i think spirit is a good father

Luke as Rey’s dad makes me weep for the people who think THAT’S a good idea, but the idea of Luke being Rey’s adoptive father makes me so happy. It’s like, he sees this adorable, broken girl with a fighting spirit and thinks “This is my daughter now, I will give her the family she needs.” And he becomes every bit as protective as a real father would.

Just imagine him with Ben. “You’re my nephew but I swear to Maker if touch my precious bean I will chop your hands off and trust me it will NOT be fun.“

Like Limbs and Hearts, Entwined (Part 2)

Summary:  When the woven birch crown appears in the Sacred Grove, the village elders know that The God of Field and Forest, The Lord of the Ancient Wood, has decided to take a Bride.  The most beautiful girl in the village, chosen by him and blessed with his grace, is to perform the marriage rites on the First Summer Moon, thus ensuring a bountiful harvest and continued prosperity for the community…  And you are so very certain and so very thankful that it could never be you!

Warnings: SNEK, future smut

A/N: big thanks to @abovethesmokestacks for giving me so many ideas and letting me babble at her about things


Soon after the ground began to thaw from the last snow, it was time to work on the season’s planting.  One cloudless early morning, your father set out on his daily chore of checking the traps he’d placed in the woods while you went about preparing the garden.  It was not a particularly easy task, but you had never shied away from hard work.  In fact, you were quite fond of this day of the year.  There was something about working the damp earth after a long cold winter, the promise of future harvest, the pride in a job well done.  It made the sweat and mucked up skirts and exhaustion at the end of the day worthwhile.

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New Life In New Lives (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

“I don’t care what he said, it doesn’t mean jack squat” self conscious reader x Herc + “Sweet Hercules smut please? Where reader is a lil sad and Herc cheers her up by showing her how amazing she is *wink wink wink* you get what im saying? I love your blog. Grade A <3. ”

These were so much fun to write! Sorry I couldn’t make full on smut, the story was already so long and I couldn’t make it any longer but I hinted at it for you. If you can’t tell, I got a bit carried away. Enjoy!

A wail rang out in the halls of your once dead-silent house. Your eyelids quickly flipped open, as you began kicking off your sheets and rolling off the bed.

“What’s that, the third time so far?” Hercules grumbled, still snuggled under the sheets next to you.

“She’s just a baby, Herc. You can’t possibly blame her.” You said as you swung your legs off the bed.

Hercules placed his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.

“Relax, I’ll get her.” He said as he gently pulled you back into the bed and rolled out.

“You sure?”

He stood up, turned and smiled at you.

“Anything for you.”

You grinned as he stumbled out of the room to the nursery.

You laid down and recalled the past year or so with Hercules. You had fallen in love with him mere months before he had to be sent to war. He was your family’s tailor, sewing all of your family members garments: everything from evening ballgowns to bath robes. He had no clue who you were; he only knew you by your sizes and fabric preferences. But you knew all too well who he was.

You could recall your crush on him that had formed years ago when he began working for your family. Being the churlish young girl that you were, you would peek at him from behind the doorframe, or even go so far as to hide in the closet of fabrics and thread, all so you could stare at him as he meticulously worked on his projects. Always focused and never idle, you sometimes giggled at the sight of a very large, handsome man pouring his heart and soul into the pink, frilly dresses he made for your little sisters.

Then, one day he requested you come down for some new sizing. A gown had to be made for your debutante ball, and for whatever reason, Hercules wanted to measure you himself. You had just taken a bath, and dressed in nothing but underwear covered by a soft robe. You had never been so nervous. After two soft knocks, his door opened, and he invited you in. You remained silent as he instructed you to stand up straight and remove your robe. You quickly obliged, releasing your grip on the silk and letting it fall to your ankles. He then began to circle you, eyes bathing in every detail. He grabbed a note pad off of his desk and scribbled onto it before taking his tape measure wrap it around your waist.

“So tell me, (Y/N),” he suddenly inquired, breaking the silence. “Why have you been hiding in my fabrics closet?”

You felt your cheeks burn with a bright red blush. You had no idea that he had any clue of your hideout.

“I…. Uh….” You stammered as Hercules let the tape measure slip off of you, and prepared to measure your chest.

“Like watching me work?” He suggested as he looped the ruler around your bust.

“Yes.” You quickly replied, thankful for his guess that made you seem like less of a creep.

“Are you sure?” He had asked, looking right into your eyes with his big, brown ones and tightening the ruler around your chest.

And the rest was history. You two fell madly in love, making every possible excuse to see each other. You went so far as to deliberately tear up your own clothes so you could bring them to him to mend. He purposefully messed up his sizing, and always asked for you to come down and see him for corrections. You were intimate every change you had. From holding hands under a table or soft kisses when no one was around, to him sneaking up to your room late at night and passionately making love. Your affections were in secret, but you did not mind.

Then everything changed.

“You what?!?” You had screamed at him, eyes wide with disbelief.

“(Y/N),” he began, trying to defend himself. “I can’t be a tailor forever. I want to be an important part of history.”

“So you’re going to go out there because martyrdom is more attractive than a life with me?!”

“(Y/N), you know that’s not what I meant…”

You two argued for the remaining few weeks. Then, he left.

You had never felt so empty.

But that emptiness was filled very soon. You found out that you were pregnant.

All that followed after was a blur. You quickly wrote Hercules, frantic, upset and confused. He wrote only two words back.

“Marry me.”

Your parents, though disapproving of the marriage, still allowed you to marry Hercules. Having a daughter married to someone a few classes below the family was more honorable than having an unmarried daughter with children. Marriage papers were promptly sent to Hercules, and he signed them. The night he returned, you eloped. By that time your belly was noticeably swollen with child.

You heard the door swing open again, snapping you out of your moments of recollection.

“(Y/N), she’s hungry. And I can’t really help with that.” Hercules mumbled as he crawled back into bed, defeated. The baby continued to wail in the background.

You gathered up the strength in your tired body and pushed yourself off the bed, steadying yourself on the floor. You padded out of the room as you glanced back at your husband, collapsed back onto his side of the bed, probably already asleep. You followed the cries down the hall until you finally reached the nursery, where your little girl was red-faced and sobbing with hunger.

“Good morning, my love.” You whispered as you reached down into the crib and gently lifted her up. Her screams subsided when you rested her against you. You let your shoulder slide out of your nightgown, and lowered her to your breast, where she instantly attached to you and began suckling.

You sighed with relief as her tears quickly came to a stop, and gently kissed the top of her head as she happily nursed.

Lifting your head up again, you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. You sighed in disappointment. You hated your new look. With the pregnancy came putting on many pounds, hips widening, stomach stretching out, thighs becoming fatter, and breasts swollen with milk. You had expected your weight to drop after you had given birth; but unfortunately it stayed.

Suddenly, your baby detached from you, content. You smiled as you kissed the top of her head once more as you swaddled her back into her blanket and placed her into her cradle. She was babbling and her feet were kicking against the wrap, full of energy and ready to play.

“Shhhh…. little one. We must sleep now.” You cooed.

She continued to wriggle on the crib mattress. You began to gently rock the crib, attempting to coax her into sleep.

Sleep my love, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

Her eyelids fluttered as both your singing and gentle swaying pulled her back into a sleepy state.

Angels watching ever round thee,
All through the night,
In thy slumbers close surround thee,
All through the night,
They should of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee,
All through the night.

As you finished your last line, she was fast asleep, still tightly swaddled and her thumb in her mouth.

“Goodnight, my little angel,” you breathed as you turned to exit the room.

But your eye caught the mirror once more. You couldn’t help but stop and turn to face it, crest fallen. Your hands grabbed the stubborn fat surrounding your abdomen.


You eyes the largeness of your hips, and your cushiony thighs that lay beneath them.


You remembered the days when Hercules would make excuses to slip his hands and tape measure around your skinny, youthful, near-perfect frame. Back when your body was tight and glowing with health.

And now here you were, chubby after only a few months, throwing away your wonderful body for good. Your father hadn’t had the mixed words to say either, ever since he saw you after the pregnancy.
“Who knew Hercules would turn you into such an ugly cow of a daughter.” He laughed, crushing your spirit.
You weren’t used to this. You weren’t used to being so…so… ugly.

You stopped angrily grabbing at yourself when you heard someone approach the doorframe.

“My love, why are you still up?” Hercules asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“I was just…thinking.”

“Well come back to bed. Lay with me.” He persuaded.

“Hercules….does this, bother you?”

He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“This, new figure.” You explained as you turned back to face the mirror, hands groping your newly formed love-handles.

“Of course not.” He replied as he sauntered over to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection, pulling you into his chest.

“It’s just…so different.” You whimpered, falling back into him.

“I barely notice it.”

“Well my father sa-”

“I don’t care what he said, it doesn’t mean jack squat. Do you really think it means anything to me? Come, look over here,” Hercules said as he gently pulled you away from the mirror, and directed your attention to the cradle.

Your baby girl was asleep, her chest falling up and down lightly, still sucking at her thumb. A few strands of hair delicately rested on her forehead.

“You made her. Isn’t that astounding?” He said, eyes filled with pride.

You nodded.

“And why should I care if you’ve gained a few pounds? You’ve given me the greatest gift I could have ever received. And you’re still as intelligent, witty, and gorgeous as ever.” He continued.

You looked up at him and smiled. He could always make you feel better.

“Besides, there’s more to love now.” He claimed as his hand playfully squeezed your ass.

You squeaked and slapped him away as he chuckled.

“Not in front of the baby!” You harshly whispered.

“I was just trying to prove my point.” He shrugged, grinning.

You turned your attention back to the crib. She was absolutely wonderful. Hercules was absolutely wonderful. There was so much love in your life, why let yourself be miserable at a single comment from your father? Hercules was right. As he always was.

You felt him grab your hand, and begin to gently tug you out of the nursery, and back into the bedroom.

“I love you so much,” you sighed as you approached the bed.

He smirked.

“What, you’re not going to say it back?” You asked.

“No,” he responded grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him with a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss was followed by another, until he began making a trail down to your neck. His hands expertly began slipping your night gown off.

“I’m going to prove it to you, instead.”

Fourth Lesson (M)

Teacher! Taehyung 

Anon requested:  OMG SINFUL SUNDAY!! Ur the best. ㅠ.ㅠ How about a Tae smut where you go to a concert together (he’s just attending with you). Hmmmm, n then spontaneous car sex? ^___________^ Ur a champ~ ;*

Lowkey a smut series ->  Lessons, First Lesson, Second Lesson, Third Lesson

Word Count: 3,385 words

god he’s so damn handsome

You woke up, looking at your alarm clock and sighing. It was time for school, the one place you wished to avoid. There was an error in your winter schedule, making you see Mr. Kim and Ms. Tight skirt at the beginning and end of your day.

Of course, your friends called it ‘destiny’ while you called ‘an error that is the school should take responsibility for’. As if the universe doesn’t hate you enough, you couldn’t pick an alternative. Even computer science was full and everyone knows Ms. Choi is a tyrant because of her divorce from her fourth husband. You were shocked that she still got dates.

You’ve seen her shamelessly flirt with the head janitor but you digress.

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A. Ryder Log #13

The Crew tackles Kadara while they wait for the Ghost Storm Tech to be fully developed - and Aria realizes Jaal is uncomfortable, seeking to address his worry once they’re back on the Tempest.

Sahuna makes pie, and Aria feels like she’s home.

Jaal x Ryder, Spoilers up to just past Hunting the Archon. All fluff.

Also on AO3 ->


Aria didn’t like Kadara.

The Exile-infested planet was their next stop after the Nexus; the Ghost Storm tech would take a bit to be developed properly, and the Tempest crew was anything but the type to sit around idly.

Kadara made sense, since they’d been there once before and had definitely caught traces of monoliths.

Not to mention Addison’s ‘request’ to make more outposts, draw out Dr. Kennedy!

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The Inner Thoughts of an AoS Fangirl - 4x18

Got to watch AoS after all (thanks to @bioforensics)…

Thoughts while watching (not in perfect order):

  • yes hair is the real priority here completely agree *eye roll*
  • Leopold freakin’ Fitz has Jemma bloody Simmons on his mind and no matter what he tells himself and no matter what his crappy trash of a father tells him, he can’t stop thinking about her.
  • hell Fitz apologize to her you just slapped your bff good god
  • ummm Ward go away vs. Ward I love you can they make you an LMD in reality
  • I think we can all agree that telling Mace is a bad idea Simmons
  • Radcliffe is my spirit animal even though he’s the very reason they’re in this mess
  • so like Simmons and Fitz both corrected someone that they were doctors
  • psychically linked even in a vitural reality and one has no idea the other is psychically linked to them
  • Please be Tripp please be Tripp
  • Coulson you’re so presh –
  • TRIP.
  • can Tripp trip on his shoe just because its funny don’t actually hurt him because TRIPP
  • i feel i forgot to mention Tripp
  • “that’s because I am troubled” “A woman?” Yeah her names Jemma Anne Simmons she screamed at him from across a field and now he can’t stop thinking about her and old Fitz is coming out because he killed an innocent woman in cold blood and Jemma made him feel guilty for something that normally would never bother him but her voice and eyes he just CAN’T “Is it that obvious?” Yes.
  • oh his dad seems nice maybe he’ll give Fitz good advice
  • Well you can put Fitz’s dad on my list of fictional characters I intend on murdering in every fanfic
  • “oh golly who knows what kind of man i’d be without you dad i might be an actual nice person like who the hell needs that”
  • Side note: TRIPP
  • did Fitz just
  • It wasn’t him it wasn’t him it wasn’t him it wasn’t him i hate AIDA and dad fitz it wasn’t him it wasn’t him
  • the fact that our presh Fitz still is Fitz but is basically forced to be an evil, twisted murderer because of AIDA and his dad peer pressuring and emotionally abusing and manipulating him kills me slowly
  • Holy crap did that work
  • Holy crap it worked
  • does this mean that we just need Simmons to look at Fitz and nonchalant just be like “UGH FITZ just snap out of it”
  • #hating everything right now
  • deah of characters that never reach their full potential in their character arc is my reason for crying on a regular basis
  • that and fitzsimmons
  • oh look what a nice sinister smile AIDA has as Fitz bonds with his abusive creep of a dad heyyy i mean murder am i right
  • “did you watch Days of Our Lives the other day son” “no dad I missed it (cause Jemma Simmons was screaming at me “no”)” “well it was a good one cause Raph killed Pheobe” “That’s awful” “…” “I mean wow what a great thing to fill your mind with and tell yourself its okay”
  • radcliffe was a better father figure even after he freakin betrayed him
  • #pretending Mace didn’t die by Fitz’s hands and he’ll forever have to live with Mace AND Agens’s blood on his hands for all eternity
  • im chill im totally chill as a dead body because i’m dead inside
  • Mother and Daughter Goals
  • Radcliffe totes heard this whole thing
  • this is what dreams are made of
  • If Daisy gets her powers then its only appropriate for Tripp to be in the episode right (just a little morbid there Whedon)
  • next episodes gonna be LEGIT

“You’re a good lad, Frodo. I’m very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish. I don’t know why I took you in after your mother and father died but it wasn’t out of charity. I think it was because… of all my numerous relations, you were the one Baggins that showed real spirit.”

Robin Hood Appreciation Week

Day 3: Favorite Ships

Hood Family

Originally posted by lucifermorningstr

Originally posted by baileybelle1994

Robin is a loving, wonderful father (and is a great father figure to Henry)

Hood-Mills family

Originally posted by talesofdecorum

Originally posted by uponaspoiler

Outlaw Queen

Originally posted by herardentwish

They are a beautiful symbol of second chances, fiery beginnings that softens into a warm glow of love, support, and encouragement.

Outlaw Maiden

Originally posted by bynightafangirl

The flashes we got of them show a beautiful first love and loyalty.

Outlaw Beauty

Originally posted by bynightafangirl

This could and should have been more. This had SOOO much potential. These two had a past connection! The show really had a good opportunity to give both Robin AND Belle more story by exploring this friendship. They are both loving, loyal, and open- kindred spirits, I think!

Captain Hood

Originally posted by captainswansource

I always hoped they would explore this relationship better. Robin and Killian are both hilarious as Fairy Tale characters trapped in the Modern World.They should bond over their mutual confusion of things. The few moments we got were wonderful!

The Christian Witch Manifesto

So after thinking over this for a while, I decided to post the spiritual standards and affirmations I live by in my craft. I’m not suggesting that this manifesto should be adopted by every Christian practitioner by magic (after all everyone is going to have different magical callings and strengths), but I think it’s a good place for someone who takes monotheism and magic seriously to start.

I do believe in God the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son Our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. I believe Jesus descended into Hell and rose from the dead on the third day; He ascended into Heaven, and sits at the right hand of God, the Father almighty; from there He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.

I do not honor or worship any deity apart from Godself.

I do observe the 8 holidays of the wheel of the year in my heart and home, marking the movements of the seasons, extending hospitality to others, reflecting on my actions in life, and giving glory to God for His creation.

I do not worship creation or any created thing, choosing instead to live in cooperation with the Earth I have been charged to steward by the sovereign God.

I do seek to combat the powers of evil wherever I meet them, warding homes and people with salt, water, and holy oil, burning incense to banish demons, invoking the name of Christ in the presence of darkness, and remaining attentive to spiritual movements in the unseen world around me so I may best protect myself and others.

I do not communicate with spirits apart from Godself, excepting the thanks I offer to the angels who have supported me unseen throughout my life and the words I use to rebuke and banish demons when they are revealed to me. I do not summon the dead.

I do use a variety of crafts, practices, rituals, and rites to represent my intentions and reveal my heart to God in prayer, including but not limited to cooking, candle burning, dancing, sigil drawing, herb brewing, chanting, and circle casting.

I do not believe that power exists in the objects I assemble, only that they carry symbolic significance that make my prayers more tailor-suited to the situation and layer meaning upon meaning in a way words often don’t.

I do believe in correspondences, that everything under the sun carries life and meaning, and that all life on Earth is connected in a complex matrix designed by God, and that in being made in God’s image I contain a spark of divine energy that allows me to participate in that matrix as a creation as well as a creator. It is for this reason that I believe my own will, insignificant as it may be in comparison to God’s, does make an impact on the world around me. This will must be constantly aligned with God’s through a thoughtful process of discernment led by the Holy Spirit.

I do not believe that I am capable of bringing about change apart from what God will allow, and confess that I have no power that others Christians do not, and that any power I am granted in a moment so that God’s purposes may be fulfilled should be offered back up to God in a loving act of submission.

I do meditate on the symbols of the tarot cards in the presence of the Holy Spirit, seeking to uncover insights, comforts, and convictions that God may wish to reveal to me. I read tarot for my friends and neighbors as an act of freely-given love, encouraging them all the while to seek out deeper meaning for themselves in cooperation with God.

I do not use tarot to gain a foothold over others, divine the future (which is the province of God alone), or inquire of the Lord of petty or inappropriate matters. I do not believe tarot is infallible.

I do use magic to protect, strengthen, convict, heal, comfort, bless, and in appropriate circumstances, bind and banish those around me for their wellbeing as well as the wellbeing of the community.

I do not wish vengeful ill on those around me, nor do I seek to manipulate them, nor will I ever use magic to ask God to take action in someone’s life that I wouldn’t pray for in any other manner. May God always guide my heart to pray rightly, lovingly, and fearlessly.

I do offer my prayers, readings, spells, and blessings freely to any who request them of me, and do my best to be transparent about my methods and my utter reliance on God.

I do not seek to benefit myself socially or financially from offering my services.

New Reality TV Guilty Pleasure: Chrisley Knows Best

Now I can hear some of the groans already, but something about that charismatic, sassy flamboyant Southern father gets me every time. I think the show certainly has more personality than others out there, despite the ostentatious and rather vapid ideal that some of the public may have about the show.

And so many good one-liners. Todd Chrisley may secretly be my spirit animal. All of that Southern sass is just giving me life.

  • “Class not ass.”
  • “We don’t have to agree. If I don’t like it, that’s all that matters.”
  • “This is my closet - everything is organized by season.”
  • “You really think that when Chase tells me at 16 years old "oh I’m going to bed at 8:30?” Bullshit.“
  • "If I can love you, eventually I can love your daddy.”
  • “When I caught Kyle cheating with a married woman, I had his ass picked up by two private security guards, he was taken to the private air strip here in Atlanta, and he was sent to Samoa for nine months to do Red Cross relief work.”
  • “You can’t offer me the help I need. This right here is beyond couch time.”
  • “Not a crack addict, I said you’re tying to be a distributor.”
  • “There’s no normal in this house!”
  • “Darling, sneak is in y'all’s DNA.”

Just so much Southern sass and frenzied family fun in a half hour. I think I found a new reality love! 

- Anonym schrieb an bershamania: Vegeta, what was your father like? What was the last thing he said to you?

 Here you go - first answer from that part XD (Second question will follow later)

I don´t know why I came up with that idea, but it was my first thought and I could not bring it out of my head. So .. yey XD But it proofs that he was adicted to those moustaches from the very beginning. 
Warn him, Fayeth!
Warn him that it will look like the hella shit. I think she has a very good imagination spirit so she knows how that will look like. 
Oh Geta…
Silly, young wonderfull teenage Vegeta XD
I love you!

Baby Crowley

Originally posted by jensennackels

Pairing: LuciferxCrowleysdaughter!reader
Word count: 1,671
Warnings: None
Author: Brittiny
Request: Anonymous. I see you guys like Crowley. :-) so I’ve got an idea for you. Could you do a Crowley x reader where the reader is his daughter from an affair with a human but he loves her and spoils her and no one in hell knows she exists for her protection. When Lucifer breaks free he finds out about her and brings her to hell as a captive to ensure crowleys good behavior. I think another cool twist you could do is if Lucifer admires her gentle spirit despite him treating her poorly and they both grow fond.

For the millionth time that day, you checked your phone. It was no secret to you that your father was an extremely busy man. However, you never went more than a day without at least texting. It had now been two days, with no contact. His phone went straight to voice mail, which was worrisome. It wasn’t like you could ask anyone, either. No one in his circle knew you existed. You were his secret, and you understood. If the wrong people found out about you, chances were, you’d be dead, or used against him. Neither was something he wanted to see happen.

Since you were a child, he’d doted on you. Spoiled you. To say you were a Daddy’s girl was an understatement. Your mother would look at you, shake her head, and sigh. While your parents didn’t hate each other, they only tolerated each other for you. You’d never asked what happened between them, or how you came to be. Those were details that you didn’t care about.

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Jesus said in John 10:10 that he came to give us life, and life more abundantly and “to the full.” I get caught up sometimes thinking that this means Jesus came to fulfill all my desires. The life Jesus has for us is a good life in relationship with Him, that involves us doing His work side by side with our creator and father. We have the Holy Spirit working inside of us enabling and emboldening us to show the love and light of Christ in everything that we do. This is way better than the genie of instant gratification we sometimes foolishly wish God was. God’s way is the better way. With Him there is abundant life.

Rivetra Week: Ruined

When Levi heard the mournful screech coming from the bedroom, his stomach dropped, as did the teacup he had been carrying over to the stove. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket, fully prepared to dial the emergency number, his heart racing, his footsteps seemingly slow and cumbersome as he made his way towards the source of the screaming.

Practically kicking the door open to the bedroom, phone raised in the air ready to make the call, he found his wife clutching an old quilt, sobbing into the fabric.

“Petra.” His voice was short, shoving the blanket away from her, taking in her face, then his gaze dropping down to the tiny swell of her belly, five months pregnant with their first child.

Tears aside, she seemed fine.

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supermahler2012  asked:

JMJ. Good day, Father. I'm currently at odds with myself as to where my soul is. I am Catholic, and my Newman Center is definitely where my Catholic friends and family are in the university setting. We have Novus Ordo Masses. Right now, I'm discerning whether to be a traditional Catholic or not, and I feel divided as to which Mass is "correct" or necessary for salvation (think of the saints!!). I'm a split soul! Yet our Newman director says that the Holy Spirit always unites. What should I do?


That is an interesting dilemma. I’m not sure if I feel comfortable with the question.

It’s as if our Faith, one, holy, Catholic, and apostolic, has been divided into two separate religions–the “Novus Ordo” religion which you presently belong to, and the “traditional Catholic” religion, which you are interested in converting to. LOL. Does that sum it up correctly?

It is a unique “Roman” or Latin-rite problem, because Catholics of the Melkite rite, Byzantine-Greek rite, Ruthenian rite, Maronite rite, Chaldean rite, etc. do not have these interior splits. A guy will just say, “I’m Chaldean” or a lady will say “I’m Maronite.” It is only in the Latin rite Church that Catholics are in full fledged war over “which Mass” is the “real Mass” and will get our souls to heaven.

Now you know why Eastern rite Catholics roll their eyes, at these conflicts. The Latin-rite fighting ignores, and practically erases as if they’re invisible, that entire hemisphere of the Church where they neither follow Novus Ordo, nor Extraordinary Form (Tridentine) Mass. And yet they have the Mass, which they call the Divine Liturgy. They have a healthier way of looking at the liturgy, however.

Eastern-rite Catholics see the liturgy as an external expression, as an outer form, of faith, piety, and spiritual formation. The liturgy is NOT the Faith. The liturgy is NOT the piety of the Church. It is an outward form. Like all outward forms, it has developed according to culture, language, symbols and gestures of a certain people, and it gets “tweaked” or developed according to the needs of the people.

The forms of Eastern Catholic liturgy get changed far less, than in the Latin rite. Perhaps that is why the Easterners fight far less than the Roman Catholics do. But the point is this: the Catholic Faith is an all-encompassing mysticism, a spiritual force, which has certain externals, or forms. While the forms that we receive from history and ancient customs should be honored and cherished, they should not be slavishly prioritized above things like Scripture, doctrine, practical pastoral care, and the spiritual and corporal works of mercy.

The “novus ordo” or the Mass of Paul VI is the Latin-rite’s “Ordinary Form” at the present time. The traditional Catholic communities celebrate the Mass of Pius V, “traditional Latin Mass” or “Extraordinary Form.” I know that many people believe one or the other is superior. 

I cannot state that myself. After 24 years, and having been stationed in eight parishes, and having worked with Asians, African-Americans, Hispanics, Portuguese, Italians, and many other diverse groups of rich and poor, conservatives and liberals, I do not believe the Mass alone gives God glory, and makes people good disciples of Jesus.

In my opinion, what gives God glory, and turns people into good Christians, is their ability to have an open mind to follow God’s Word as it is taught by the Catholic Magisterium, and their ability to have an open heart to love as many people as possible. It is simply not my belief that Catholics attending the traditional Latin Mass are holier, because they attend a “superior Mass,” than “novus ordo” Catholics, because they attend an “inferior Mass.”

I will state this, however. As someone who pastored a Latin Mass community in the Extraordinary Form, I believe that such communities have a more concentrated gathering of Catholics who are well-educated in doctrine, reverent in liturgy, and faithful to the spirituality of the Saints. They are small clusters of Catholics who come together to support each other in a Catholic practice that is uncompromising, staunch, and is docile to all the teachings of faith and morals.

That is a very attractive thing, no? Honestly, our Catholic parishes are just too large. It’s easy to get lost in a Catholic parish community, with hundreds of Catholics sitting next to you at one Mass. Most people don’t know each other. They do not support each other to get more hard-core in their Catholic Faith. A large group will necessarily be more diverse, and include a lot of people who are wishy-washy, liberal dissenters, shallow, and unapologetic in their ignorance of Catholic doctrine.

You can stay in a novus ordo community like that and try to build it up, try to make it more reverent, try to be an example of stronger fidelity, try to admonish your fellow Catholic to stand by Jesus’ teachings, etc. That is a missionary thing to do–to reform a Catholic parish from within. On the other hand, if you go to a traditional Latin Mass community, you are in a small, highly concentrated group of like-minded Catholics.

Being in an Extraordinary Form community does not take too much missionary work because the people there already study their doctrine; they already know the parts of the Mass and how to pray with devotion, even in Latin; they know how to behave and take the Mass seriously; they already know about the rosary, novenas, fasting, the Divine Mercy, Holy Hours of adoration, and the musical tradition of Gregorian chant. 

Yes, yes, there are hard-core and faithful Catholics in the novus ordo parishes, but in the traditional Latin Mass gatherings they are in “concentrated” form and nobody “adds water” to water down their faithfulness to the Church. They are staunch and courageous and as a small community everybody knows everybody else and tries to keep them on the straight and narrow.

I could not possibly recommend one, over the other to you, because I do not know you. Someone who is a “free spirit” traditional Catholic will gravitate to the novus ordo Masses, because they get excited at the challenge of converting Catholics to their own religion–meaning getting the wishy-washy folks to be serious Catholics. They love the parish diversity and interesting hodgepodge of personalities.

On the other hand, traditional Catholics who are weaker in their Faith, or just impatient at dealing with all the dissenting and ignorant Catholics, or who are just fed up with novus ordo Masses that are entertainment fests, will want to gravitate away from the typical novus ordo parish and seek out “concentrated Catholicism” where most people think alike and support each other in a more insular, closed-off atmosphere.

Know yourself. Be realistic. Don’t leave a novus ordo, or a Newman church setting because it’s too emotional, feeling-oriented, with lots of preaching of love, and then later complain because people at the Latin Mass are not smiling at you and hugging you. At the same time, don’t stay in a novus ordo community and complain that not enough women wear chapel veils and the priest hardly uses any Latin. Each kind of community ministers to a certain personality type of Catholic. 

You have to honestly answer, for yourself, what type of Catholic personality you are, and then make your decision. Just know that you will find devout, faithful, and Christ-centered people in both the Ordinary Form, and the Extraordinary Form. Turning one, or the other, into a group that you stereotype or judge is not a good sign that you have found Jesus. God bless and take care, Fr. Angel


You’re a good lad, Frodo. I’m very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish. I don’t know why I took you in after your mother and father died but it wasn’t out of charity. I think it was because… of all my numerous relations, you were the one Baggins that showed real spirit.

Ok I get that Erik is a great character because of how complex he is but I don’t think y'all phantom lovers realize how fucked up that boy was. I mean he had a goddamn torture chamber in his house that made you think you were in the desert. Not to mention is had a damn WINDOW FOR HIM TO WATCH HIS VICTIMS DESPERATELY CRAWL TOWARDS THE NON-EXISTENT WATER. He sat in the walls of Christine’s dressing room and watched her for months. HE PRETENDED TO BE HER DEAD FATHERS SPIRIT. I get he’s an awesome character for all this but HES NOT A GOOD PERSON. You all act like Christine should have chosen him over Raoul, but what girl in her right mind would stay with the guy who stalked her and repeatedly locked her in his underground lake house.

Quadruplets-CHAPTER one

When Nico founded out he was pregnant, shockingly, the first person he told slash went for help to was Persephone.

He never thought he would see the day when he went to her for help. She was the last person he had expected himself to go too. If Jason wasn’t one of the ‘baby daddies’ as Leo had once said, it would have been between him and Reyna. So he was out, which left Reyna, but she was on a vacation with her titan girlfriend. He was scared, confused, he didn’t understand how it was possible.

He considered asking Will. They had become close friends after the thing with Gaea. But he had only made it halfway to the blonds usual observation room in the infirmary when he noises of him riding Jake to town reached his ears.

He figured it was hopeless. What would a demigod around here know about this kind of stuff, anyways? He realized he needed the help of a god-or goddess-and strangely, Persephone was the first immortal being he thought off. He sure as hell couldn’t tell his father, he was still throwing temper tantrums about him dating Jason and Percy, if he found out he would smite them in a second. And if he went to any of the other Olympians well-that would just end horribly.

Hera would probably wipe their memories again and start another fun time war over it. He wasn’t sure how she would-or could-be he thought it might happen. So he got to the Underworld as fast as he could, before Hera could sniff him out.

He sneaked inside the palace, avoiding Cerberus-out of fear of knocked down or something more than anything else, the creature loved Nico, and Nico’s feelings were heavily returned. It was just that he had a thing for roughhousing when they played.  He held his stomach and walked in a crouch so the Furies wouldn’t catch him, because the last thing he needed was to be picked up and flung around. He then entered through the garden, catching one of Persephone’s maidens on the way.

“Excuse me uh…Delilah,” he thought that was her name, all the goddess maidens were named after flowers. She nodded, looking at him curiously. “Can you get thy Lady for me? I need to speak to her.”

The maiden considered him for a moment before nodding again and walking off silently.  He went back into the gardens and walked around nervously, hating the feeling with a passion. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable. The exception, perhaps, was when he was in bed with Jason and Percy. They always made him feel safe. Safe, physically, mentally and most of all, emotionally. He could feel whatever he wanted and they would take it in stride. It was one of the many things he loved about them.

“Ah, my sweet stepson,” Persephone’s sarcastic voice trickled in behind him.

Nico turned as the dark haired, gorgeous goddess approached him. She summoned a table and two chairs and she gestured for him to sit down. He didn’t hesitate before taking his seat, his feet hurt and he was already building up a sweat.

“Persephone,” he said once they both had sat down.

She raised an eyebrow.

Nico paused only briefly. “I need you to keep a secret. And to receive some advice.”

Persephone’s smirk fell and her face changed into something that Nico could only really call motherly. It was extremely strange to see on anyone’s face but Percy or Jason’s, but it comforted him.

“What is it, dear?” she asked him. She snapped her fingers and a some sort of milkshake appeared in front of him, it had a McDonald’s logo, so he figured it was safe to drink. Plus, he had been craving chocolate.


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