say my name in vain

Poorly times damning

Context: It’s a family campaign playing as a family unit, with my mom as a human cleric, my sister as a dampyr warlock, and myself as a aasimar ranger; (yeah, i know, it’s weird) with my step-brother as a dm. We were in the Death House in a Curse of Strahd campaign, and very, very frustrated. My sister finally said, “We just pat down all the walls.” And this happened.

DM: Okay, so you return the nursery room on the third floor, and in your frustration, [Warlock], you punch through the mirror, and reveal a set of stairs leading upwards.

Warlock: Fuck!

Cleric: Are you serious…

Ranger, OOC: Oh, son of a bitch. I’m going up these stairs, stomping, testing god’s will to see if these things break-

DM: They’re stone steps.

Ranger, OOC: Whatever.

DM: So, you come into a room with two cradles, a doll house, and two doors. There is also a painting of Rose and Thorn above the cradles.

Ranger, OOC: I inspect the cradles.

DM: They have the remains of Rose and Thorn.

Ranger: *starts shaking the cradles furiously* GOD DAMN IT! GOD DAMN IT!

Warlock: Hey, if you’re an aasimar, why are you saying god’s name in vain?

Ranger: I’m actually calling on my god to damn these children. 

Cleric: That’s really messed up!

DM: You hear a snapping sound, and suddenly Rose and Thorn appear in the room.

Ranger: Oh, shit…

[Laughter from around the table]

Wife of The Divine

Originally posted by readtheeyes


Summary: Being the wife of God himself has it’s fair share of marital issues, especially when it comes to the topic of children

Pairing: God!Chuck x Winchester!Reader, Sam, Dean.

Warnings: flashbacks, light angst. Literally over all fluff, slight comedy (its really lame, i’m not that funny.)

Word Count: 1,485

Chuck and Gabriel Appreciation Week (masterlist)


“ Come to mommy, you can do it!” Your voice rung sweetly, your hands out to the small child who stood on his own. His chubby legs wobbling and one foot lacking a sock unlike the other. He gurgled at you, big brown eyes flicking to yours and a gummy smile across his cheeks. He took a step forwards before falling to his bum. The dream begun to blur, noises of the real world become louder and harder to ignore. The baby in your dream began to cry and the light of the sun became harsh. You opened your eyes.


 The scent of breakfast lured you,

bacon and pancakes on the menu. Currently you and your celestial husband were staying with your brothers. Thankfully, they let you stay to get out of harm’s way.

 Your hand slowly inched to your stomach, brushing the sheets away from your sweaty skin. Chuck had been a little rough last night, soft purple fingerprints littered your skin. A reminder of the bittersweet love. Of the challenges you were currently facing that wasn’t his sister. Baby Making.  


 “ Not now, y/n, I’m exhausted and I need to get this book done.”

 “ God dammit, Chuck, you’ve been looking at a blank screen for the past hour. I’m sure if you cleared your head you could write in the morning. Come to be with me-” You hold out your hand slightly, head titled to the side.

 He let out a soft laugh, rolling his eyes at you. He knew it was a wrong move, but he knew what you wanted. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that.

 “ You know, you don’t need to say my name twice and use it in vain. I can hear.” He winced slightly at his own comment, cowering slightly.


Your feet gently padded against the tiled floor, making your way throughout the cool morning bunker. The scent of breakfast slowly becoming stronger.  You turn the corner, h/c curls brushing the apples of your cheeks. Sam and Dean sat at the island, mugs of coffee for both and forks piled with mini stacks of pancake. The topic of this morning’s breakfast: Lucifer and his tantrums.

 “He wants a big, wet apology.” Chuck sighed as he flipped, Dean and Sam looking at one another before Dean spoke up.

 “Then give him one.”

“I can’t say I’m sorry if I don’t mean it.”

For some reason that comment hit hard, as if it were lightly also directed to you. You sat down between your boys and waited for your plate. Chuck stood on the other side with a ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ mug in hand. You scoffed softly, causing all three men to look up at you.

 Cautiously you look up with red cheeks. Chuck stared at you and your brothers returned to their meal. He tensed, gripping his mug a little too tightly, “ What’s wrong, Y/N/N?”

“Nothing at all.”

“Don’t give me that crap, Y/N..”

You frowned, sinking into your chair. Sometimes you swear that if he wasn’t your husband and he wasn’t so desperately in love with you, that he would smite you on the spot. His testing look made you now your head and you sighed softly.

“World’s greatest dad? I want that to come true someday. You know children.” Sam shifted besides you, becoming slightly uncomfortable as Dean choked on his coffee. When it came to their little sister and her odd marriage with God, they were always awkward.

Then Dean spoke up,

 “No. You’re not having children. I let you date him. Marry him. But children? Hell no. I’m not having little brats running around here. Plus it’s dangerous, were hunters, Y/N…especially since you’re married to God! Isn’t that sinning?” He spoke, jaw locked. You shot a glare at your brother before your husband spoke once again.

“You have the angles, they are technically your children as well now. So you do have children! World’s Greatest Mom!” He laughed weakly, his soft grey eyes wrinkled with laugh lines.

“I want a baby Chuck, I..I want to be pregnant and I want to have your children. A baby, a small little bundle of joy.” You spoke, cheeks burning and lips quivering in disappointment and embarrassment. Turning away, you quickly and stood with tears glazing your eyes.

Your brothers were now looking the other way, shifting awkwardly and coughing here and there. Your husband stared at you with those big orbs of his and he shook his head.

“It’s not a good time, especially with my sister on the loose. Anyway, we have the angles to take care of.” he muttered in a distant tone and faced away to tend to breakfast.


Negative.

Negative.

Blank.

The bathroom had become your personal hell, coming in to only leave with crushed hopes. During the five years you had been married to Chuck you started asking about children two and a half years in. Every time you would bring the subject up, he seemed to have some excuse or would direct the topic to  something different.

During these last couple years of trying to land pregnant, it seemed to be getting harder and harder. Almost as if he were purposely laying down a blocking spell to ensure you lack of conceiving. Though you knew he wouldn’t do such a thing without your consent. You gathered the tests into your hands and slowly slid down the wall, head dropping in between your knees. The pressure in your chest begun to build, higher and higher as it soared into infinity, the sobs coming out choked and breathy.

It felt like the world was against you.

Against your wish for children.

For a family.

Those stupid, singular blue lines on the sticks each felt like a blow to the heart. Maybe, you weren’t ever meant to be a mother. It still didn’t stop the jealousy that raged through you every time a happy couple came along with their own sweet child. A knock came from the door, a soft and gentle one. Almost timid and unsure. You stood, flicking the lock and slowly creaking it open.

There stood the man you loved, still dressed in his pajama lounge pants, plain tee and sweater. His mug gone but his hair still as unruly and unkempt as ever. He grabbed the door slightly and opened it wider, but you pressed a soft hand to his chest and kept him in place.

“ Don’t.”

“ Y/N/N..please let’s talk.”

“ After years of begging and asking and dreaming, you finally want to talk?Here-” And with that, you shove the three wrapped up tests into his hand and looked up to him, his lips barely noticeable through his thick beard.

He slowly peeled them open, already knowing the what the results would be. The negative signs and the blank Were no surprise, although it still broke his heart to see you so distressed over this. His excuses were to keep you safe, to keep you from being tracked by heaven and hell alike. The angles would be fascinated, the rogue would want to kill it and hell? Hell would want to take the baby to use its power to overthrow heaven.

But there was one other reason to why he didn’t want any children.

He already had failed as a father.

And now as a husband.


You lay in the sheets, naked. Your nightgown still bunched around your hips and his hands brushing over your breasts. Sex was supposed to be about intimacy–yet, this time it felt wrong. It didn’t feel like love anymore, it felt like release. It only felt like a release from the stress and the heart ache.

Chuck buried his face into your neck and slowly pressed kisses down to the crook in his hazy half asleep slumber. Chuck nearly died at the hands of his sister. After all the ruthless fighting he had finally come to a compromise with her after the years of being neglected. She had her own plane to create her own world.

Saying goodbye, both you and Chuck went back ‘home’. A little house in the middle of nowhere and peace. The sex had been tearful and hesitant touches. The morning after now felt like a mess of emotions and…vomit.

You stood quickly, pushing Chuck’s arms away and bolted through the small house naked. You stopped and dropped in front of the bowl, gripping the sides and wrenching up last night’s dinner. You felt dizzy and confused, but with a curious mind you took out a test and went through the slow and painful ritual.

Positive.

And Chuck stood behind you, robe on and ‘world’s greatest dad’ mug in hand.The steam of coffee slowly billowed off the top as a warm, yet worried smiled crossed his lips.

Maybe this wasn’t that bad after all.

I Like It When You’re Angry(BVS)

Reader is walking home late, Lex drives by and gets mad at the reader for walking out late and the reader gets mad at him for being so protective and angry sex & Lex smut

Note: smut duh, and this will be shitty I’m sorry to disappoint :/ also I don’t think that gotham-metropolis have a ferry but they do now, swearing

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THE RULE: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

tagged by @finnglas!

Silas is rooted in place like a child staring into a closed furnace, feeling the heat against his brow and realizing for the first time how lucky he is to be on this side of the steel walls.

I don’t even know if I’m going to keep this line in the chapter (mostly because I doooon’t actually know how furnaces work and I’m burnt out (burnt out hehehe) from spending the last half hour researching it), but hey, it’s the last thing I wrote! Also I don’t think I can even remember 38 ppl’s urls to tag, so I’m just gonna tag whoever I can think of right now, and if u wanna do this just make a post and say I tagged you lmao– use my name in vain, I encourage it :))

@aliencadaver @music-in-the-bell-jar @blackthorn-and-iron @deathcarpets @trooper-penethalia  @periakman @scripturient-manipulator @brynwrites @chasingfictionx @kivalauthor 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any advice about controlling my thoughts and temptation and sin? I've been struggling with controlling my thoughts, specifically with saying the Lord's name in vain. It's just that I grew up hearing it thrown around so much and in songs and movies and now that I'm aware of it, I can't stop thinking of it. Like, I'll think it, tell myself NOT to think that way, and then end up thinking it MORE because I try not to. I'm not sure if I'm being tempted or sinning. Any advice? Thanks.

Hi, friend,

It sounds like over the years, you’ve built up a bad habit of misusing the Lord’s name. It’s going to take some time to break that habit, so don’t be too hard on yourself. When you find yourself taking the Lord’s name in vain in your thoughts, acknowledge it, apologize to God, and move on. I’d recommend saying a Glory Be every time you catch yourself, so that instead of misusing God’s name, you offer glory to him instead. 

This can apply to any kind of unwelcome or sinful thoughts. Thinking of how angry you are at someone? Pray a Hail Mary for them. Having lustful thoughts about someone? Pray an Our Father for them. Virtue is about building good habits, and there is no better habit than recourse to prayer when we are tempted to sin. 

Thanks for the ask, and God bless!

Did You Hear That?

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1076

Summary: The reader and Sam still try to grasp the truth. 

Part 6 in the Strange Series. Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.

I had to! ;) Enjoy!

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Hashtags

Say my name, say my name
If I become a hashtag
Don’t let my image go bad
Don’t let me die in vain

Say my name say my name
The news will try to smear me
Don’t let the vultures near me
And please don’t be afraid

Say my name say my name
When they let me bleed for hours
Please cover me with flowers
And don’t you shed a tear

Don’t let us be forgotten
The innocent we’ve lost and
Those who share our fear

Title: Explain To Me A Thing
Pairing(s): AoKise, AoKuro, AoKaga, AoMomo
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Angst (minimal)
Rating: PG
Summary: After eleven years, Aomine’s love life is put under the microscope after his long-time partnership ends. And who better than his ten year old daughter to ask all the wrong… and right questions?

Loosely based on the idea behind the movie Definitely, Maybe.

On AO3 || Multi-chapter || Chapter 1
|| CH2 ||

If someone had told him ten years ago that he’d be sitting in an empty stadium contemplating the meaning of life, he probably would have given them that signature smirk before some arrogant comment rolled off his tongue in an automatic response. 

He was Aomine Daiki, after all.  He didn’t need to contemplate anything. 

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So in 5 minutes I came up with my own 10 commandments. If I say so myself I think Christianity would be better off if god had used my version instead. I think they provide better moral guidance than remembering it’s Saturday or not saying my name in vain, just saying……