soooo mark strikes me as the type of guy you’d wanna date in your early twenties
he’s like the sweet gentle type that you date for a long time, take home to your parents, plan your future out with ya feel
unlike the rest of my boyfriend scenarios, i really like the idea of mark being like normal mark
not famous, going to school mark
now you meet mark bc you two happen to take a really obscure class together
like,,, there’s maybe ten people in the entire class (you’re kind of lost as to why it even exists tbh)
but hey, it’s the only alternative for another class you didn’t make the roster for, so you’ll take what you can get
on your first day there, there’s only like three people in the entire lecture hall so you’re confused af
you end up walking up to the first person you see and you’re like “yo, i’m here for my class but i think i have the wrong place”
the person’s head is hung down as they write out something in their notebook
but then they look up
you’re momentarily shocked by how pretty this person is bc like… damn
he smiles like “oh hey, yeah this is the place. don’t worry, it’s this small all the time. i’m mark”
and he holds his hand out for you to shake and as soon as you touch palms you have to hide your shocked expression bc!! boy has some soft ass hands!!!
besides the callouses on his fingers his touch is as gentle as his smile
you tell him your name through a strangled breath and he repeats it to himself before smiling at you again and you’re still trying to figure out how someone could be this nice and beautiful
“do you want to sit next to me? i can help you catch up on anything you need help with” he offers, but he’s already pulling out the seat next to him and how could u refuse hah..haha
you plop in that seat so fast
you two end up going over his notes for all of three minutes before he starts inquiring about you and your major and your plans for the future
in fact you two are so lost in what you’re talking abt that you only realize the professor is there when she drops a book on yours and mark’s desk with a raised eyebrow like “yall done”
you and mark are blushing so hard lmao
throughout the whole class tho, you can’t really focus on anything besides mark beside you
you notice every time he moves, or every puff of breath that leaves him when he’s focused on writing down the professor’s words as she barrels through her lecture at lightning speed
when the class is over, you’re all over the place bc you only managed to capture half of what she said and you couldn’t put any of the information you had into something comprehensible
you stand next to your desk with a pout on your lips, not noticing until his breath is on your shoulder that mark is peeking at your notes
“that doesn’t look very… that isn’t exactly… do you need some help?” mark is so disheartened looking at your notes that he literally can’t help offering his own to you
but you’re so thankful and you’re like “thank you thank you!!! how can I repay you?”
and mark is pretty adamant that you don’t need to pay him back, that he’s just being a helpful classmate, but then as you’re taking pictures of his notes he just,,, “do you wanna go on a date? i-i mean a study date. you know. to study. the material. for school”
of course you can’t say no to the cute blush on his cheeks and the stutter in his words and omg is he biting his lip what the fu
“totally!! i’ll give you my number and you can text me whenever you’re free”
you two exchange numbers and you’re on your way
this turns out to be a mistake bc it’s only twenty minutes later when you’re headed to your next class and all you can think about is him
your hands keep fiddling with your phone and even your friend in that class is like “are u good”
you wanna text him so bad tbh but like you dont want to be weird or anything
and then like as soon as you get out of class to go get lunch your phone buzzes and you nearly get whiplash from how fast you look at your phone
mark: are you busy later? its never too late to start studying
i mean… you just got out of that class like two hours ago but oF COURSE MARK YOU’D LOVE TO
you’re not even surprised when the entire study date turns into you two just getting to know each other
he tells you about how he loves music, how his roommate jackson is always trying to get him out of his shell and it kind of hits you that mark isn’t the type to do things like this
the fact that he’s stepped out of his comfort zone to hang with you is so endearing that you kind of just sit your chin in your palm and watch him lovingly as he talks about his interests and you’re pretty sure “i’m so attracted to you??” is written across your forehead but you don’t even care
at the end of the date, he walks you back to your dorm, and before you can disappear into your room, he grabs at your hand gently
his hold is unsure, but he looks determined, even if he’s incapable of making eye contact
“was it just me or was today more of a date than it was studying?”
you just nod, your smile widening as he rubs the back of his neck when his palm grows sweaty in yours
“would you… maybe like to do that again? the date part of course. i mean we can study too if you’d like, honestly as long as we’re hanging out-” “I’d love to mark”
it’s official, you’re dating!!
you’re surprised how quickly you fall for mark too
weeks pass and you two basically spend every waking minute together
if you aren’t physically beside each other, you’re texting, or calling, or thinking about the other
while you two haven’t had the talk abt official titles, you secretly look at each other like that
it’s only evident one day when you’re talking to jackson, in his and mark’s dorm room while mark gets dressed for your date
jackson is telling you how he’s known mark for a while now and he’s never seen him act the way he does when he’s with you
“i think he’s really serious about you… but are you serious about him?” jackson asks, and you can’t hate him for asking bc you know how protective he is of his best friend
but his question is so out of the blue that you take a minute to think about it, your mind kinda lost on you as you try to think up a satisfactory answer
and then it all becomes clear to you, like a cloud parted over your feelings
“i’m really serious about him. it’s early but… i think i really want to be with him for a long time. he makes me feel so warm and happy and he’s not like any guy i’ve ever known. i feel like mark… is the one”
and then a smile cracks across jackson’s face before he turns his head to something behind you, and you turn your attention over your shoulder to see mark smiling with literal stars in his eyes
“you were right mark. she passed my test”
when you realize what’s going on your cheeks immediately start burning, and you deliver a few blows to mark’s shoulder but even through the pain and complaining he can’t stop how happy he is
he keeps the cheesy smile the whole night oml you have to kiss him just to get him to stop
besides mark being the cutest boy ever he’s also a little (big) shit
always playing some kind of a prank on you
one time he convinces you he’s turned your favorite white sweater green with a picture of said sweater looking bright lime
and you’re so mad but he just smiles at you and flutters his eyelashes like “im sorry, you still love me right??”
and of course you’re still mad but you reassure him with a forehead kiss and then he laughs and goes “i didn’t ruin your sweater, youngjae helped me photoshop it so it looked like i did”
he gets so many bruises that day
but his friends make up for it by teasing the shit out of mark
his friend jinyoung has a plethora of embarrassing stories about mark that you could just sit there for hours listening to how mark broke his finger playing bop it
mark’s youngest friends, dance majors yugyeom and bambam and computer science major youngjae see mark as the older bro of their friend group as mark is the oldest, so they kinda see you as their older sister
therefore, you are not unaccustomed to unannounced visits from the three at all hours of the day
yugyeom is always asking you to criticize his dances, bambam always asks you to help him study, and youngjae honestly just comes over to sleep bc his roommate is super loud and he never gets a moment of peace
in return, you use them for everything
all you have to do is say “do this” and they’ll do it bc they love u so much and they have to pay you back somehow for how much they bother you
even when mark is over and you two are trying to have some time alone they’ll still stop by and won’t leave despite all the urging to
the amount of times you have to call either jaebum or jinyoung to save you has gotten out of hand
but even then you don’t mind bc honestly they’re like family to you now, and you love them too much to ever hate being around them
in turn, mark is really aware of how special you are to him and he makes sure he lets you know
if you’re sick, mark is skipping all his classes to take care of you
even if you protest he cannot be persuaded
if he really can’t miss a class or has an exam tho, he’ll send one of the boys to take care of you and of course they do so at the drop of a hat
makes sure you’re caught up in schoolwork, and always offers to help you study for big tests bc he knows you have a hard time doing so by yourself
if you’re too lazy to go grocery shopping he has no prob going out and doing it for you
he’s just such a doting bf like he doesn’t mind doing whatever you need done
even tho he doesn’t always say “i love you” with words, you can tell just by how he treats you
he says i love you when he asks if you’ve gotten enough sleep in the middle of class, and when you shake your head no, he lets you nap and promises to explain the lesson to you later
he says i love you when he makes you dinner bc he knows you’re too busy with homework to make it for yourself
he says i love you in all of his own little ways
but when he does remember to say it, it’s always said with such warmth and fondness that you have to take a second to collect yourself from the utter cuteness before you say it back
overall, mark is a loving, caring bf and he’s the best never let him go
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. All rights belong to Thomas Astruc and his team.
Summary: In Mr Pigeon, Ladybug was witness to Chat Noir’s allergies to feathers. So was Marinette to Adrien’s allergies after being judged winner of the design competition. What if Marinette actually connected the dots?
Notes: Another repost. I’m also looking for a beta to bounce ideas off, since I love to hear feedback about my work. Message me if you’re interested!
“Is this a joke?” Mr Agreste asked, staring closely at the two identical hats.
Chloe gasped dramatically, stamping her foot. “No fair!”
She crossed her arms, wailing: “Marinette copied my design! It’s scandalous! How could you do that!”
If that weren’t enough, she started crying into the podium dramatically.
Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow at her dramatic behaviour.
“I apologise for the situation, Mr Agreste, but I can prove that this hat is my original design,” Marinette said smugly, her arms crossed as everyone’s attention was drawn to her instead of the wailing Bourgeois heir.
Instantly, Nathalie turned the tablet away from the wailing Chloe to face Marinette.
“Go ahead,” Mr Agreste said solemnly to Chloe and Sabrina’s gasps.
“Uhm,” Marinette began as she took the hat off its podium. “Everything on my derby hat is hand-made, from the embroidery to the weaving of the band to the stitching of the brim.”
Chloe scowled as she realised that Marinette was just about to unravel her carefully laid plan.
“It was all done by myself,” Marinette continued. “And last, there’s a special design element that only the true designer knows about.”
She turned the hat upside down, tilting it to expose the gold embroidery that spelled out her name in elegant gold cursive. “I signed mine.”
Chloe gasped in shock as her hands flew to cover her mouth, accidentally knocking over her podium. Instantly, everyone turned at the sound of the crash as the hat too fell upside down, exposing the gold embroidery.
Chloe ran off, sobbing once more as she departed the school grounds. “Daddy!” she wailed.
Nathalie turned the tablet around to face Marinette once more, Mr Agreste looking impressed.
“Very exquisite creation,” Mr Agreste said approvingly as Marinette blushed, staring at the hat in her hands. “You definitely have the labouring hands of a hatmaker, Miss…?”
“Marinette,” Adrien interjected, placing his hand on Marinette’s shoulder as he gestured at the aspiring designer.
“Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste continued. “You’re the winner.”
Instantly, Marinette and Alya looked to each other, exchanging looks of glee.
“Thank you, thank you!” Marinette gasped in joy, bowing, her face absolutely ecstatic.
“Adrien will wear your derby on our next advertising campaign,” Mr Agreste continued.
Adrien grasped Marinette’s hands, the girl gasping and blushing at the contact.
“Awesome job, Marinette,” Adrien praised, his emerald eyes meeting sapphire. Instantly the blush grew tenfold and Marinette’s smile grew larger as she met his eyes.
Taking the derby hat from Marinette’s suddenly warm hands, Adrien started to put it on his head… only to stop when he felt a ticklish sensation up his nose.
“Ahh, ahh, ah, ah, ah, choo!” he sneezed, startling Marinette and Alya at its suddenness.
He sniffled, eyes lidded as he wiped his nose. Marinette blinked in astonishment, sapphire eyes wide. Then Adrien’s eyes rested on the shocked looks on the designer and reporter’s faces, and he paused.
“Uh, sorry!” he said, looking apologetic at the two. “I’m allergic to feathers.”
As if to prove his point, he sneezed again.
Marinette gasped in realisation. “Oh!” she said softly, before flinching as he sneezed again. Then a smile graced her face. “Gesundheit!” she called, waving at him.
“Ah, ah choo!” Adrien sneezed again, before sniffling and waving to her. “Thanks,” he said weakly before walking off, presumably to somewhere where he could get some tissues.
Behind him, Marinette exchanged another excited look with Alya, before jumping in the air. “Woohoo!” she cheered as the two laughed in joy.
Then a thought occurred to her, and called a quick “Sorry! Gotta go!” to Alya before chasing after Adrien. “Adrien, wait!”
The boy paused, just about to step foot into the limo, derby hat in hand, and turned to her. “Ah choo!” he sneezed once more, before turning to Marinette.
“What is it, Marinette?” he asked, sniffling.
“Uhh, the derby hat. We could, I mean, I could, not to say you can’t, but obviously you’re the model and all, but not saying you’re not because you’re perfect…”
“Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste interjected sharply from the screen inside of the limo. “Can you get to the point? We’re on a tight schedule.”
“Yes!” Marinette snapped back, and once more confident and all business. “The feather in the derby hat. I could switch it for something else, since you’re allergic to it. I could use a flower, or maybe a fake feather, or some other ornament for derby hats.”
Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow, before looking at the derby hat in Adrien’s hats. “Impressive, Miss Marinette. Most designers wouldn’t alter their completed and submitted designs, particularly switching out the centerpiece of the design - in your case, the pigeon feather. Very well. Nathalie, clear Adrien’s schedule for the rest of the day. Adrien, go help Miss Marinette pick out a new ornament for the hat, since you are the model and we should make sure that you aren’t allergic to the new ornament, or Miss Marinette’s efforts will be wasted.”
Adrien gaped in shock for a moment, before grinning. “Yes, father,” he said, before closing the limo door. Instantly the car zoomed off, and he sneezed again.
“So, where to first?” he asked.
Marinette pondered it for a moment, a comment from Chat Noir suddenly popping in her head about feathers. It was weird, that both of the blonde-haired, green-eyed boys she knew were allergic to feathers…
“Achoo!” Adrien sneezed again. “Sorry,” he said, sniffling.
“Well, you’re not allergic to flowers, are you?”
“Shouldn’t be.” Adrien said cautiously.
“Great! Then first stop is my house to drop off the hat so you don’t sneeze all the time, then we’ll go to the florist’s to see the flowers!”
“Oh, hello Adrien!” Mrs Cheng said cheerily from the counter of the bakery. “It’s good to see you again!”
“H-hello, Mrs- achoo!”
“Well now Adrien,” Mrs Cheng said cheekily. “I doubt my ancestors had the name achoo.”
“No, no!” Adrien said frantically. “Please accept my sincere apologies.”
“Oh, relax Adrien.” Mr Dupain said, coming out from the kitchen. “She’s just teasing you.”
“Oh,” Adrien sighed in relief. “Hello, Mr Dupain, Mrs Cheng.”
“Now, Adrien, you can call us Tom and Sabine, all of Marinette’s friends do.”
Adrien froze. “A friend?”
Marinette smiled at him. “Yeah, you’re a friend of mine!”
Tom grinned. “A really good friend, actually.”
“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed, before making to drag Adrien upstairs with her. Halfway up the steps, though, she suddenly remembered all of the pictures that were still up on the wall.
“What is it, Marinette?” the three chorused in unison.
“Uhh, nothing. Adrien, why don’t you stay down here? I’ll just put the hat up. It’ll only take a minute, heh.”
Adrien had barely nodded his consent before Marinette ran upstairs like a whirlwind. He shrugged, before he walked down the steps when he heard crashing upstairs. He made to go back up, but Mr and Mrs - ahem - Tom and Sabine stopped him.
“No need, Adrien. This always happens all the time.”
“Really?” He asked dubiously.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Especially in the mornings when she’s in a rush to go to school.”
“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed.
“But Marinette, I’m only telling him the truth!”
Adrien laughed, stopping the incoming banter between the two as they heard him. He stopped for a moment, and smiled nervously.
“Are you staying for dinner, Adrien?” Sabine asked.
“Then he can stay forever!” Tom exclaimed.
“Papa! Mama!” Marinette screamed.
Seeing his cheeky grin, she immediately grabbed hold of his arm and began to drag him out of the bakery door. “Bye Papa! Bye Mama! I’ll see you later!”
“… I still ship them.”
“What flower is that one?”
Marinette blushed. “It’s called a black cat petunia.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of a tribute to Chat Noir. After he saved me from the Evillustrator and all.”
Adrien smiled to himself strangely, before looking closer at the flower. ‘An even more fitting tribute than you think.’
He took out his wallet. “How much is it?” he asked the florist.
“What- no Adrien, you can’t pay for me!” Marinette shrieked, still holding the flower.
Adrien handed the money to the florist. “Too late,” he said, smirking.
Marinette glared at him, before she jolted, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “Should we- Ahh, I don’t mean in that way, but oh my god, it’s we anyway - go?”
Adrien stared at her, shocked, for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I want to see how you’re replacing the feather with a flower.”
“Huh? Haven’t you seen the designers do it? I mean, some of them might replace things like buttons and such, right?”
“I haven’t seen it unless I’m the one wearing the clothes. Models don’t really see the clothes unless it’s the final product. Even then, it’s mostly fixing seams.”
“Oh,” Marinette murmured, rolling the flower in her hand, before her phone beeped. “It’s 4 already. We should get going.”
Then Adrien’s phone rang, and he frowned at seeing the caller ID. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”
He picked up. “Hello, Nathalie?”
Marinette sighed at that. It looked like her time with him was going to be cut short once more.
Adrien hung up. “I’m really sorry about this Marinette, I really wanted to watch you work.”
“It’s okay! Tomorrow’s a weekend, so you can come over and watch me work then!”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
Marinette nodded firmly. “Yeah!”
He smiled - a real smile, not the smaller ones he had at school - and grasped her hand. “Thanks, Marinette.”
“Say, Chat Noir, are you really allergic to feathers?”
“Yeah,” the response came. “Why, My Lady, concerned for this poor alley cat?”
“As if! It’s just that my friend, he’s also allergic to feathers.”
“It’s a common allergy, I suppose.”
“Well, it was weird how I found out, I suppose. I didn’t even know until today!”
He laughed. “Tell me about it! Two of my friends just found out, and one of them was really nice about it.”
“Oh?” Ladybug raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, see, she designed a hat for me, but she used a feather in the design. I kept on sneezing, but I had to wear it, so she generously offered to change it for me - and she dedicated it to me, even! Well, superhero me, but she doesn’t know that.”
Ladybug froze. “What?” she said weakly.
“Yeah, it was really nice of her, right?”
Marinette’s mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. Adrien was blond. So was Chat Noir. They were both allergic to feathers. Chat Noir’s friend had designed a hat for him, and she used a feather in it. Marinette designed a derby hat for Adrien using a pigeon feather. Chat Noir’s friend replaced the feather. Adrien and Marinette had gone searching for a flower to replace the feather that afternoon. His friend dedicated it to Chat Noir. Marinette had told Adrien the petunia was a tribute to him.
“-Lady! My Lady!”
“Adrien?” she said cautiously.
It was Chat’s turn to freeze. “What did you say?”
“Adrien. You’re Adrien. Oh my god, why didn’t I see it before! Oh my god, I’ve been so blind!”
Instantly Chat slapped a clawed hand over her mouth. “Quiet! Do you want the whole of Paris to know?”
She stopped then, but her eyes met his. “So, you’re really…”
“You can’t tell anyone!” he whisper-shouted fiercely, before his expression turned melancholic. “Being Chat Noir is my freedom. If my father knew, he’d trap me in that mansion again. Alone.”
Ladybug touched his cheek. “Oh, Chat.”
“Do you understand now? No one can know.”
She nodded. “No one else, kitty.”
They sat in silence there for a moment, before he spoke up again. “How’d you know that I was Adrien?”
“Well,” she said slowly. “First of all, you’re both blonde. Then, you mentioned being allergic to feathers.”
“Those two are common enough,” Chat said. “It could have been a lot of people.”
“I know. What actually confirmed it for me was your friend. The one who replaced the feather for you.”
“How could that have clued you off?”
“Tell me, Chat,” Ladybug spoke, excitement bubbling inside of her. She knew her most closely guarded secret was about to be given away, but to this person, she would entrust all of her close secrets to.
“Did she happen to replace that pigeon feather with a black cat petunia?”
“What- how did you know?!”
“Look at me, Chat, really look at me.”
For the second time that day, emerald eyes met sapphire. Then Chat Noir let out a soft gasp as he realized he recognised the confidence in those eyes. While he always saw them on Ladybug, it was also in someone else’s eyes - someone who had bested Chloe at her own game and impressed his father earlier that day.
“Marinette?” he breathed.
Ladybug exhaled. “Yeah.”
Then he took a deep breath. “Can I… kiss you now?”
Ladybug gasped softly.
“It’s something I swore to myself during the first Akuma attack. I told myself whoever it was beneath the mask, I’d love the girl. It’s not just because you’re Ladybug, it’s also because you’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who’s class representative, the one who beat Chloe down and also impressed my father.”
“Chat,” she breathed, before her eyes glowed with confidence again. “I’ve love you too. Since that day in the rain. When you gave me your umbrella. And also when you’re Chat, the one who saved me from the Evillustrator, and the one who protected me from Timebreaker.”
“I love you.”
They both closed their eyes, and their lips met.
Then their lips parted, and now their eyes met, brilliant emerald meeting glittering sapphire.
No words were needed then. Their eyes met and thousands of words passed between them.
Another heart headpiece is finished, this time in violet with a spider that sits slightly elevated on its’ cosy beaded net. The colour proved very difficult to photograph, so what you see now is not the exact right shade. (In reality it is closer to dark lilac/dark amethyst.) I found it very amusing how many people thought this was a cookie or a cake when I posted WIP photos, so I’d like to point out that this is indeed a felt hat. (Though it does look super yummy.)
(I also just noticed my photo editing program had decided to glitch again while editing this photo so there are spots were the colours are all off. Didn’t notice that until I switched devices. Sorry about that. I’ll get them all fixed and proper next time.)
why do girls like you feel the urge to post random photos of space. leave it to those who actually enjoy learning about it and appreciate it because it's cool, not because it's pretty. ugh. just ugh.
How do you know what me and “girls like me” enjoy and do outside our blogs? The thing is, you don’t. I - like everyone else on this website - choose which parts of my life you see through my blog. What you see me post here is just a scratch on the surface of all the things I am and enjoy doing. It doesn’t tell you the whole story, it doesn’t give you a full understanding of who I am, and your message is a perfect example of that.
Why did you just assume I don’t like learning about space? Because I do. You don’t see that side of me on my blog often but that doesn’t mean the conclusion you’ve jumped to is correct.
I enjoy watching documentaries…
…I enjoy astronomy bo- Wait, this one isn’t just photos, this has information on it! Put it back, put it back!
Just kidding, I like reading this book.
And these too.
Yes, I know they are all very basic books and DVDs, made for those who do not have extensive knowledge on the subject. (I’m also aware I have The Universe in a Nutshell twice but one book is that alone and the other one is a combo of TUIAN and A Brief History of Time.) But I am a hatmaker, not an astrophysicist and that’s why they are great for me. I like the ideas they give me, I like how small they make me feel, I love learning about places so far away and so different and yes, I love the visual side of them too. I might not be able to solve the mysteries of the universe, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the beauty and complexity of it.
Also, let people who aren’t interested in the science side of space enjoy the pretty pictures. Saying someone isn’t allowed to appreciate the colours of a galaxy because they don’t know how it was formed is like saying you need to be a botanist to enjoy the smell of roses.
We cannot carry the gospel to the poor & lowly while emulating the practices of the rich & powerful. We’ve been invited into a story that begins with humility & ends with glory; never the other way around. Let’s align ourselves correctly, sharing in the humble ministry of Jesus, knowing one day we’ll feast at His table in splendor.
It really can be dreadful, this Jesus life. Just dreadful. I completely agree and suffer through all the same anxiety about it. I really do. I desire about 64% of Jesus. That is about all of Him and His ways I can handle. I really mean this. For every 6 things I like about Jesus’ stuff, there are 4 that I am totally willing to ignore or discredit. I do it every day, you guys. I look several things in the eye and say NOPE. I hover around a D-.
Take Matthew 25, for example. What a disaster! Jesus so deeply identifies himself with the prisoner and the hungry and the stranger and the naked and poor, He says, “When you consider them and their plight, imagine that it is actually Me you are serving.”
Let me tell you something, Jesus: LOW BLOW. I do NOT want to see your face in the faces of these complicated, hurting, needy people. When I see a prisoner, I want to see “criminal.” When I see the homeless, I want to see “addict.” When I see a refugee, I want to see “threat” or at least “financial drain.”
What I do not want to see is your sweet face.
Why couldn’t you identify with more stable people? We like you in the faces of our children and best friends, for example. We like you in our government and in our Family Friendly Movies. We like you in our pretty churches and gated neighborhoods.
We do not want to see you in the faces of the poor. That sucks. Now you are really messing with us. You do realize what this sort of holy identification will cost and require, right?
Why?? Why did you have to say all that in Matthew 25? I very much prefer Christian rules to this nonsense. (And it is nonsense, Jesus. Your ways do not make any sort of conventional sense.) I know we are to live this death and resurrection with you, but I only like the resurrection part. I’m serious. I want to skip the death part because it is too hard and requires way too much dying. Rules! You know we prefer rules! If we just dress modestly and don’t say the f-word, can we call it a day?
It is so hard down here, Jesus. People are so hurt and scared and abused and confused. We want to follow you but your ways are so terrifying sometimes. Thanks for looking into our faces and seeing “brothers and sisters” instead of cowards and charlatans. You have always elevated our status. I guess if you can see us through miraculous eyes then maybe we have the capacity to look at others and see, well, you.
All this is so hard, Jesus. This world is so banged up. We need you. Help us. Strengthen our faith. Help us trust you. Break our hearts if you must. Give us new eyes to see.