this is gaby's life

Facing our spiritual poverty

I am physically exhausted but spiritually AWAKE. My eyes are opened to the reality of the oppressed and the sorrows of abandonment. Yet in both of these circumstances that I witnessed in Cambodia, where darkness is natural and expected, hopelessness was not rampant. These people who had material and physical lack had more than most of us westerners do. We may have less poverty but they have less SPIRITUAL POVERTY. They recognised that even in these situations of being unwanted that they were sought after. They recognised that even in the midst of trials such as HIV and the reality of being an orphan that they were loved by the highest power in complete fullness. They recognised that building up spiritual apathy was unthinkable yet I, taking this all in, realised that I had the mantle of apathy over my shoulders. You see, we here in the first word have become comfortable behind our closed doors and hardened hearts. Yet the people I met over the last few weeks were all in to both challenge the injustice and spread the light of God. I have decided to swap my garment of apathy for one of empathy and action towards the impoverished and suffering as though I knew they were out there in the millions, it took me a two week trip to realise their reality. Yet their reality is one of HOPE which a lot of us in the western world take for granted and don’t fully understand. They were orphans yet they had a joy beyond measure. They were sick and hungry yet they held true to the bread of life. They were abandoned yet they were pursued. They were poor yet they were rich. I’m taking up the challenge to help lift the blanket of apathy off our first world shoulders and grasp the hope that is offered to us all. Will you join me? ✨ “And he lifted up his eyes on his disciples, and said, Blessed be the poor: for yours is the kingdom of God.” - Luke 6v20. 🙌🏻🌏
- 31women (Gabi)

I should be sleeping but....

So, was just going through the movie, making screencaps for a silly little Gallya thing, and I was thinking–we know Illya is a besotted IDIOT over Gaby, but when did he go from this:

(God I love that dead-eyed stare–I suppose that’s the kind of look you WOULD give a defector you’re forced to play fiancé to during a mission you hate)

to this:

I’d say it was probably this:

He said he likes his woman strong, and you might assume “oh, like when they were roughhousing tee hee” but no, I mean look at this. She comes between a seriously pissed Illya and a loaded gun. Just one of those things is dangerous enough, but both? Gaby is fearless and I can imagine Illya isn’t exactly used to civilians (or people in general) throwing themselves in the path of either. That’d definitely be enough to impress me. Not to mention the fact that she calms him down, which makes this the only time in the movie where one of Illya’s explosive episodes doesn’t end in violence. Also, slightly unrelated, I’d like to point out that she very likely saved his life here (I repeat, Gaby Teller probably saved Illya Kuryakin’s life HELLO can the girl get some more credit please???) since Goon No. 2 had a gun aimed at Illya’s chest and he was mindlessly charging him, unarmed, and would have been shot if Gaby hadn’t thrown herself at him and in the line of fire.

Gaby Teller is a VERY strong woman.

And of course, if he wasn’t sure of his feelings about her yet (although I get the sense that Illya Kuryakin is never unsure about his feelings), this certainly helped decide things:

Guys! Guys! While capping this I notice that he stops. breathing. 

Yep, boy’s a goner.

Chapter 97 Thoughts

Isayama sure did manage to pack a lot of good stuff into 45 pages. It’s a welcoming balance of insightful character exploration and intriguing new plot points that set the stage for what’s sure to be a fateful event. Chapter 100 is in the near future. Big important number. I’m betting on it being a memorable one at the rate things are going.

Also, I never realized I needed Kenny Ackerman and Annie interacting until now. That was such a treat to see.

Meanwhile, Falco continues to establish himself as an incredibly loveable character. This makes me fear for his future.

He, Eren, and Reiner form a fascinating bundle of character parallels. They all fear or have feared failing as warriors/soldiers, believing they may die without accomplishing anything. Two out of three of those people have had their beliefs harshly challenged to a point that they were shaken to the core, and the resulting fallout is no pleasant experience to witness.

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Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong. You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.
—  Gaby Dunn
Full Circle

Prompt: “Nipples is not a name!”

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, literally just fluff

Word Count: 1375

A/N: This is my entry for Cam’s (@babypieandwhiskey) 200 follower writing challenge. It’s a little late, but thanks for being so sweet and working with me. (: This is also the first thing I’ve written in a while so please bear with me, my creative side has been getting placed on the back burner thanks to engineering stuff. It’s unbeta’d so any mistakes are mine. But yeah, hopefully this isn’t terrible lol. 


“Dean!”

“What? That’s totally an option.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you glared at the older Winchester boy. He had been your next door neighbor since you were toddlers, but as years passed and melded into the grandeur of being a teen, one thing had never changed – Dean was still a pain in your ass.

Shaking your head softly, you watched him shrug his shoulders. “I mean the thing has twenty of ‘em already,” Dean nudged the playground sand with the front of his boot, a puff of dust covering the weathered material, “Don’t see the big deal in giving it an accurate name.”

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