one and undivided


The prologue + first chat of V route is a gift

My teacher once told me, “If you wait for the mind to stop, you’re going to wait forever.” I suddenly had to rethink my avenue to enlightenment. I’d been trying to stop my mind for a very long time, and I knew I had to find another course of action.

The spiritual instruction to “just stop” is not directed to the mind or to feelings or to the personality.

It’s directed to the afterthought that takes credit and blame and says, “It’s mine.” Stop!

That’s where the teaching of ‘stop’ is aimed. Just stop that. And then, in that moment, feel how completely disarmed the sense of me feels. When the sense of me is disarmed, it doesn’t know what to do, whether to go forward or backward, right or left.

That’s the kind of stopping that’s important. The rest is just a game. Then, in that stopping, a different state of being, an undivided state, starts to emerge. Why? Because we are no longer at odds with ourselves.

The mind may hear these words and ask, “What is an undivided state of being?” That is to miss what is happening right now. One feels an undivided state of being; it cannot be found in some abstract and conceptual realm because that realm is itself a divided state. We touch the undivided state when we allow ourselves to be disarmed when we’re not trying to prove or deny anything, and we stay in that sense of being disarmed without resistance.

- Adyashanti, Emptiness Dancing, p. 52

[Bruce & Dick Panels] Outsiders #21 (2005)

When I first came across this issue, it was in one of those “sale” shelves. Apart from Batman himself, I wasn’t as intimitately familiar with the rest of the Batfamily just yet. The cover intrigued me, though, and a few pages in, I was sold.

In hindsight, it was ridiculously cheap for such a gem (plus, in fairly good condition)! It’s one of the first single issues I’ve ever bought, and one of the first to solidify my growing addiction to moments of Batfamily angst.

So, I guess the cover can clue you in about what this issue might be about, but here’s a little backstory (and some spoilers):

Outsiders #1 is set a while after the Titans parted ways following the loss of Lilith and Donna Troy (Wonder Girl). Roy Harper (Arsenal) approaches Dick Grayson (Nightwing) about forming a new team of superheroes. Dick, still brooding over their loss, is uninterested. It’s clear that he isn’t ready for the emotional burden of leading a team, then putting their lives at risk again. 

Roy reminds him why they formed the Teen Titans in the first place (to be heroes in their own right, and not just sidekicks), and that this time around, they didn’t have to be as emotionally invested as they used to be. They didn’t have to be a “family” like the Titans were, just a team.

Reluctant but convinced, Dick eventually becomes their leader.

Note: Now, if the “Outsiders” sound familiar to you, remember that Batman led his own version of the team?       


“So… who pays for this team?”

In the previous issue, Outsiders #20 (2005), following Metallo’s attack on the Outsiders’ headquarters, Indigo makes an incidental finding in the wreckage: the high-tech cables hidden in the building walls aren’t supplied by Optitron (the corporation they believe to be financing their vigilante operation), but by one with much deeper pockets

Now, onto the current issue again (and a little more backstory):

“They keep close tabs, but they have allowed the team to be autonomous.”

Optitron, which was once merely a syndicated cable company, eventually acquires three of the largest cable companies in the world. As a way of giving back to the people for its immense success, the corporation becomes involved in global philanthropy. To step it up a notch, it funds a crime-fighting unit of superheroes (yes, the Outsiders). 


Cue dramatic suspenseful music: *DUN-DUN-DUN DUUUUUUNNNN*

“He did this again. He always does this.”

And, by “this”, it’s safe to assume that he means Bruce - to put it lightly -  interferes. Ask any member of the Justice League - he’s notoriously controlling!

Now, you’d think that Dick would be more grateful, right? While other vigilantes conduct their operations in cramped hole-in-the-walls, worrying about their day jobs to carry on their night ones, he and his teammates are gettin’ paid

But, this is a father-and-son, not benefactor-and-beneficiary, kind of issue. It has nothing to do with money. As it usually is between Bruce and Dick, it’s a matter of principle.

So, brace yourself for some DramaTM, Wayne Manor style…

“What the hell is the matter with you? I mean, aside from the obvious!”

So, here’s Dick, dropping some heavy truth bombs…

Part of Bruce’s parenting style is to absorb his children’s rage (over him, over anything), then channel it into a teaching moment (eventually). As long as they’re not in the middle of a life-threatening scenario, he’ll hear them out. He’ll let them say what they want to say, how they want to say it.    

Then, he’ll seem detached and uncaring. But, see, he’s not exactly Mr. Heart-on-His-Sleeve. When you’ve become as hardened by years of pain and loss such as him, it becomes a habit to tuck any semblance of vulnerability away. 

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love his children - he clearly does,1000% yes - but sometimes silence is all he has to offer. A moment to listen. A mind that isn’t racing towards the next case. Because he knows that there are problems a utility belt just can’t solve. (Plus, he’s not always the best at words when emotions are concerned.)

He has his moments when he’ll let his guard down, too. When he’ll act like their father-father, not just their mentor-father. A tight hug. An affectionate hair tousle. Forgoing patrol to watch a movie (*cough* Jason *cough*). The little things. Rare, perhaps, but they do happen.   

But, yeah, then there’s moments like this, too (where we’re extra thankful that Alfred’s around):

“As hard as it may seem, Dick, I saw the Outsiders as a good idea. I believed in you.”

Anytime Bruce keeps something from him, Dick gets hurt. Because he’s always thought highly of Bruce and the bond that they share is sacred to him.

Now, keep in mind that part of why Dick became Nightwing was to shed his sidekick persona. Much of his adult life has been spent trying to step out of Bruce’s shadow and become his own kind of superhero.  

So, understandably, he feels betrayed. In his mind, Bruce lied to him and is still closely keeping tabs on his endeavors. 

(That act of “omission” on Bruce’s part? I guess we can chalk it up to his habit of not-needing-to-explain-himself.)

For some reason, the next set of panels reminds me of that episode from the first season of Young Justice in which Bruce requests a private meeting with Kaldur’ahm (Aqualad) in which even Dick (then Robin) isn’t invited. Dick gets jealous and takes it out on the (concrete?) gym wall. By the end of the episode, Bruce makes it up to him by challenging him to a one-on-one basketball match - undivided attention! - which Dick gladly accepts. 

Bruce’s opinions matter very much to Dick, whether the latter agrees with them or not. In both instances (Young Justice and this issue), he’s expressing his insecurity (though, he seems to be denying it in the fourth panel). Where does he stand with Bruce? (A question which every Batfamily member has probably asked at least once in his or her life.) 

“You expect too much of me.”

Bruce. Ever the pragmatist. Always punishing himself with reminders of his failures, of people he wasn’t able to save.

And, Dick, ever the optimist. Always trying to give others the benefit of the doubt.

For the purpose of closure: At the end of the issue, we find out that it wasn’t actually Bruce who’s been giving Roy intel all this time, but Slade Wilson disguised as Batman.

Bruce and Dick… they’ll have these fits of rage, then calm down as if nothing happened. Neither needs to say “It was my fault” or “I love you” or whatever. It’s all just kind of understood somehow.  

Like, you know, a family.

What is Judaism?

The short answer: Judaism is the religion of the Jewish people.   

The long answer: Judaism is a monotheistic religion characterized by belief in one, all-powerful, undivided deity. The central text of Judaism is the Torah, which traditional Jews believe was directly revealed by G-d to Moshe at Mt. Sinai. The Torah contains the rules and philosophy for living an observant Jewish life, as well a historical account of the early Israelite people. However, Judaism is not just limited to a certain set of rules or beliefs. Many Jews consider themselves secular, but still proudly identify as Jewish, because Judaism is more than just a religion in the strictest sense: it is a religion, a culture, and a national identity.   

What’s bugging JFAQ? So is Judaism a religion, or an ethnicity? How can someone be Jewish if they aren’t religious? Is Judaism the religion of the Jewish people, or are the Jewish people a people because they practice Judaism? The answer is…yes, to everything! Judaism is an ethnoreligion. Unlike religions like Christianity and Islam, being Jewish doesn’t hinge on belief. Most Jews are born Jewish. According to traditional Judaism, you’re Jewish if your mother was Jewish. It doesn’t matter if you were raised religiously or not — you’re a Jew, with all the rights and responsibilities that entails, including being obligated to the 613 mitzvot, the rules given in the Torah. Liberal denominations of Judaism consider you Jewish if either of your parents is Jewish, and you were raised with a Jewish identity. Many Jews don’t observe all the rules and rituals of traditional Judaism, but participate in cultural aspects like eating traditional Jewish foods, celebrating Jewish holidays with their families, visiting or living in Israel, and learning about Jewish history. These are all part of their heritage as Jews, even if they don’t consider themselves religious, so Judaism is not a religion alone. 

However, being born Jewish isn’t the only way to become Jewish. Though Judaism doesn’t seek converts the way proselytizing religions like Christianity and Islam do (and doesn’t believe that non-Jews have to become Jewish in order to be good people and fulfill their missions on earth), it is possible to convert to Judaism. The process involves a long period of formal study with a rabbi before going before a beit din, a rabbinic court, to officially join the Jewish people. Joining a people is a very serious commitment, and the process is long and challenging, but when it is done, a convert is just as Jewish as any other Jew (it is actually forbidden by the Torah to treat a convert as any less Jewish!). Since Judaism allows for conversion, it cannot entirely be an ethnicity, either!     

Check out the video under “additional resources.” The best way to describe the Jewish people is like a family. In a family, most people are related by blood, but you can marry into a family, or be adopted, and you’re as much a part of the family as anyone else. Families have their own customs and traditions, which some people may do slightly differently than others. Members of a family can be very different from each other, and may not always get along, but they still share a connection to each other based on shared background and history that separates them from other families. Members of a family can live in different places, but that connection remains. And like a family, we rely on and take responsibility for each other. Judaism teaches that all Jews are connected, and what hurts one Jew hurts us all, while lifting up a fellow Jew benefits the whole Jewish people.  

Additional resources:

Sinai Speak: What is a Jew? (video)

Pay Attention - Lysander x Candy NSFW

In this Milestone Celebration request both Lysander and Candy have both graduated and are now living together. I hope that you all enjoy.

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Holy Saturday – 15 April – The Lord’s descent into hell 

 The Creed proclaims “He descended into Hell.”    This homily for Holy Saturday from the 4th Century treats of the “harrowing of hell” and the rescue of Adam and Eve.  Note the parallels between Adam and Eve’s sin, which lost paradise for us and the passion of Christ, which won for us not simply an earthly paradise, but eternal life.   It was to the Limbo of the Fathers that Christ descended, a place of the dead that was emptied through His Passion, Resurrection and Ascension and no longer exists.   By this “Harrowing of Hell,” as His Descent is sometimes called, the doors to Heaven were swung open so that those who die in a state of grace may enter in, alleluia!   Adam, Eve, Noah, Abraham, Moses, the good thief on the cross — all the righteous were illuminated by the Presence of Christ in the place of death, making Sheol itself a paradise.   They remained there with Him until His Bodily Resurrection when the the “bars of Hell” were broken down and they were later able to enter into Heaven itself with His glorious Ascension.

“What is happening? Today there is a great silence over the earth, a great silence, and stillness, a great silence because the King sleeps; the earth was in terror and was still, because God slept in the flesh and raised up those who were sleeping from the ages. God has died in the flesh, and the underworld has trembled.

Truly he goes to seek out our first parent like a lost sheep; he wishes to visit those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. He goes to free the prisoner Adam and his fellow-prisoner Eve from their pains, he who is God, and Adam’s son.

The Lord goes in to them holding his victorious weapon, his cross. When Adam, the first created man, sees him, he strikes his breast in terror and calls out to all: ‘My Lord be with you all.’ And Christ in reply says to Adam: ‘And with your spirit.’ And grasping his hand he raises him up, saying: ‘Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light.

‘I am your God, who for your sake became your son, who for you and your descendants now speak and command with authority those in prison: Come forth, and those in darkness: Have light, and those who sleep: Rise.

‘I command you: Awake, sleeper, I have not made you to be held a prisoner in the underworld. Arise from the dead; I am the life of the dead. Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who were fashioned in my image. Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I in you, together we are one undivided person.

‘For you, I your God became your son; for you, I the Master took on your form; that of slave; for you, I who am above the heavens came on earth and under the earth; for you, man, I became as a man without help, free among the dead; for you, who left a garden, I was handed over to Jews from a garden and crucified in a garden.

‘Look at the spittle on my face, which I received because of you, in order to restore you to that first divine inbreathing at creation. See the blows on my cheeks, which I accepted in order to refashion your distorted form to my own image.

‘See the scourging of my back, which I accepted in order to disperse the load of your sins which was laid upon your back. See my hands nailed to the tree for a good purpose, for you, who stretched out your hand to the tree for an evil one.

`I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side, for you, who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side healed the pain of your side; my sleep will release you from your sleep in Hades; my sword has checked the sword which was turned against you.

‘But arise, let us go hence. The enemy brought you out of the land of paradise; I will reinstate you, no longer in paradise, but on the throne of heaven. I denied you the tree of life, which was a figure, but now I myself am united to you, I who am life. I posted the cherubim to guard you as they would slaves; now I make the cherubim worship you as they would God.

“The cherubim throne has been prepared, the bearers are ready and waiting, the bridal chamber is in order, the food is provided, the everlasting houses and rooms are in readiness; the treasures of good things have been opened; the kingdom of heaven has been prepared before the ages.”

A reading from an ancient homily for Holy Saturday – prepared by Pontifical University Saint Thomas Aquinas, Rome.   While it appears that this comes from a Holy Saturday homily written in Greek dating back to the fourth century liturgy (PG 43, 439, 462f), the author of this text is unknown.


For our Edification – what does Hell mean?

Christ is in His tomb. Rather, His Body is in the tomb but when His Soul left His Body, He descended into Hell to “free the captives.”    “Hell” here refers to the place of the dead in general (“Sheol” in the Hebrew, or “Hades” in the Greek), not to the place of torment with which the word “Hell” is most usually associated with today.    The world “Hell” in the loosest, earliest sense includes:1.     the Limbo of the Fathers, the place for those who were righteous by charity and faith in the coming Messiah and who died before His Coming

2.     the Limbo of Infants, where, possibly, those who are sent who die without personal guilt but without Baptism after the time of Christ, or who died without charity and faith in the coming Messiah before the time of Christ.    This would be a place of beautiful, natural happiness, no punishment and no sensible suffering.

3.     Purgatory, where righteous people go to be cleansed of the temporal effects of their sins

4.     Gehenna, the “Hell of the Lost,” the eternal place of punishment for the damned, the place we usually refer to as simply “Hell” today

nowandgen: My new blog post, Life Plus 3, is live! Well, plus 2 in this photo…I try and parent with as much thought and heart as I can dole out. But because I am a parent to more than one child, it often means that I have to spread my love among my three littles. Can anyone else use help in this department? Click my #linkinbio to read how I give each one of my kiddos some undivided attention. Drop a comment with what works for you 👇 I’m always looking for advice, too!!

Summary: A oneshot/imagine where Jim and the reader (a medical officer, Bones’ right hand) have a 6yo boy. They both have to deal with their kid and Starfleet at the same time and it’s kinda exhausting. - anon

Notes: This one is a lot longer than I though I’d be tbh. It was a wonderful topic so thank you anon! Enjoy guys <3

Word count: 2355

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~a one shot where Logan doesn’t rest and Patton just wants him to do self care~

warnings: none I think??

Logan pushed up his glasses, refocusing his gaze on the page’s small print. He was almost halfway through Les Miserables after having focused almost all of his time over the past two days on it. He was on the part where Marius was listening to the Jondrettes’ plans to con people through the thin walls of his flat, and he predicted that the dishonest family would somehow find him out soon. However, it was a little bit hard for him to focus uninterrupted on the words, since an unholy shouting was coming from the adjacent living room. The only vaguely melodic voice belonged to none other than Roman, who seemed to be rehearsing his own cover of Idina Menzel’s “Let It Go.” However, in typical Roman fashion, he never stopped to correct his off-key notes or consider what was happening around him. He did not once exit the living room to see if anyone was sleeping, or reading, or valued their quiet time. Logan rolled his eyes, focusing yet again on the same sentence he had tried to read three times previously. He only got to the word “Jondrette” in the middle of the sentence when a glaringly sharp “let it GO” tore him from the book once again. Placing the book face down on the couch between himself and Morality, who was sitting next to him and softly humming, he took a deep, exasperated breath.
“Scientifically speaking, Roman, when distracted by background noise, it is almost impossible for one to keep their undivided attention on only one task!” Logan sighed loudly, keeping his eyes pointed skyward and frowning. For a minute he received no response, but then Roman came out of the living room brushing his perfect hair backwards as though to fix a flaw that was not actually there.
“My dear friend Logan, whatever do you mean?” Roman grinned from ear to ear, cockiness written all over his contoured face.
“I mean, Roman, that your shouting is keeping me from fully processing this masterpiece.” Logan retorted, emphasizing the “shouting.” Roman immediately brought his hand to his heart, a melodramatically offended look crossing his face.
“Well, I never, Logan!” he gasped, his mouth still hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed. “I am blessing all of your ears with my powerful rendition of THIS masterpiece! I am absolutely killing it, SLAYING IT, just like I did the Dragon Witch! This is an outrage!”
“Yeah, that’s nice, Princey, but some of us are trying to sleep in this house,” came a surly voice from the stairs. There was Anxiety, sitting in his usual spot, in his usual sprawled position with the circles under his eyes darker than they’d ever been before. “I was finally not thinking about my impending death when your screaming made me want to make yours happen.”
Patton turned towards Anxiety, sternly pointing a finger at the edgelord.
“Now now, play nice!” He then turned to Roman, a gentle look softening his features. “Roman, Anxiety might be right this time. Not about your impending death, but about sleep! Not only is- was- Anxiety resting, but Thomas was up really late last night worrying about today’s audition-”
“With which I’m sure you were no help, Anxiety,” Logan jumped in, peering over the rim of his glasses at the edgelord.
“And he’s finally asleep right now. We need to let Thomas have a nap, okay?” Roman curled his lip in disdain, holding his face like that for a few seconds before letting out a dramatic puff of air.
“Fine! I’ll just have to try again later, when you’re all awake to hear what I have to offer.” With that, he flipped his hair and sauntered back into the living room.
“Well, I’m going back to sleep. Have a terrible night. Hate you all.” Anxiety grumbled before trudging back up the stairs. As Anxiety’s stomping grew farther away, Morality opened his mouth to speak.
“Logan, can I ask you something?” he questioned, his head cocked to one side.
“I believe you just did, Morality, but if you need to ask something else I see no reason why not.” Logan answered, wondering why Morality would ask a question like that. Morality took a deep breath in and then continued to speak.
“Okay. When I was awake at about three in the morning last night scrolling through Pinterest, I could see from my bedroom you sitting up on the couch and not looking like you were sleeping at all. Did you sleep at all last night?”
Logan furrowed his brow and tried to remember. He had not, in fact, slept at all the previous night, having been too invested in his book to stop for sleep.
“I did not; I simply have an appreciation for this book and failed to see a need to stop reading it at the time.” he offered, guessing from Morality’s slightly parted lips and raised eyebrows that he was concerned. “Why are you making that face?”
“Because the night before that you were up helping Thomas memorize his lines, and I don’t think you slept then either.”
Logan shrugged. “I knew that he needed help more than I needed sleep.”
Morality smiled his cheeky, gap-toothed smile that Logan always found himself wanting to see more of however much he felt it annoyed him.
“Logan honey, you are very sweet for helping him and I’m glad you love your book, but you need to sleep, okay?”
Logan put down his book- by then he had long since stopped trying to read past the same sentence- and looked Morality in the eye.
“Morality, I promise you I will try to sleep when it is nighttime. It is, however, only four in the afternoon.” Morality scooted a little closer to Logan and looked at him with large, dewy, pleading eyes. Obviously, the purpose of this expression was to appeal to Logan’s emotion so he would comply.
“Pleeeease, Logan? For me?” Logan picked up his book again and ventured beyond the long-lasting sentence- finding out that there was a small hole in the wall between Jondrette and Marius’s flats- before noticing out of the corner of his eye that Morality was still fixing him with the puppy dog eyes. Logan sighed, putting down his book and turning his body to face Morality.
“Since my two options here seem to be either you continuing to keep after me, or acquiesce to you and catch up on sleep, I choose to preserve some of my sanity and do the latter.”
Morality’s eyes immediately lit up like those of a child receiving a present. “Yayyyy!” Logan rolled his eyes and lay down on his back, bending his legs to the side so Morality still had room to sit. He slowly let his eyes shut, feeling his body relax already. However much he hated to admit it, maybe Morality had been right about his need for sleep. Just as he let his head loll to the side, he was interrupted from his state of relaxation by Morality’s soft whisper.
“Are you cold? Do you want my cardigan? How about a blanket? Or cuddle up to me! I’ll keep you warm! I’m comfy, I promise! I love cuddles! They’re so sweet, and so are you, and-”
“I will stay awake just to spite you should you continue,” Logan mumbled, enunciating every word. Whether Logan felt spiteful or not, though, his body was growing more exhausted by the second without any distractions to keep him from his sleepiness. He quickly gave into it, feeling himself become less aware of his surroundings. The last thing he felt was something warm and soft being draped over his whole body- a blanket. Knowing Morality had put it there, Logan let out a soft moan as a thank you before drifting off to sleep.
Morality smiled as Logan made the softest noise from under the thick fleece blanket. He really had been too tired, and Morality was glad to help him get to sleep. Although Morality really wanted to hug and cuddle him, he was glad just to have him close by. He always filled his heart with butterflies and made him almost speechless.
Looking at Logan again, Morality noticed that he still had his glasses on. He smiled to himself and reached to take them off so they wouldn’t get squished while Logan slept. Putting the glasses on the table in front of the couch where Logan could find them later, Morality reached back towards his face and brushed the stray hair off his forehead. He smiled as Logan moved slightly towards him in his sleep, curled into the fetal position and lying so that his knee touched Morality’s. All Morality could think of for the rest of the night was how smitten he was with Logan.

Two Of Us (6.99)
The Beatles

January 6th, 1969 (Twickenham Film Studios, London): Paul, more out of desperation than decisiveness, proposes they resolve everyone’s conflicting working methods by allowing each one of them have undivided creative direction over their own compositions (which the others would then have to follow). George agrees with this solution, but John (having always had a more instinctive approach, as opposed to building songs brick by deliberate brick) suggests they continue to improvise. Paul briefly muses about the metaphysical nature of this discord.

PAUL: [inaudible; drowned out by guitar] —of seeing yourself nearly go round a past you’ve been down too many times, you know I go down it, you know, like us going on about this. I really don’t want to go back to that. And it’s just silly. And I just can’t think of any solution out of here. The problem is that we should all arrange our own tunes, and if you want improvisation, then we should just say, you know, right, and—

GEORGE: That’s the best way.

PAUL: —and we improvise here. But look, it puts on much more work on each one of us, then, because then you’ve got to work out my bassline.

JOHN: I’d say improvise it, like.

PAUL: Yeah. [laughs bleakly] It’s like a bunch of theories, isn’t it? It’s like, it’s not just to do with playing music, this. It’s far further reaching, this sort of – this thing, you know.

GEORGE: It’s always the far reaching end of it. It stems from the mad thing they call— [audio cuts off]

Holy God, We Praise Thy Name

Holy God, we praise Thy Name;
Lord of all, we bow before Thee!
All on earth Thy scepter claim,
All in Heaven above adore Thee;
Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy reign.

Hark! the loud celestial hymn
Angel choirs above are raising,
Cherubim and seraphim,
In unceasing chorus praising;
Fill the heavens with sweet accord: Holy, holy, holy, Lord.

Lo! the apostolic train
Join the sacred Name to hallow;
Prophets swell the loud refrain,
And the white robed martyrs follow;
And from morn to set of sun, Through the Church the song goes on.

Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee;
While in essence only One,
Undivided God we claim Thee;
And adoring bend the knee, While we own the mystery.

Thou art King of glory,
Christ: Son of God, yet born of Mary;
For us sinners sacrificed,
And to death a tributary:
First to break the bars of death, Thou has opened Heaven to faith.

From Thy high celestial home,
Judge of all, again returning,
We believe that Thou shalt come
In the dreaded doomsday morning;
When Thy voice shall shake the earth, And the startled dead come forth.

Spare Thy people, Lord, we pray,
By a thousand snares surrounded:
Keep us without sin today,
Never let us be confounded.
Lo, I put my trust in Thee; Never, Lord, abandon me.

nowandgen  My new blog post, Life Plus 3, is live! Well, plus 2 in this photo…I try and parent with as much thought and heart as I can dole out.  But because I am a parent to more than one child, it often means that I have to spread my love among my three littles. Can anyone else use help in this department? Click my #linkinbio to read how I give each one of my kiddos some undivided attention. Drop a comment with what works for you 👇 I’m always looking for advice, too!!

anonymous asked:

yay open asks! Can I get Diavolo and Doppio with an s/o with recovering anxiety? my love for these two runs so deep, can be either seperate or poly, either works!

- Diavolo is all tough love about it. When he sees any signs of your panic attacks coming he’s aggressively grabbing and shoving you away from whatever scenario you guys may be in. Be it public or a meeting. Away you went to somewhere quiet and safe.
- Doppio would be the one that gives you the undivided care and attention. Asking you if you’re ok, calling up boss to ask what to do, buying you little gifts and trinkets to remind you he’s always there for you.
- Doppio would be the kind that when you see his bright smile or awkward laughter you know its going to be ok. And Diavolo is someone who when you see his towering figure, you’re assured that he will Make it ok.
- They take turns taking care of you too, often asking if you “ rather be with Boss” today or “ Want to hang out with Doppio” after all, they’re two different people and they know you sometimes need different things out of each of them.
- When they’re out for missions they always leave you little notes around the place or plan deliveries or events to help remind you to cheer up or comfort you in case.
- Like Doppio would leave you a nice planner of places you can go for lunch with the meal already payed in advance anonymously, or post-its placed around the residences with little motivational words telling you how much he loves you.
- Diavolo wouldn’t be so obvious about it, half relying on Doppio to do the work for him, yet also doing little things for you, like stocking up the fridge before leaving or scheduling bank transfers from random accounts to you with super small notes on it like “ For dinner.” or “ Buy yourself a movie”
- Of course, having a stand like King Crimson meant that when any situations they know might trigger a relapse for you, they use those few seconds to get you to a safe place before haphazardly explaining what happened. 
- Nights are never lonely or cold anymore, Doppio would always cuddly by you with a thick blanket and hot cocoa, and Diavolo would tightly hug you with his big, warm body telling you not to be scared. He could, would, and wants to protect you. So he will.