you need the gods old and new in your life

anonymous asked:

Do you do reincarnation prompts?

1) I wish I wasn’t drawn back to you in every life - it means I’m always losing you and I am tired of accidentally slipping “goodbye” and “please don’t leave me” and “can’t you see I love you” into the cracks in my voice when we say hello.

2) “Is it you?” They scooped the cat up. Peered at it suspiciously, holding it up to their face. It was a worn torn thing still, but affectionate as anything after a few weeks in their home. “You know I’m not a cat person, are you fucking with me? You couldn’t have been a puppy?”
“Are you seriously talking to my cat? Which you stole?”
Their head shot up - not sure if they were more shocked by the achingly familiar voice or the completely unfounded accusations of feline theft. They hadn’t even told the damn thing to keep coming in the house!

3) There were pills that were supposed to stop the flashbacks, the old memories, but some people chose to remember. I spent my whole life trying to forget the terrible thing I did. You spent your whole life trying to remember why you would wake up screaming. 

4) She peeled down another poster off the wall, stuffing it into her pocket. 
The Carnation Project was supposed to bring new life, second chances, hope. 

5) “Look, man, you need to get over it. Seriously. That was a whole two lifetimes ago.”

hot new canon spin off idea

on earth c after the jump forward in time the kids dont really have a lot of old gods type responsibility over general godly things like the life and death of everyone, the pattern of the weather, how well crops do in a season? that type of stuff, because the planet does a pretty damn good job of doing that all on its own. thats how science works, ya feel me?

so what do you do in this brand new world with all sorts of power at your fingertips and not a big need for godly intervention on a worldly scale? you get superheroes is whatcha get

a lot of god tier and backstory stuff already fits well into common superhero tropes:

-premade costumes that seem to just come along w the powers

-individual powers (to add interest) with some common overlap (flight, general durability, general capability in fights?)

-conditional immortality! characters die in comics all the time but they basically always come back to life either through actual revival or rebooting the universe

-weird circumstances of birth/predestination towards eventual greatness

-currently leading major operations in their everyday lives (rulers of the kingdoms???? that ones iffy, but jane and jake are ceos of crockercorp and skaianet)

-all sorts of alt universes to look into if the dreambubbles every become, relevant again

[this is also similar to how golden age comic characters (those with super powers like superman anyway) are usually coming from a religious basis, taking from recognizable backgrounds like Samson, Moses, Jesus. These are all very Abrahamic examples but my comics background is very western sorry]

This all leads back into canon with how we see a certain Ms. Crocker spending her days.

Every superhero story needs its super villians, and we’ve got the perfect set up for a monster of the week type superhero series:

now if only jane werent stuck in permahell in the oven and the snapdates werent abanoded forEV-

First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage...

Pairings: Dean x Reader (Series Rewrite Setting)
Word Count: 8,896. 
Summery: The boys have been gone for over a month now. But after being reunited once again with the man you love, there’s a surprise waiting for him. 
Warnings: Spoilers for season eleven and twelve! “First Blood” to be exact. (If you squint just enough, this just might be considered a rewrite.) Mary might be a bit OOC. Also, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriages.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

I know what you’re thinking; Shouldn’t this be the second part to “Sam, Interrupted” and not some drabble that turned into a monster, Danielle?! Sigh. I’m so far behind on writing/this season in general. But this came out after I have been wondering what might happen in season twelve with the reader in my rewrite series. (As some of my amazing followers sent in some ideas of their own.) You don’t need to have read it to enjoy, but since a lot of people seem to like the dynamics between the both of them, I decided to give you guys a treat! Also, “Swamp Meat” rewrite for my lovely Sam girls is in the works, too. ;) For those who want to embark on a fourteen page journey that took me two days to write, enjoy! 

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Liberty - 10 Shots

Directed by Chris Fisher, written by Denise The and Greg Plageman

“The truth? The truth is a vast thing. I see that now. Just how much truth there is. Where would we even begin? The truth is, you are not very smart. In fact, you’re only the 43rd smartest person in this building.” / “43rd? Okay, did your… your voice tell you that? That’s based on what?” / “Every standardized test you ever took, averaged together, not including your medical boards, which you cheated on. The truth is, you smoke an average of nine cigarettes a week in the parking lot when you think no one’s looking. The truth is that you visit a massage parlor once or twice a month, that you pay for it with crisp $100 bills that you get out of the cash machine at the 7-Eleven across the street. The truth is that you fantasize on online forums about having sex with some of your patients. Though not me… yet. I guess I’m not your type. The truth is, God is 11 years old, that She was born on New Year’s Day, 2002, in Manhattan. The truth is that She’s chosen me, and I don’t know why yet. That for the first time in my life, I’m a little scared about what’s gonna happen. The truth is, I’m stuck here for now, and the only dialogue you need to be worried about is between me and Her, which is why you might want to give me my phone back. Because I’m having an argument. Would you like to know the truth, doctor? About what we’re arguing over? Whether or not I’m gonna kill you.” - Root/Dr. Carmichael

necromancy for ANY occasion!

“What IS necromancy?”

Well, spooky babies, sometimes it’s being so stressed and strung out and ??? by everything that you leave literally everything on your death god’s altar while vaguely saying, “help help help” in the least dignified way possible.

it may help to think this through, or not.

luck spell? sure, why not. like, good luck means that bad luck is over, right? something dies in this equation. there you go! bam, up on the death god altar.

LOVE spell? “help please I would like the dry season to DIE yes thank you.”


confidence spell? “help help help DEATH to my insecurities, bless, thank you.”

glamour spell??? you could probably make some kind of embalming metaphor here, but like, I probably wouldn’t.

healing boost (while also getting proper medical care)? this one is EASY! death entities are often healers. and by “often” I mean “Baron Samedi but idk probably others it’s late at night i’m doing my best.”

motivation/sticking to a new workout regime? since we’ve established that healing is a necromancy go to, think about healing some more! fast recovery times! greater bodily health! you’ve only got one body so you need to care of it while you can.

wealth? hey, easy peasy! gold comes from the GROUND, where bodies are buried and whatever, so death gods are often $$$ blingin’ in their mythologies. “oh lord of dirt! help me out here with this month’s rent! please and thank!”

basically ANY spell–to get a new thing in your life, usually an old one has to go, and that’s at least a metaphorical death. frequently, to summon a thing is to banish another thing. summon friendship, banish loneliness. summon wealth, banish scarcity. think of the easing of transitions, think of anything liminal and how it echoes the journey of life to death. or think of the preservation of the human body and how things relate to your physical health–”hey, with more money, I’ll buy better food, and that will make me healthier, so this is totally under your umbrella, death god of choice, thanks for helping me in this ritual.”

and of course, you don’t NEED a deity to witchcraft with, so feel free to generalize these ideas however. brb putting fresh chocolate on my altar skulls.


                       OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW

This is a spell to get rid of all the old that no longer serves you thus creating space for the new to come. This spell should be done in two parts, beginning with a new moon and ending it on a full moon.

All you’re going to need is an old bone (be it from an animal, or your tooth or anything really) and a feather, or more if you’d like.

You’re going to charge these objects before you start the spell on a new moon.

On the night of a new moon, cast a circle around you, invoke any gods or spirits or whatever you work with to come and join you. Place the bone in front of you and meditate on all the negative aspects you want gone in your life. Place all of these events, people, emotions or situations into the bone. Talk to it if you’d like, cry to it, scream at it, clench it with your fists whatever floats your boat. (TRIGGER WARNING: blood) Prick your finger and drip a drop of blood on the bone. If you do not want to do this it’s alright don’t do it. Bury this bone, or throw it in a river.

Next, on the night of a full moon place the feather/s in front of you and meditate on all the new things you want in your life, whether it be love, money, a new job, friends, health or any wish you have in mind. Concentrate real hard on what it would feel like to you if you had all you wanted. Grasp that feeling and those images and envision them going into the feather. Prick your finger and drip a drop of blood on the feather, and again its totally cool if you don’t want to. Take a cup of red wine (or a red juice if you’re not into alcohol) and go out somewhere you feel at peace. Sit under the moon for a while, soaking in her frequency and when it feels right release the feathers into the air, and really open up yourself to receiving all you want in life. Imagine what it would feel like to have achieved all that you want again under the full moon, tell her your wishes and open up your heart to her. Once you’re done, take a gulp or two from the wine/juice and pour the rest into the ground. Thank the moon and walk away. 

Story time (Robb Stark x Reader

Imagine… Telling Bran stories every night before bed, and one night Robb listens in on your story telling

Warnings: None

Word count: 796

A/n: Personally I feel it’s difficult to write something for Robb, I just don’t know how to express his character through writing, this is probably because I just started watching the show so if I get anything wrong, please be understanding.

Your name: submit What is this?

“What do you want to hear about tonight, Brann,” Y/N said to the young Stark, as he lay in his bed. “Mother and father talk about how you’ve been to the wall, tell me about it,” he said snuggling down into the soft fur blankets (Storied taking place before he becomes a cripple.) “Indeed, I have,” the young woman smiled, she had grown fond of telling stories to the two youngest stark boys. Unknown to her this time she had another listener, ready to hear of the young woman’s travels.

“Let’s see, once- not so long ago, my father, lord of house (y/l/n) had taken me and my younger siblings to see the wall,” the woman started, Bran listened awaiting the moment she continued. Robb the other listener, stood at the doorframe going unnoticed by the two, enamored with the woman’s voice. “He claimed we deserved a proper education, and to get it we needed to see everything we heard about in person, and so he showed us,” Y/N said smiling to herself. “It was cold, my younger brother, he lost a finger to wind.” Bran’s eyes were full of wonder, the young lady of house (Y/L/N) chuckled at his excitement.

“My mother- she swore, he’d never leave her sight again, but alas he’s going off with your brother Jon to join the very men he’d met some time ago,” Y/N looked out the window, adoring the stars that rest above them. Robb leaned into the doorway slightly to gain sight of the two, he was careful not to get caught. “Are you worried about him,” Brans voice broke the silence between the two. From his limited vision Robb could see the woman shake her head. “No, he’ll be with your brother Jon, I trust Jon won’t leave him behind,” the woman smiled. “You Starks are known for your loyalty and honor, even if Jon Snow is half of a Stark he’s still a Stark, and I trust that he’ll honor your family by supporting mine in its time of need,” the woman said, at that Robb smiled.

You were one of few people who hadn’t omitted his brother from anything, the first time you had been to Winterfell you dragged Jon into the dining hall with you and claimed that if he weren’t to eat with everyone else you’d sleep with the hounds in the kennel. Robb found himself thinking of you quite often, he admired you for many things, such as your sword fighting abilities, your intelligence and ability to catch on quickly, and last but not least your beauty. He swore on his life that the Gods old and new had given the world the pleasure of having someone of your beauty inhabit it, no one would ever be and could never be as beautiful as you.

By the time Robb had stopped staring he’d realized you’d finished your story telling and had sent Bran into a world of sleep. As you stood and walked to the door, you discovered his presence, a small smile graced itself onto your lips. “Good evening, Robb, have you been standing there the entire time?” you said quietly closing the door. “Y/N, Good evening, I didn’t realize you’d been sending my brother to sleep recently?” Robb feigned a cough, as you started walking to your sleeping chambers. “Is that a problem? Would you liked me to stop?” you asked, turning to look at him. “N-No, its fine, whatever gets him to sleep on time,” Robb smiled.

The two walked on without a care, they found themselves in the Godswood at some point, staring into the small pond. “Can I tell you a story, Lady Y/N” Robb said looking at your reflection. “Go ahead, I’m sure it’ll be wondrous,” the woman said absentmindedly. “Once, there was this Lord, he’d met this beautiful woman, this woman was not only beautiful physically, her entire existence was beautiful” Robb started, smiling to himself.

“What did she look like,” Y/N looked over to the young Stark curiously. “She looked similar to you, long/short (H/C), (E/C) eyes, every time she smiled the sun would burn brighter as a means to warm the earth with her presence,” a playful smirk made its way to Robbs face. “The young lord was so deeply in love with the woman, he brought her to a place that looked vaguely like our Godswood here,” he continued, Y/N had caught on slightly, but still listened carefully. ‘He brought her there to tell her how much he loved her,” at that moment the young stark looked to her smile glistening in the moonlight.

“You want to know a funny thing?” Robb asked, the girl nodded

“They young woman’s name was (Y/F/N) and the Lords name was Robb Stark of Winterfell.”


anonymous asked:

How do sworn shields work? Would Catelyn, for example, have normally had a sworn shield if she was in the South? Are sworn shields only for royalty? Would Margaery Tyrell have one, would Arianne Martell, I don't know, would Genna Lannister have one? Is there a line for how exalted you have to be to get one?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

A sworn shield is a warrior (probably largely knightly, though there may be some northern sworn shields who have not been knighted) assigned as a special bodyguard to an individual of noble birth (a little more on this below). That warrior pledges an oath vowing lasting protection to the individual, who then (either himself/herself or, in the case of children, probably the parents/guardian) returns an oath swearing the just terms of service, as Brienne did to Catelyn:

The tall girl knelt awkwardly, unsheathed Renly’s longsword, and laid it at her feet. “Then I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or … whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

“And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.”

A sworn shield can be named to a person of any age, gender, or (theoretically) noble rank, but we’ve only seen sworn shields among the royalty and what we might call the “high nobility” (that is, paramount lords). A sworn shield, after all, is a sort of one-man Kingsguard, by the side of his (or her) charge, ready at any moment to defend and, if need be, die for him or her. The larger a household of knights a family has, the more likely it may be that one could be given that task, going wherever the charge goes and remaining with the charge if the household went to war. 

People that have had sworn shields include King Gwayne V Gardener:

Amongst those so honored was an Andal knight named Ser Alester Tyrell, whose prowess at arms was such that he was made the king’s champion and sworn shield under Gwayne V. Ser Alester’s descendants in time became the hereditary stewards of Highgarden under the Gardeners.

Aegon I Targaryen:

Even before the Conquest, [Orys Baratheon] served as Aegon’s champion and sworn shield, and his defeat of King Argilac only added further luster to his name.

Princess Rhaenyra (who had three over her lifetime):

Black-haired, green-eyed, and comely, he proved a delight to the ladies of the court—and to Princess Rhaenyra most of all. She took a childish fancy to him, naming him “my white knight” and begging her father to make him her sworn shield, which he did.

Ser Erryk Cargyll remained at Dragonstone as Rhaenyra’s sworn shield, taking the place of Ser Harwin Strong, who returned to Harrenhal.


“It’s not the same,” Sansa said. “The Hound is Joffrey’s sworn shield. Your butcher’s boy attacked the prince.”

It might be noted that Sandor was originally Cersei’s sworn shield:

Sansa hesitated. “If you like,” she said uncertainly. “I suppose I could tie Lady up.” She did not quite understand, though. “I didn’t know you had a dog …”

Joffrey laughed. “He’s my mother’s dog, in truth. She has set him to guard me, and so he does.”


“An honored guest,” Tyrion insisted, “and I suspect Martell will treat Myrcella more kindly than Joffrey has treated Sansa Stark. I had in mind to send Ser Arys Oakheart with her. With a knight of the Kingsguard as her sworn shield, no one is like to forget who or what she is.”


“I must confess, I am running short of patience with dear Osney. It is past time he broke in that little filly. I named him Tommen’s sworn shield so he could spend part of every day in Margaery’s company. He should have plucked the rose by now. Is the little queen blind to his charms?”

Trystane Martell:

Myrcella had her maids and Septa Eglantine as well, and Prince Trystane was attended by his sworn shield, Ser Gascoyne of the Greenblood. No one will trouble her, he told himself, and in a fortnight we shall be safely away.

And Arianne Martell:

A small party travels more swiftly than a large one, but the heir to Dorne does not ride alone. From Godsgrace came Ser Daemon Sand, the bastard; once Prince Oberyn’s squire, now Arianne’s sworn shield.

It seems to also be the case that an individual can have multiple sworn shields. Take this passage from “The Princess and the Queen”:

Lords Piper and Deddings, seated together atop a low rise, burned with their squires, servants, and sworn shields when the Bronze Fury chanced to take note of them. An instant later, Seasmoke fell upon him.

Or this one from A Dance with Dragons:

Queen Selyse’s protectors stood along the walls, shining knights all in a row: Ser Malegorn, Ser Benethon, Ser Narbert, Ser Patrek, Ser Dorden, Ser Brus. With so many bloodthirsty wildlings infesting Castle Black, Selyse kept her sworn shields about her night and day.

Quentyn also refers to Gerris Drinkwater and Archibald Yronwood as “his sworn shields” to Daenerys. 

As for when someone gets a sworn shield … well, perhaps this is an obvious point, but it seems from the above examples that most sworn shields are named when their charges need special protection. Catelyn ruefully tells Brienne that she, Brienne, must keep her safe since her ordinary protectors - the men of her House and her lord husband - cannot. Myrcella’s sworn shield was named when she was going to formerly hostile Dorne, Arianne’s when she was going to the war-torn Stormlands. Of course, Trystane has a sworn shield safe at home in Sunspear, though we don’t know when Ser Gascoyne was named. Depending on the person (and the indulgence of the parent/guardian figure), a sworn shield can be named for purely personal reasons: we see this with Rhaenyra, who wanted Criston Cole, and Tommen’s sworn shield Osney Kettleblack, whom Cersei wanted to use to compromise Margaery (and perhaps Joffrey, if he demanded Sandor as his guard).

As for someone like Margaery or Genna … maybe they would have at home. Margaery isn’t noted to have a sworn shield at court (doubtless because Loras is there - what better shield than her celebrated knightly brother and Kingsguard?). The Lannisters are certainly wealthy enough a household for Genna to have a dedicated sworn shield, though again, there’s no mention of it.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

Chapter 20: OathKeeper

Originally posted by vaniwin

Your life with the Starks is great, it’s more than you ever imagined. You and Jon Snow have a beloved little secret, but will that change all very soon? What will happen to Jon and especially you as new series of events start to stir causing a plethora of mishaps and sinister evil beings try to plot against the Starks, what will you do to play your part in the Game of Thrones?

Chapter 18  Chapter 19  Chapter 21 

Warnings: Shit is fucked. 

We kept running, I’m not sure how we survived it though… But we need to keep running. I started to hear Ramsay’s hounds behind us as I still tried to pull Sansa with me. We need to get far away from Winterfell as possible. We been running for days and nights and I honestly was close to giving up. We ran though the woods panting and trying to catch our breath, but every time I turn around Sansa is looking back and trying to keep up. She stops as I alert Theon. He rushes over to her and grabs her. “We can’t stop.” He says as I rush over to help her off her feet and to keep moving.

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anonymous asked:

Hi i deeply need your help i feel bad for this one thing i kept on doing even though i know it isnt right i just feel awful pls help me change my ways and pray for me

Beloved, it’s not me whom you needed help from. I cannot fix you and help you change your ways but I can only pray for you, that’s the only thing I could offer. Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. He can transform us and make us new creations. He died on the cross so we can be forgiven of our sins for we have all sinned and fall short of the glory of God. Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! (2 Cor 5:17)  It’s amazing how He can transform us all just as how He had transformed Paul who used to be a persecutor of the followers of Christ but had later on become Christ’s disciple. 

If you are ready to embrace God in your life and let God help you change your ways, believe and acknowledge Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior. Repent from all of your sins and turn away from it. Accept the Lord’s forgiveness through Jesus Christ when He died at the Cross and rose again. God will you give you the grace to overcome anything because we are more than conquerors through Christ Who gives us strength. The world as we see it may be filled with sin, but where sin increased, grace abounds all the more. Always remember that God loves you so much!

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39)

 I’m praying for you beloved!


Brienne: I will shield your back, and keep your counsel, and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.

Sansa: And I vow that you should always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table, and I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new.


Loved this scene, can’t wait to see the next episode!! 

Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.

Sansa Stark:And I vow that you shall always have a place by my heart and…meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.

anonymous asked:

is it true that taekai stopped being friends? :(

Yes. At the beginning of KBS Gayo you could see Kai being incredibly angry to Taemin for not picking him for the collab stage.

Now talking serious: everyone, please, - and don’t want to offend anyone - stop acting like you were gods able to guess what’s going on in idols’ private lifes only judging what they do in their professional lifes. Taemin doesn’t belong to Kai, and Kai doesn’t belong to Taemin, they’re old enough to know that they don’t need to expose their friendship to the media every time because everybody knows they’ve lived so much together. Jimin is a new friend to all of them and that means they’re learning new things from him as Jimin also does learn things from his new friends, and I totally understand both wanted to do that stage, because there’s nothing more amazing than working with your friends, and if he has the chance to do it with Kai, with Jimin, with Moonkyu or with any of his other friends, I feel so happy for him, because Taemin really appreciates his friendships, so I can feel that his choice to perform with Jimin wasn’t a way to confirm that he’s not friends with Kai anymore, but to confirm his lovely group of friends is getting bigger, and still they have an incredible love for each other. So, please, don’t ruin something so beautiful and loyal as their friendship.

He Picked The Devil (Part 5)

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         “Well, I know what’s wrong with him, but fixing him is going to be harder than it sounds.” Castiel said looking at Dean after pulling his hand out of Sam’s chest. “What’s wrong with him?” Dean asked his arms still crossed as he glanced at Sam tied to the chair. “He has no soul. Which means he hasn’t slept since he got back from hell; his soul is still stuck in Lucifer’s cage” Castiel said untying Sam from the chair. “You guys I feel fine” he stood placing his hands on his hips. “Yeah, sure you do.” Dean muttered walking out and down the hallway.

               You sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and staring at the blank page in front of you. You weren’t sure what you wanted to write, but if you could get your thoughts in order then maybe you could put something on paper. “What are you doing up?” Dean asked coming into the kitchen. Your head shot up and you jumped.  “Jesus, you scared me Dean” you said straightened up and decided to make some food. “Are you hungry?” you asked avoiding his question. “No, What are you doing up? It’s the middle of the night Y/N….” He asked again, this time he pressed harder for the answer. “I uh…I heard Sam’s screams and it woke me up…I haven’t been back to sleep since…is everything alright with him?” You asked turning to look at him from the counter. Dean shrugged “Nothin we can’t take care of sweetheart”

               But you knew what that meant; you’d heard it before, in other words “don’t worry yourself with it. I don’t want you knowing just yet” that ole famous Dean Winchester hidden line. You hated it. You sighed nodding and began making a sandwich, Castiel and Sam came into the kitchen a few minutes later. “Hey Y/N…wanna make me one?” Sam asked sitting at the table. Castiel looked at Sam then you and then Sam once more. “Uh Sure, honey do you want one?” You asked looking at Dean. He stared at Sam for a minute before looking at you “Yeah, want some help?” he asked as you shook your head. “No, I got it. Thank you” you smiled sweetly at him as he grabbed a beer and headed for the table. Castiel pulled him out of the kitchen and to the library slamming the heavy doors.

               You finished Sam’s sandwich and handed it to him, he grabbed your hand staring up at you. “uh…I wanted to say Sorry…for what I said a few weeks ago…I don’t know what I said it, I was angry and I shouldn’t have…I don’t feel sorry for saying it…because well you know, not having a soul and all but I still should apologize for it.” He finished, slowly releasing your hand. “You don’t have a soul?” you asked quietly, the shock paralyzing you.

               Sam shook his head staring at the sandwich in front of him “no, apparently it’s still stuck in the cage with Lucifer, and Castiel said it’s gonna be hard to get back” Sam didn’t really understand what he felt when you were near, but it was…like warmth growing inside him. He liked it; he didn’t want to let it go. But the second you’d go back to Dean’s arms, calling him honey, kissing him. He felt himself go cold, he wanted his girl back. You belonged to him, not Dean; and He made sure you would be in his once again.

               The library doors slammed out and an angry Dean stormed out. “Like hell Cas, I won’t allow it to happen. EVER.  Do you hear me?” Dean stormed backed into the kitchen and pulled you behind him. You looked at him funny “What’s going on Dean is everything okay?” Dean suddenly looked at Sam. “You stay away from her too. You don’t deserve her; you threw her to the curb like trash.” “He was under the influence of Demon Blood Dean; you can’t hold that against him.” Castiel said sternly. “What?” you gasped looking at Dean. “Wait a minute; you knew what was wrong with him? And now he has no soul. When were you going to tell me this stuff Dean?! I have a right to know this stuff!” “Why because you’re still in love with him even though he didn’t want you?!” Deans yell made everything stop.

               You knew in your heart and soul you didn’t love Sam anymore, but clearly Dean couldn’t see how much he meant to you, or how much you loved him. Your hand connecting to his cheek, allowing the loud snap of skin to skin contact rang through the kitchen. “Fuck you Dean Winchester” your tears fell quickly as you ran to your room and packed a couple of bags. Fights between you and Dean had gotten worse since Sam came back and this one took the cake. You were done, you couldn’t be reminded every second of the day that the man you were madly in love with, thought you loved someone else.

               You stormed out of the front door and threw the bags in the back of the old truck, you heard the bunker door shut and boots on the gravel as you started the engine. “Y/N, wait. I’m sorry!” Dean’s voice rang out of the engine, you ignored him though, pulling out of the driveway and down the highway, going only god knows where, but you needed space, you needed to start your life over, without any Winchesters.

               You sighed letting the long highway and turned down rock music fill your mind. Where you’d begin your new life, you didn’t know. But all you knew was that the Winchesters were trouble and it probably wouldn’t be the last time you saw them.

(Catch up on HPTD Here!) 


“I will shield your back, and keep your counsel, and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.” 

“I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New. Arise.”

Brienne - Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield you back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old Gods and the New

Sansa - And I vow that you shall always have a place by my house. have meat and mead at my table and I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old Gods and the New. .Arise

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All Kneelers are Idiots, But Not All Idiots are Kneelers - Chapter 2 - jenga - Game of Thrones (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapter two!

The night Arya Stark returned to Winterfell, Brienne seized the first opportunity she had to kneel before the younger Stark girl and offer up her sword.

“Lady Arya,” she began, bowing her head. “I will shield your back and keep your – “

“What,” Arya said, looking around the room at the other occupants. “What is she doing?”

“Gods, Arya,” Sansa sighed. “Don’t be so rude.”

Brienne cleared her throat and continued. “I will shield your back and keep your counsel. I will give my life for yours if need be.”

“Well, that’s not necessary,” Arya interrupted again. “I’m fairly certain I’m immortal.”

“You’re not,” Bran piped up from near the window.

“I might be!”

Brienne tried again. “I will give my life for yours – ”

“Besides,” Tormund piped up cheerfully. “Jon’s probably immortal too and he’s got himself plenty of sworn swords.”

“I’m not immortal,” Jon said wearily, as if this was an argument they’d had many times.

“You might be!”

Sansa glared at Tormund. “Let’s not go testing that theory, if we can.”

“Maybe it runs in the family?” Arya suggested. “That’s how Jon and I both came back from the dead.”

“You didn’t come back from the dead, you just didn’t die,” Bran pointed out. Arya rolled her eyes.

“And judging by the state of your family, I don’t think immortality runs in your blood,” Tormund said. The entire room turned as one to glare at him. “What?”

After an awkward moment, Arya flapped her hand at Brienne. “Go on, sorry, finish the vows bit.”

Brienne took a deep breath and spoke rapidly. “Lady Arya, I offer you my sword. I will shield your back and keep your counsel, I will give my life for yours if need be, I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

Arya looked lost for a moment. “Thank you?”

Sansa groaned and dropped her head into her hands. Brienne looked up at the younger Stark girl, who shrugged and reached out to awkwardly pat her on the shoulder.

“Well,” Jon said with a small grin. “That went about as well as one might’ve expected.”

When God Says Something I Totally Dislike

genericrandomusername asked a question:

I know that homosexuality is a sin. But one thing I’ve learned is that everything labeled “sin” is something God is protecting us from. Like any good father, his rules are there for a good reason. I understand why casual sex, lying, and gluttony are dangerous, but what are the dangers of homosexuality? What is God protecting us from? The reasons I’ve gotten from Christians have were either stupid or totally convoluted. I need to know why I oppose something. Something beyond a weak apologetic.


Hey my dear friend, please allow me the grace to offer just a few challenges to consider from very opposite angles.

- I’ve written about homosexuality before and I no longer talk about it much because everyone starts yelling at each other as loud as dang possible, and the people actually inside the issues get lost in the mix.  Whenever issues get trumped over people, I’m out, because I love people more. 

I’ve realized long ago that no one’s actually interested in having a real conversation over this one, and I haven’t had a single rational discussion about it, not once.  It doesn’t matter how polite I am, someone is going to rage-cuss and I’m just too jaded for it now.  

I’m not pro or anti anything, I’m just pro-people.  I tend to anger both “sides” with that answer because it’s apparently too soft (sort of like “Give to God’s what is God’s and to Caesar what is Caesar’s.”). But if that makes me a cop-out, I think it’s actually more of a cop-out to reduce a person to his or her sexuality; it’s too simplistic to reduce the abortion issue to a nine-month window of time; I think it’s reductionistic to get angry at the President or to legislate morality on Capitol Hill or to dichotomize people into binary oppositions.

Let’s see it this way. If I’m caught in a current about to head off a waterfall and you throw me a lifesaver, it would be weird if I said, “What color and texture and material is this thing?"  In other words, I need to get saved before I work out the details.  I know the analogy breaks down somewhere (they all do), but the doctrine of faith is prioritized over the doctrine of sexuality.  Both are important, but there’s an order.  If we’re not getting to Jesus first, then who cares what I think about sex?  I can’t put the caboose before the engine.

So I’m done with that.  I’m a simple guy.  My job isn’t to persuade anyone of anything.  I love people like Jesus does, with grace and truth: end of story.

I’m going to leave behind that topic to back up over the larger picture.


- The thing is, if I tried to convince you of why you should believe any particular thing about the Bible, it won’t work that way.  If you or I presume that God has to make a convincing case for His Word, then 1) we’ll keep our arms crossed and never be convinced enough, 2) we can be persuaded right out of it, or 3) we’ll follow Him with begrudging drudgery. 

While I absolutely believe there’s a logical rationale behind all of God’s commands, if we don’t believe they’re for our good, then it doesn’t matter how logical they sound: I still won’t believe them.

Adam and Eve had a really strange rule in the Garden.  Don’t eat the fruit off the tree.  Was there any tactical advantage or practical benefit?  Did it somehow profit the human race or create positive energy?  Did the fruit have mystical evil properties?  Maybe.  But it’s more likely that God was saying, You have the entire Garden for you by grace, because I love you. Now please don’t eat the fruit off this one tree, simply because you love me. 

That’s it.  No hocus pocus or diagram or flow chart.  No list of seven reasons why it’s a good idea to follow God.  This is called a covenant, in which both parties love each other out of mutual trust instead of functional pragmatism.  It’s for the essence of, not for what it can do.

Here’s what I’m not saying: I’m not saying we don’t ever question God. Believe me, I’ve questioned Him about a billion times at every painful step of faith. I grew up an atheist and I still default to doubt and skepticism very quickly.  Some of God’s commands seem ridiculous at first glance. 

But the more I learned about the particulars of the Old Testament (they’re an unfolding narrative and not a prescription) and grasped the idea of God’s commands (they’re not to restrict us, but to show us what’s best and give us abundant life), the more I was able to settle with God one-by-one on what He says. 

It’s not that I flip a switch and trust Him overnight; I know some Christians who can do this, and God bless them.  But I’ve eventually found that the heart of God is His love for me, and even His law is about touching upon His heart.  My bias used to be that I distrusted God at every word; now my bias is slowly coming around to trust Him at His Word, and when I obey, it always makes sense later.

There’s also no place I need to look much further than the cross and resurrection.  The Gospel is primarily an invitation into the True Story of the world; without this, then none of His commands matter anyway.  All this will only make sense when we see the man on that tree who died for me, that savior who released me from the grip of sin by conquering its terrible grip.  Without faith in Jesus, then it doesn’t matter what else we believe about what he says.  God rescued His people from the slavery of Egypt before giving them the Ten Commandments. Rescue comes before internal renovation.  I can’t put doctrine ahead of the Gospel, or else we have no doctrine.


- The other thing is that if I continually corner God by saying, "Well I like this rule, but not that one,” then I’m eventually making God in my own image.  I’m turning Him into a tiny two-inch keychain god, and I would reject that god too.  It’s a phantom I can dismiss at my convenience.  Imagine that every time my future wife disagreed with me, I pressed an off-button and she could no longer stop me.  Then I wouldn’t have a wife; she would just be an accessory. 

I think at some point, we need to allow God to challenge our current ideologies.  Yes, we all have ideologies.  We’re so afraid to admit this because we’ll do anything to claw for our status quo, to keep the old guard, to never say “I’m wrong."  Yet as a fortune cookie once told me, If you haven’t said "I’m wrong” in a while, you’re not living right.

We’re all a product of our time (C.S. Lewis called this “chronological snobbery”).  We each think we live in the wisest, smartest era of our day, that we’ve outgrown everything before us.  This is a horrible fallacy. While humanity has grown in many ways, we’re also each stuck in our time periods, and therefore all the holes and mistakes with them.  Westerners have grown up in a Post-Enlightenment period that dismisses the spiritual and transcendent, while also hating a “God of wrath."  Easterners have embraced the spiritual and mystical, but they’re insulted by the idea of a God who’s personal and loving.  I’m aware I’ve been indoctrinated in certain biases that need to be laid aside to see life clearly.

This is why the God of the Bible is His very own real being: because He will inevitably offend all cultures and shake up the familiar areas that we’ve taken for granted. This is not a God you can make up as you go alongHe has a mind that will run full speed through yours.  He will tear down old walls and build entirely new worlds in you, and it will be both agonizing and liberating.

I know this is a hard thing, but that’s the problem, isn’t it? We hate to be challenged. We don’t ever dare to allow God to confront our most precious beliefs. Since most Christians don’t allow this process to flourish, this is why we have binary religious church-people who say "Us versus Them."  And I’m not saying I’m any better than "them.” I’m including myself in there. 

I hope we’re willing to really wrestle with God on these things, that we might not remain in our cultural and emotional blind spots for long.  Perhaps our conclusions will differ on the secondary issues, but Jesus remains the primary center, and so I love what He loves: namely, His people.

God will challenge our comfortable constructs about sexuality, money, forgiveness, business, self-image, beauty, and friendships.  At times it will feel like common sense; at other points it will sting really bad. 

But may we be open to both?  What may be a hard teaching to you is obvious to someone else, and vice versa.  Yet it’s the hard teaching we each need to hear the most, so that we become the well-rounded, fully complex individuals that God aims us to be.  It’s how believers across the world can be unified by One God.  In the end, perhaps we can question God’s Law with the same sincere love that He shows us, that we could see the joyful possibilities He offers.

– J.S.

anonymous asked:

I deal with doubting my salvation and whether I'm really a Christian every day. Does that mean I'm not a Christian? I'm really struggling . I feel like other Christians are so happy and have a huge change of heart but I don't think that's the case for me. I still really struggle with jealousy, anger and other sins. :(

Whenever you became a Christian, in that moment something called justification happened–you were immediately justified by Christ. This means that you were set free from the penalty of sin. From that point until the day you die, you are in a process called sanctification–a lifetime journey of being set free from the power of your sin. Sanctification is the process of you becoming more like Christ. It’s messy. It’s often a slow and steady process of you realizing the faithfulness of God in spite of your unfaithfulness. It is cycle of becoming more aware of His beauty, more receptive of His love, and more dependent on His grace. Notice that neither justification nor sanctification sets you free from the presence of sin. This doesn’t happen until we are united with Christ. But in this process of sanctification, Philippians says to “continue to work out (not work for) your salvation.” This is a matter of being steadfast. Your eternal security in Christ changed in an instance, but you did not. This is reality. Jesus is not some magician. He is a Savior that engages us relationally and slowly peels off the layers that do not resemble HIm. 

Have you ever read the Chronicles of Narnia? C.S. Lewis does a beautiful job of explaining this in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader–the excerpt is quite long, but it really is such a clear depiction of what the pleasure and pain of sanctification is really like (find it here). It isn’t about being a good ole person. It’s not about enacting morality or striving for goodness. It is about being set free from the burden of both pretense and performance. It’s about being free from the penalty of sin and living in that freedom because you are now a new creation… and this doesn’t mean that you’re perfect. It means that you are no longer left to wander around searching for belonging, purpose, or satisfaction because you have been given all of this in Christ.

I hope this has helped, but if not, I’ve talked extensively about salvation and the confusing nature of whether we “feel saved” from one day to another here

The last thing I’d like to leave you with is this quote by Tim Keller. I feel that it’s such an accurate depiction of what sanctification feels like.

Have you ever traveled to a mountainous part of the world when it was cloudy and rainy? You look out your windows and you can see almost nothing but the ground. Then the rain stops and the clouds part and you catch your breath because there, towering right over you, is this magnificent peak. But a couple of hours later the clouds roll in and it has vanished, and you don’t see it again for a good while. That is what it is like to get to know a Christian.

You have an old self and a new self (Ephesians 4:24). The old self is crippled with anxieties, the need to prove yourself, bad habits you can’t break, and many besetting sins and entrenched character flaws. The new self is still you, but you liberated from all your sins and flaws.

This new self is always a work in progress, and sometimes the clouds of the old self make it almost completely invisible. But sometimes the clouds really part, and you see the wisdom, courage, and love of which you are capable. It is a glimpse of where you are going.

Trust that the promises of God are taking effect in your life and be present in the process. As your sin prevents you from knowing the joy and freedom of God’s love, His spirit will convict you with godly sorrow towards your sin, and this leads to repentance. As you repent, you fill the void of whatever sin/habit with the promises and truth of God. It’s a wash, rinse, repeat kind of thing :)