m saying that you smell bad and I want you to shower, so get off of my couch,” you said, quickly pecking him on the nose.

He huffed in annoyance before rolling off the couch and making his way to your bathroom.

“Your shampoo is in there!” you called from the linen closet, where you were trying to see if Damian had left any clothes at your house.

Damian stood in the shower, looking at your bottles of soap. On the shower shelf, there was a wide array of soaps, including the shampoo you had gotten for him when he stayed over. However, a different bottle caught his eye.

Damian walked out into your bedroom, to find the clothes you had laid out, for him. He raised an eyebrow at the choice, but chose not to complain. A few minutes later he walked out of your room wearing grey sweats and an undersized black t-shirt. Damian noticed a pink sweatshirt sitting on a chair. He stopped to consider his dignity before putting on the sweatshirt. It fit and was fairly warm, so he didn’t mind the color.

You were lying on your sofa, snacking on a bowl of strawberries that you had gotten for yourself while waiting for Damian to get out of the shower. There was a loud thumping sound, followed by a string of curses.

“Don’t you dare die on me!” you shouted from the couch, trying to make sure Damian didn’t kill himself in your shower.

About ten minutes later, you were met with Damian, draping himself gracelessly over you, Damian’s damp hair was pressed into the crook of your neck. “Hello,” you greeted for the second time that morning. Before Damian could reply, you spoke again. “Did you use my shampoo?”

“It smelled like strawberries, I couldn’t help it, beloved,” he said into your neck, tangling his legs with yours.

“Smells nice on you. And is that my hoodie?” You moved one hand to run your fingers through his hair.


“Pink’s a good color on you,” you remarked sarcastically.

Damian hummed in response, and shifted so that he could kiss you, with his arms on either side of your head. He gave you several short pecks on the lips. “Marry me,” he mumbled, his face hovering over yours.

“I’m not that insane,” you replied, smirking and moving your head up to give him another kiss.

“I’m serious,” he responded, but his phone started to ring. He moved one arm to pull it out of the pocket of his sweats. “It’s my father, beloved. I probably have to go,” he sighed.

“No,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Stay.”

“Beloved, I-” he stopped when he saw your pout. “Fine,” he muttered. “But what if it’s serious?”

“Promise me you’ll stay,” you begged, kissing him once again.

“Beloved, it is getting increasingly difficult to say no to you,” Damian said, furrowing his brow.

“I can make it worth your while,” you giggled, popping a strawberry into your mouth.

“You’re too good for this world, beloved,” he chuckled, then pressed his lips onto yours in a heated kiss.

His arms returned to either side of your head as the kiss grew more passionate. Your hands were on his chest, and the kiss broke for him to hastily pull off the pink sweatshirt and t-shirt.

Your position changed slightly, and now Damian’s knees were on either side of your hips, and he had your arms pinned above your head.

His lips were rough against yours and he kissed you fiercely.

You and Damian were both too preoccupied to hear the soft thunk coming from your fireplace.

It wasn’t until Bruce loudly cleared his throat that you both turned to look. There he was, in the full Batman suit.

Damian jerked off of the couch, landing on the floor. You heard a string of arabic cursing before he collected himself. “H-hello, father!” he exclaimed, looking absolutely mortified, his face almost as pink as the sweatshirt he’d been wearing. “It’s a bit early for you to be out, isn’t it?” Damian tried, attempting to avoid Bruce’s interrogation.

“Damian, would you like to explain to me why you elected not to report back to the cave after patrol last night?” Bruce questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “And explain to me what this is,” he continued, gesturing to the two of you in your disheveled state.

You were practically petrified. Having your adoptive father-figure walk in on you and his son making out was not a comfortable situation.

“Father I am nineteen. I might remind you that I’m an adult,” Damian argued.

Bruce sighed, looking as if he was making a decision. “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’m too young to be having grandchildren,” he muttered to himself, making your face go bright red. In another instant, he was gone.

“I should probably go, beloved,” Damian reasoned, getting up and starting to change into his uniform.

“Yeah, I guess,” you admitted, sighing in defeat and standing up.

“I’ll be back later tonight after patrol,” he told you, walking over and taking your hands in his.

“Just do one last thing and kiss me,” you replied, smiling gently.

He nodded and kissed you softly. “Just so you know, beloved, I was serious about marrying you.”

And before you knew it he was out your window and off to save the world.


PruCan ‘Comic Strip’~

I definitely need new ideas for the next requested ships help….
It’s not animated I’m sorry for that but I currently work on my 2P!talia stuff ^^;

Mexico is mourning.

My country is mourning. Mexico is mourning. Just this week there was a whole family brutally attacked in their way to Puebla, an innocent two year old kid was killed with a gun there, his fourteen year old sister and mother were raped and his dad kicked almost death and then a woman was found dead inside a University Campus and all the media is blaming her for getting killed instead of looking for who did it. There’s a huge movement for woman’s rights right now. And all I see is the world ‘celebrating’ 5 de Mayo because they think it’s a day for partying and drinking tequila. It’s not even our Independence Day. It was a huge battle that we won, but it’s to remember, not to celebrate. We don’t celebrate 5 de Mayo in Mexico. I’m so sad how priorities are so obvious. I’m so angry these things happen and no one talks about it. (I’ll put some links to the news later when I finish work just for FYI)

Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC

[A/N: Finally I’m back! However not with the stuff you wanted or asked for, I am a terrible writer. This is a little rough around the edges but hey-ho! 

Okay so this is going to be an anthology series of different pairings (any and all pairings) finding their soulmates and I’m going to be using a multitude of different soulmate tropes! Starting with the soulmate AU, I apologise that this is really wordy but I had to get in all the different elements of what a soulmate consists of. I also plan on probably keeping each post as a one-shot which is maybe a little mean but I kind of like how I ended this one, let me know what you think! Also American readers please excuse my English-isms.]

Word Count: 1895

The sleepy town of Riverdale was illuminated with lights and colours, Pop’s Chok-Lit-Shoppe flashed a warm neon red, reflecting against the hoods of the cars that sat parked outside in the cold dark chill. The words Twilight Drive-In sat prettily against a dark blue backdrop held above the rusting letters ‘Closing Soon’, the abandoned sign creaked under the pressure of a strong wind that struck it heavily. The large Town Hall stood proudly painted in the freshest of lemon colours, the shadows of the night illuminated the deceitful corruption that lay hidden behind the closed doors.

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Amo el trozo de tierra que tú eres,
porque de las praderas planetarias
otra estrella no tengo. Tú repites
la multiplicación del universo.

Tus anchos ojos son la luz que tengo
de las constelaciones derrotadas,
tu piel palpita como los caminos
que recorre en la lluvia el meteoro.

De tanta luna fueron para mí tus caderas,
de todo el sol tu boca profunda y su delicia,
de tanta luz ardiente como miel en la sombra

tu corazón quemado por largos rayos rojos,
y así recorro el fuego de tu forma besándote,
pequeña y planetaria, paloma y geografía.


I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.

—Pablo Neruda, trans. Stephen Tapscott

my intention was to create a vision board for myself but somehow after a quick prayer, it led to this. #HeCallsMe is something I’d like to turn into a project one day. I don’t know it just sat on my heart and mind “What if this could be something?” Because how many of us worry too much about what others think of us? What that cute boy thinks? What that fashionable girl thinks? What our parents think? And sometimes what they think isn’t nice and it’s not true or who you are at all, but you believe it anyway. You believe you aren’t good enough or smart enough or pretty enough. You believe and soak in a lie that ends up becoming the fabric of who you are. You try to change and manipulate yourself to fit this idea of perfect, when God never called us to be perfect. He calls us just as we are. He calls us. He calls you. He calls me. Overcomer. Beloved. Chosen. Redeemed. #HeCallsMe

saiko-cchi  asked:

Can I have a scenario where the S/O of the S boys just turned into a vampire?


Shu: After the painful transformation, Shu’s s/o would suddenly have an urge for blood, and Shu would unfortunately be his s/o’s very first victim. Wrapping an arm around their waist and placing a hand on their head, Shu would just close his eyes and allow his s/o to feed from his neck. He can feel their sharp fangs pierce deeply into his veins, and while it hurts, he understands that it’s part of their nature now. His new life with his lover has just begun.

“Oi, don’t suck me dry. Who knew you would crave for my blood this much, you lewd woman.”

Reiji: Reiji would be proud of his lover’s new nature, and he would want to hold a vampire soiree in their honor and to introduce them as his official beloved to the demon world. Dressing them up in formal clothes, Reiji would make the announcement and hold them closely to his side for the entire evening, making sure that everyone will respect his lover properly. He murmurs here and there that he still desires their blood, and he hopes they will start to want him too.

“My love, I won’t be able to hold myself back for much longer. Please let me have you soon, for I am also yours to possess and love.”

Ayato: Upon his s/o’s revamped self, Ayato would test his s/o’s new abilities and help them improve. He plays a vampire version of hide and seek with them, forcing them to sense his presence from specific distances and to detect him before he appears before them. If they don’t sense him in time, he’ll pounce on them and attack them, forcing them to use their enhanced abilities and strength to fight him off. Despite the change, he reminds them that they belong to him.

“Heh, I am the one who changed you, so I’m your master now. Even if you are a vampire, you will eternally be mine. Don’t ever think of leaving my side.”

Kanato: When Kanato changed his s/o into a vampire, he was surprised and pleased by the result. His s/o’s beauty had been enhanced dramatically, and he finds himself staring at them quietly in awe of their newfound appearance. This was a much better idea than turning his lover into a wax doll. Brushing a finger to their cheek, Kanato continues to admire them, and he comments on how they should be thankful for his kindness in turning them into a vampire.

“Your beauty can’t compare to anyone anymore. You should be thankful that I was gracious enough to grant you such a gift.”

Laito: Laito can’t get enough of his newborn vampire lover, and he definitely wants to test their physical body limits and strengths. On his journey to ecstasy, Laito would suggest that he fly away with them to the moon where he can make love to them underneath the stars. When his s/o quickly rejects the offer, Laito suggests that they take time off to go on a vacation. After all, with their new abilities, they can definitely catch up with him wherever he goes.

“Ne Bitch-chan, go pack up your bags. We’ll travel the world and make love in various places to the point where you won’t be able to count them anymore.”

Subaru: After a major car accident with his s/o, Subaru made the choice to turn his s/o into a vampire against their wishes and pleas. He sits against their bedroom door listening to their sobbing and feeling guilty for his impulsive decision. Closing his eyes, Subaru wonders if his s/o will go mad because of the fact that they can’t accept their new life as a vampire. Quietly, Subaru tries to coax his s/o out of their room, hoping that they would eventually forgive him.

“Even if you hate me for a thousand years, I don’t care. I…I loved you too much to let you go…so just come out already and face the truth, idiot.”

-Admin Yuuzuki
Magic: The Gathering Announcements - June 2017
Community Manager, Nate, takes you inside the walls of Wizards to find out some of the exciting things coming for Magic in the next year. Learn more about th...

Today we’re showing off what Magic has to offer in 2017 and beyond! Learn more about Ixalan, an exciting return to a beloved world, a set that you’ll never see coming, and your first look at the Hour of Devastation trailer!

  • Doctor Doom: *is not white* *lost his family to white supremacist violence* *cites preventing the evils of mankind as the reason he wants to rule the world* *is beloved by his people who are also depicted as being mostly non white*
  • White fake geek boys: lol Doctor Doom is a n*zi/fascist

“You’re smiling.”

7 / 6 / * / 4 / 3  / 2/ 1 / 0

From back then, until now, Lawless and World End are inseparable bros— often taking time to see how the other is doing, and they exchange stories frequently too. Ever since Lawless lost his beloved Eve Ophelia, World End saw a drastic change on the older Servamp’s treatment on his Eves, and although Old Child told him about it- he set it aside. The least he’d want is to have gnawing feelings whenever he’s with his older brother.

It was only recently when he saw the carefree smile from Lawless once more- after decades and decades of nihilistic laughter and sarcastic descriptions of the shining Eves the Servamp of Greed used to choose– he finally showed a smile that immediately says how happy he is with his Eve. World End would love to fight meet this Eve.


> Is the fork on the necklace World End’s contract item? Or does he need a portable utensil cuz he loves to eat— //kicked
> They use snapchat. //KICKED
> This should only contain one note but I’m typing 2 random others to make it seem important.


The Pan-Handler is a superhero who works by night, lurking in the shadows to protect citizens from LGBTQ+ discrimination. Yielding her dual pans as weapons, she uses her super strength and invisible tenancies to destroy anyone who attempts anything against her beloved community. 

Look out, world… You’ve been pan-handled.
One in Every 137 Teenagers Would Identify as Transgender, Report Says
A study based on state and federal data estimates that nearly 150,000 American teenagers from 13 to 17 would say they were transgender if asked.
By Niraj Chokshi

The New York Times reports that 1 in every 137 teenagers would identify as transgender, data gathered by the respected Williams Institute at the UCLA School of Law.

[access the NYT article linked for specifics into how the Williams Institute arrived at this estimation]

Think of it this way: in the densest jungle, only 1% of sunlight ever reaches the forest floor.
The forest floor is home to some of the most beloved animals in the world, from tigers to elephants to gorillas and more. Along the base of a tree, a fern’s fronds elongate toward the small trickle of light, dripping with fresh dew. Army ants – the world’s most dangerous – cross the expanses with hungry voracity. Mushrooms recycle nutrients from the rich soil. High above, birds of paradise sing.

With 1% of sunlight, the forest floor has created one of the most biodiverse ecosystems in the world.

1 in 137 young people is a significant number.

And if you’re trans and feel alone, know you are not. Our LGBTQ community spans across the entirety of the world we share.

You were never really good at it, you know. There was a naiveté to you that none of the ugliness could stain, as if you never truly believed in evil. It was what I liked best about you.

The Fool, Assassin’s Quest by Robin Hobb. 

I realised today that the precious cinnamon roll of this fandom (Beloved) has their own precious cinnamon roll (Fitz), who to the fandom is actually more like a piece of well-intentioned yet chaotically messy rhubarb crumble that someone, unfathomably, has put ketchup on.