Guardian - Lon'qu x ReaderMore Like This
“Hey, Lon’qu!” you shouted, running towards him.
“What,” was all he said, looking at you without any emotion on his face.
“Uh…” you said, feeling a tiny bit discouraged by his demeanor. You shook your head quickly and smiled. You were the chief tactician, so you had to at least try to be nice to everyone… and besides, this was Lon’qu you were dealing with. It’s not like it was anything new for him to be like that with you. “Well, I was thinking that I’d like to sharpen my sword skills...” you said as you unsheathed your sword. “And… and well you are the best! That last training session was great!”
He looked at you and then looked away. “Pah, flattery will get you nowhere with me…”
“Oh… okay then.. sorry I bothered you-“ you said, feeling even more discouraged. Maybe you did ask him too often. You started to turn around when you heard
The One I Was Looking For- InigoxReaderMore Like This
“Eh… (y/n)… just how long are you going to stare at me like this?” Inigo said with a pained expression.
“I don’t know… maybe for as long as this date goes for,” you said as you looked suspiciously at him. You knew that he had a reputation as a slippery womanizer so there was no chance you’d let him do anything sneaky. Not while you were alive and breathing!
He looked at you and then smirked. He scratched his head and gave you an exaggerated embarrassed look. “Look, I know I’m totally handsome and drop dead gorgeous, but you’re starting to embarrass me!”
At that you quickly averted your gaze and muttered a few curses under your breath, upset that you were blushing. He started to laugh.
“Look, (y/n), even though you lost our bet… can’t you at least attempt to enjoy this?” he pleaded. “Otherwise this will be the most awkward three hours of my life… and I’m sure your
NewtownWould that we could save the little ones from the heartaches of life,More Like This
Would that we could save ourselves from the heartbreak of death.
Following GriefFollowing GriefMore Like This
My eyes are dark. Cannot peace yet be mine?
I stand to follow, but I stumble on a stone.
Your Light breaks through the mist. I hear divine.
My arms ache, my heart breaks. I am alone.
A trickle down my face. Give of Thy light.
Countenance bends to dusty earth. I say,
"O Lord, My God, Grant me some peace tonight,
I would give all. With all my heart, I pray."
A gentle touch. This sweet gentility.
You dry my eyes. Peace found, in Thy good time.
My heart lifts up. Divine tranquility.
I am enfolded in Thy love sublime.
A promise true. I know Thy will. With love,
I follow, one who gives peace like a dove.
It's Time"It's time," I feel like a touch to my mind.More Like This
It's time," like a quivering arrow, piercing its target.
It's time to step up to the plate,
It's time to embrace your fate.
It's time to make your desire your own.
There is a time to live, a time to die.
A time to face, or to run and hide.
A time to laugh, a time to cry.
This is YOUR call.
It is YOUR time.
Step up to the doors and enter in.
Face life with your OWN original toothy grin.
It's time to step forward and embrace the real you.
It is time my friend, yes,
It. Is. Time.
WordsWords, stupid.More Like This
They're just words.
They don't mean anything.
They just slip past lips, tongue and teeth
Without a care
And should do likewise on your back.
They can't hurt you.
They're creatures of black and white
Who live of paper and ink.
Empty, you could call them;
Words are just strung together in a useless line,
Where they tumble and fall,
One after the other.
It's only when they are filled
With tone, expression, actions,
That they have power
And become soldiers against you.
Words can't hurt you,
But be wary of the speaker.
Country First?Ellen pulls her tattered fleece closer to her wrinkled face and hesitates at the pie shop door with its quaint hand-painted sign and its peeling white paint and the proud small-business sign that reads four stars for twenty years and counting. Ellens unevenly cut fingernails trace the sign as though she is trying to recall something significant. She scratches her unkempt died-auburn hair. Her milky brown eyes narrow.More Like This
Ellens lean-faced, forty-year-old daughter Patti nudges her. Its alright, mom, she says. You said you were hungry.
Ellen murmurs a string of words that do not really coincide. She sighs. She relents.
Ellen hobbles fearfully into the quaint little American diner with Patti. Pattis face is attentive and wary as she seats her mother at a window overlooking the Ohioan corn fields at the edge of civilization. Ellen smiles feebly at the Holstein cows grazing l
Heart, Body, and BloodHeart, Body, and BloodMore Like This
The glory of unshed tears
Leaking out a spirit's heart
What is their reason of being?
Sometimes, I don't know if I want to know.
My heart, my body, my blood.
Three in one. A sole existence.
His Heart. His body. His blood.
It nullifies my selfishness.
My heart to His heart. Great simplicity
With vast seasons untold.
A simple step lies between winter and spring.
I must wait in faith, never fearing.
My body to His body. There must needs be
Something about myself that is as real as He.
His hand is stretched out still.
My hand will also extend.
My blood to His blood.
A DNA signature, consigned to all.
The river of life, a happy state of being.
I want to be only what I am.
There is so little I know.
There is so much I wish I felt.
There are many fears that bind,
I just don't ever want to be left behind.
There is a reason behind everything.
We all may know that God lives.
That He loves us, that we may care too.
A Change of HeartA Change of HeartMore Like This
A plan executed.
A detail paid.
A wrong-doing corrected.
...all nothing but evidence.
Change can reflect a lot.
It often effects action.
The mind remembers.
The hands work to DO.
Feel the small changes.
Remember the differences.
Watch and heed.
That is the planted seed.
A seed forgotten
Is a seed lost.
Pay attention to what is true
Reality is what you are.
You make it, not those that surround.
Trust in Him who sent you here.
He has not forgotten.
His hands guide still.
Let Him free your heart.
And change you into yourself.
Looking through the eyes of Truth
The hide of mean beasts melt away.
The blood of the beast...
It becomes purified.
And you, the baby born,
Are cradled as you learn of Him.
And He is. For God is love.
He is in your heart.
You are His.
See His sign in your face.
You are claimed.
Yours are always yours.
Your change of heart may be true.
All for looking and deciding to live.
---sweetmeat---More Like This
Ever wonder where the phrase "don't treat me like a piece of meat" came from?
To me, I simply saw it as a way to describe the minimization of a human to their physical body and nothing else. Minimized from their personality, emotion, soul…to their "meat". I eat meat. I love animals. I am a feminist. But I found these thoughts interesting from feminist writer Carol J. Adams, whom I learned of in a gender class in college. This is to be thought provoking, incite discussion and nothing else.
(and if you tell me that when I wear a bikini I'm "asking for this" you just don't get it – that thinking is similar to the Taliban's justification for covering their women to "protect the men" from natural urges they weren't asked to be forced to control )
the image is to demonstrate that when you take the woman, only see the meat, the "rest" of her dies……
Some feminists argue that the treatment of animals as objects is parallel to and associated with pat