Context: Our party of four has only one chef, a warlock named Leo, who has made our rogue cry numerous times through the good food for reference. At some point, our paladin has to help rescue the son of a guild president, Richard. The task is completed easily, but dealing with Richard himself has been exasperating at times. After reuniting him with his family, they decide to travel with us to their next location. Unfortunately, the guild president is terrible at cooking, and Leo shares the hashbrowns that he made with Richard and his sister.
Richard: “These are… really good.”
Leo: “Oh, thank you!”
Richard: “Didn’t you make these before back in that castle though? You’re really good at making these, but don’t you know any other recipes?”
Leo proceeds to stand up. “We are,” he begins, and by the words of his player, raises his hands out in the Jesus pose while giving a little twirl, motioning out to the snowy wastelands the whole group is traveling, “In the middle of absolutely fucking no-where.”
First Cassian and Azriel appeared in the doorway. The High Lord’s general and Shadowsinger – and the most powerful Illyrians in history.
“Can he beat you?” – “Hand-to-hand combat? Yes. He’d have to earn it for a change, but he’d win. Cassian is the best warrior I’ve encountered in any court, any land. He leads my armies because of it.”
“I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.”
“I saw Cassian trudging through the mud (…) bastards are given nothing: they find their own shelter, own food. If they survive and get picked to be in a war-band, they’ll be bottom-ranking forever, but recieve their own tents and supplies. But until then he’d stay in the cold.” – “Those mountains,” Azriel added, his face hard as ice,” offer some of the harschest conditions you can imagine.”
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This piece of Cassian-meta is the most beautiful thing ever written. Thank you @highfaelucien, my dear Third, for blessing the world with this.
Ex: If your mom is giving you a lot of instructions about something you already know and you start to feel overwhelmed by them, and the nagging evil voices whisper, “she thinks you’re incompetent and stupid and a baby, that’s why she does this” and darkness starts to knock on the door of your heart,
and immediately pray inside, “God, thank you for giving me a mother who loves me so much that she wants to try and help me and pass on her wisdom”,
“thank you for this chance to grow in patience and humility, Jesus”,
smile, say thank you, objectively assess the advice for truth and goodness, and go about your business.
because the people near you generally do what they BELIEVE is good and helpful, even if/when they’re wrong, and it isn’t
Healthy boundaries with others are different than being rude and hard toward others.
All is grace and God knows better than I do what I need: everything He gives and everything He permits is for my good because I’m not as self sufficient or hyper-competent as I think I am, and all that happens in my day is something He either ALLOWED (like the cruxifixction) or INTENDED (like the annunciation), and thus, works toward a greater good. Always.
Kyoutani and Yahaba have enough on their minds in third year, as ace and captain of the volleyball team, butting heads both on and off the court while trying to improve their game so the team has a shot of winning this year. When they find a puppy abandoned in a park, their lives only get even more complicated.
the nishinoya family is having a reunion, and noya lies to his mom about being in a relationship to get her off his back. when ryuu gets a call from noya asking him to go to the reunion with him as his fake boyfriend, he’s torn―he’s just starting to get over how in love he is with his best friend, and he’s not sure that pretending to be his boyfriend is going to help with that. he agrees nonetheless, because he’s nothing if not a good friend, which leads to a week of denial, confusion and awkwardness. it doesn’t help that noya is sending really mixed signals.
but even when everything else seems unsure, one thing remains constant―they’re best friends, and that’s not going to change.