The Collection Box Masterlist
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The Martian is THE BEST
i live to write like Andy Weir.
"Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won't stay inside anymore."
Love this book
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There was a moment when Moses had the nerve to ask God what his name is. God was gracious enough to answer, and the name he gave is recorded in the original Hebrew as YHWH.
Over time we’ve arbitrarily added an “a” and an “e” in there to get YaHWeH, presumably because we have a preference for vowels.
But scholars and Rabi’s have noted that the letters YHWH represent breathing sounds, or aspirated consonants. When pronounced without intervening vowels, it actually sounds like breathing.
YH (inhale): WH (exhale).
So a baby’s first cry, his first breath, speaks the name of God.
A deep sigh calls His name – or a groan or gasp that is too heavy for mere words.
Even an atheist would speak His name, unaware that their very breath is giving constant acknowledgment to God.
Likewise, a person leaves this earth with their last breath, when God’s name is no longer filing their lungs.
So when I can’t utter anything else, is my cry calling out His name?
Being alive means I speak His name constantly.
So, is it heard the loudest when I’m the quietest?
In sadness, we breathe heavy sighs.
In joy, our lungs feel almost like they will burst.
In fear we hold our breath and have to be told to breathe slowly to help us calm down.
When we’re about to do something hard, we take a deep breath to find our courage.
When I think about it, breathing is giving him praise. Even in the hardest moments!
This is so beautiful and fills me with emotion every time I grasp the thought. God chose to give himself a name that we can’t help but speak every moment we’re alive.
All of us, always, everywhere.
Waking, sleeping, breathing, with the name of God on our lips.
How much You love, oh Lord, that your name is always near.
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Jérémie Renier || Criminal Lovers (Les Amants Criminels)
It literally always gets a reblog from me!
You don't have boops enabled and I must manually fix that: *boop!!!* *boop!!!* *boop!!!*
I have been booped!!!!
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Callum's Teddy Bear (Callum and Caretaker AP)
Tagging! @haro-whumps @grizzlie70 @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper
TW for general whumpiness, mainly Callum just not coping at all in the moment.
Rory sat and watched Callum whilst he slept, unwilling to leave him alone, wanting to be there when he woke up. In case. In case he panicked. In case he needed something. He sat and watched and let tears run down his cheeks at what the boy in front of him had become. Or had been forced to become.
He looked so small, so hurt, so young. Clutching on to a filthy ruined teddy bear so tightly even as he slept. He had insisted point blank that it come with him. Callum had tucked it up under his chin, wrapped his arms around it. But it was disgusting, caked in mud and what Rory was sure was dried blood. A lot of dried blood. He had no idea what its original colour should have been. There was no hint of it beneath the grime. It would need washing. It was probably crawling with lice.
As Rory watched, Callum shifted a little, nose wrinkling and brow furrowing as his eyelids fluttered before finally opening. Rory swiped the tears off his face quickly, dashed them away before dropping to his knees to be closer to Callum.
"Hey Cal," Rory whispered, a small smile on his face, a little distance between them and hoping to appear as non threatening as possible. Callum's eyes darted around the room a bit before settling on Rory's where they glazed over, his mind seemingly retreating back in on itself.
"Where is Master Hayden?" Callum asked. "You're not Master Hayden."
"No, I'm Rory, remember?" Rory shifted a tiny bit closer to Callum when Callum's lip started to wobble, when tears gathered in his eyes. When his grip on that disgusting teddy tightened even more.
"It's just you and me Cal, he's not here. Ok? Ok bud? Yeah?" Callum's breathing picked up, he chewed on his bottom lip and swallowed over and over, reflexively. Licked his lips nervously.
"Uh...umm...uh...no," Callum shook his head and clutched at his teddy, fingertips digging into it. "No...n...umm, I want to wait for him please. I'll wait here for Master Hayden, just five more minutes here I...uh...I promise. I promise."
Rory watched Callum in horror as he started to pick at the matted fur on his teddy and mutter and mumble about what pain he could offer up in order to be allowed to wait comfortably.
"Master Hayden h...hasn't touched my thumbs for a while," Callum stuttered out. "If I can just wait here where it's cuh...cuh... comfortable then you can bend them back. You can take them out of their joints."
"Hey, hey, Cal no," Rory said, quiet and careful. "You don't need to do that anymore, you don't need to exchange your pain for comfort."
Rory reached for Callum, reached to try to give him any sort of comfort or peace that didn't have to stem from pain and misery, but Callum flinched and twisted away from him.
"Nonononono," Callum heaved breaths in and out but they were not going deep enough. He was dizzy and confused as he started to crawl away from Rory.
"Cal no," Rory begged him. "Please sweetheart please lie back down. You can wait there it's fine. I promise you it's fine. Hey I know what. How about we wash that teddy if yours up huh? Get it all freshened up yeah?"
If it were even possible, Callum squeezed the teddy closer to himself again, twisting it and worrying at its crusted fur again.
"Buh...buh...but the blood,"
"Exactly, the blood," Rory said. "We can get it all out I'm sure."
"Nonono, you don't understand, you don't understand. I can't give it anymore blood. I've given it all I can and if you take it away and Master Hayden isn't here to help me give more then I don't know what to do." Callum reached a shaking hand up to grasp and pull at his own hair and whined. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do."
"Ok ok," Rory held his hands up and shifted further back away from Callum, defeated and horrified. "Does it at least have a name?"
Callum muttered something and Rory gently leant closer, not enough to spook Callum but to hear what he was saying over and over and over.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. My body is not mine to hurt, my body is yours. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. My body is not mine to hurt, my body is yours. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. My body is not mine to hurt, my body is yours."
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For the one word prompt - arrogant? Or any variation of it!
Thank you for the ask! Hope you like it!
TW: none really. Just some delicious foreboding and Hayden being creepy.
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Arrogant
Finally it had happened. After all this time waiting for the right face to appear, it had finally popped up in his locality Collection Box. Hayden had walked past the notice board every week in hopes of finding the right one. Because he might need someone to atone, but he wasn’t a criminal who was going to resort to kidnapping. Only low life’s did that sort of thing and besides, heaven only knew what sort of person he would get by kidnapping.
No. He wanted that sweet, perfect, naive, green eyed little wretch whose picture he’d seen on the notice board. And that dull as dish water AP would be the one to simply hand him over. Hayden had watched him before, sitting on the steps outside the locality Collection Box Office, eating sub sandwiches with a stupid grin on his stupid face like that was all it took to make him happy.
He’d had the paperwork ready for ages. All he needed to do was collect his brand new atonement wretch, date the files, seal the envelope and post it on the way home. Then he and his wretch would be wonderfully hidden in plain sight. It was perfect. Hayden loved perfection. Unstoppable perfection.
Everything would check out. He had no concerns whatsoever about that. When he stepped into the locality office, straightening his tie and trying not to roll his eyes at the thank you cards thumb tacked up on the wall, he took great pleasure in pulling the wool over the APs eyes. The AP had introduced himself as Rory with the poorest excuse for a handshake that Hayden thought he’d ever experienced. Hayden had looked through the file that Rory handed to him. “Callum”. As if that mattered.
Hayden had smiled and reassured and been the perfect, kind, concerned Selector. He had pretended to admire the cards on the wall. He had spoken about his desire to do good for such a young BP. And when Rory had asked if he’d like to see him, Hayden had politely said please and thank you. Because manners cost nothing. And when he had finally set eyes on Callum he had smiled and turned to Rory.
“He’s perfect,” Hayden said. “Thank you so much. I look forward to taking such good care of him.”
untilthepainstarts
Thank you I HATE him! This is so good!
They didn’t KNOOOOOOW 😭
@whump-it fuck you I love this
Aaaahhhh Hayden is such a perfect villain
@ashintheairlikesnow why thank you! I love writing him. I hate him! He’s just so very convinced of himself and that he’s so incredibly right about everything.
I miss my own OCs. Even awful dicksplat Hayden.
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Anonymous asked:
Pillow
Hey anon! Here's your answer...
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No TWs here. Fluff fluff fluffity fluff!
Pillow
He had to be asleep. It'd been long enough. Callum had succeeded in dragging Rory out of his office long enough to eat dinner at the table but he'd gone straight back in there, glasses on and looking tired.
Callum wished he wouldn't work so hard. Callum wished he'd never donated himself so Rory wouldn't have had to quit his job and take on all this freelance work. Rory had recently discovered that apartment building had very dubious wiring and pipework. So he wanted to move to keep Callum safe. But he couldn't afford it. And Callum knew that he himself wasn't stable enough to get a job yet to help out.
All he could give was food and reassurance that he felt safe wherever Rory was. Rory never once complained. He never said that any of this was Callum's fault even though it was.
Rory had a strict rule with himself never to take his work to bed. Laptops stayed out of the bedroom. If he had been getting tired in his office then Callum reckoned he'd have simply gone from his desk to his arm chair and be working from there instead. He crept to the door and pressed his ear silently to it. He couldn't hear the clicking of a mouse or the tapping of a keyboard. He couldn't hear anything through the door.
Going to Rory's bedroom, he picked up the top pillow from Rory's side and held it close to himself. Hugged it and breathed in its smell then crept back to the office. He turned the handle. Slowly slowly, ever so slowly. Poking his head around it he could see that he'd guessed correctly. Rory was fast asleep, tucked up on the arm chair with his laptop precariously close to falling off his lap. Callum went back to grab a blanket, Alyaa's one they'd borrowed and never returned then he went and gently lifted the laptop off Rory's lap. He didn't dare mess with it. It could just power itself down on the desk.
Gently still, he tucked the blanket around Rory, leaving no gaps that any chilly air could get in through, then slid his glasses off, putting them next to the laptop. For all his teasing of Rory with his glasses and cardigans in the evening, Callum loved them.
Lastly came the pillow. As softly as he could Callum lifted Rory's head enough to tuck the pillow behind, then settled him back on it. He would sleep in Rory's bed tonight in case he woke and went in there later. Just before he left he pressed a kiss into Rory's hair and whispered him a near silent good night.
Written back in 2020. I'm sorry I've not been able to keep up with Callum et al 😞
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@clawedandcute AND THEN YOU CRUSH THEIR HOPES AND MAKE IT WORSE.
@pepperonyscience Well if it isn't our sphere!
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SENSE AND SENSIBILITY (1995) dir. Ang Lee
thought of you since you just watched this
THIS IS THE MAN!!!! THIS MOMENT ESPECIALLY I HAVE AN ENTIRE ESSAY ABOUT THIS MAN AND YOUVE OPENED THE FLOODGATES AND WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME YELLING ABOUT IT NOW!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! So! Colonel Brandon: ie. the epitome of kindness and devotion. This man was forcefully separated from the love of his life (because his parents didn't approve) and sent off to India. Eliza (his love) was sent off in shame. *As Soon* as he arrived back in England he went to find her. *As soon* as he got back. The man spent *years* in some of the worst fighting for the time (if I have my dates correct), and still remembers the woman he had pledged his love to. He finds her. But she's been through....so much. Oh so much. She's dying and is pregnant with a blackguard's child. And instead of feeling *crushed* and betrayed that the woman he's waited years for didn't wait for him, he makes sure she's cared for and loved for the time she has left. And when Eliza gives birth to Beth, he promises to care for Beth *as if she is his own.* And he does so! And *then* when he's what at the time he would be considered "old," he meets the impoverished Dashwood family - Widower Mrs. Dashwood, Elinor, Marianne, and Margaret. And he falls for Marianne. But he knows he's *way* older than her and not what she finds handsome. So he puts his feelings to the side (as much as he can) and works to befriend *the entire family.* But he works to show Marianne his kindness. He listens to her interests and those of her sisters and mother, he speaks kindly to them all - coming to visit them frequently at home. When Marianne falls and hurts her ankle he comes to bring her flowers and ensure she is okay.
But his opportunities seem hopeless when John Willoughby comes on screen. He is every bit the young dashing romantic Marianne finds attractive. But he knows something no one else does. Willoughby had enticed his adopted daughter away with promises of love and marriage....had gotten her pregnant...and then left. So he watches. John seems sincere this time and Marianne truly does love him. He won't interfere. But he is a silent guardian ready to step in should he need to.
And he does need to. Later in the story Willoughby abandons Marianne to marry another for her money. And Marianne in typical heroine fashion just kinda loses it. Her grief is becoming too much for her to handle and Elinor needs to get her out of London (where the wedding will be in less than a month) and home to their mother. But their host won't be leaving anytime soon, and Elinor and Marianne cannot afford to go home by themselves. So Elinor calls on Colonel Brandon for help. Which *he gives.* This man has had to watch - for the second time - the woman he loves be taken from him (in Marianne's case it's through her own desires, but shh). But he still comes. They have mutual friends who are able to take them all as far as their home - a day's ride from the Dashwood's home. Except...it's literally next-door neighbors with Willoughby's estate. So they go. And Marianne "goes for a walk." She promises to stick to the gardens but of course she doesn't. She gets caught in a horrible rainstorm as she goes to look at Willoughby's estate. Colonel Brandon, in concern, goes to look for her and when he finds her too weak to walk back to the house *carries her there.*
Watch the scene here And when Marianne falls deadly ill from this, we see the scene from up above. He needs something to do - some way to alleviate the agony his love is in. And so he goes himself to bring her mother to her. In all likelihood he will be too late, and he will be bringing her mother to bring her home to bury her. But he goes nonetheless in *hopes* that he won't be too late. That he will be able to help this way. Miraculously, Marianne pulls through in the early morning just as Colonel Brandon arrives with her mother. And that is when we get *the best* scene ever. Elinor shows them up to Marianne's room and their mother immediately has Marianne in her arms. Colonel Brandon says *nothing* and goes to leave the room. Sad. But he wants the family to have their time.
AND THEN MARIANNE CALLS HIM BACK!!
*LOOK AT HIS FACE* Look at this hopefully BESOTTED man!!!! *And she thanks him.* From their their relationship progresses. She is able to see the kindness of his heart - true devoted kindness that does not rely on flashy actions and words. But the steadfast devotion of a riverbed that is never changing. He sees that she has all she needs in her recovery - HE EVEN BUYS HER A PIANO FORTE (something she hasn't had since her brother kicked them all out of their father's house).
He reads her POETRY. And devotes time daily to her. And so she comes to love him for his spirit and character as he loves her.
*Look at her face!* Look at that expression!!! And finally - FINALLY - they're married. And they're *so very happy.*
LOOK AT THEM!! LOOK AT HIM! His devotion and love paid off. And he is just - one of the best men I know in literature. TLDR: Colonel Brandon is the definition of devoted love and he deserves every happiness.
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
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Meet the Family!
My brain said it was fluffy Alyaa idea times. SO!!!! Meet her future family! Including Husband David and all 8 of their kids!
Husband David
Eldest Timothy (called Timmy when he is younger)
(Oldest daughter Safia)
Mischief maker Twins Qadim and Arham
Josh
Eliza - who at 4 years old makes Uncle Rory have to seek Callum’s protection from Alyaa after letting out a very big “Sh*t!” after stubbing her toe - thus alerting Alyaa to the fact that yes, Rory had indeed accidentally taught her children cuss words.
Max - who is VERY disappointed his mom ISN’T actually like Tony Stark. Not enough robots in his opinion
And the cherry on top! Baby Benjamin - who is their miracle child because both Alyaa and he were supposed to not make it. More news about the family - and their full names including their “English” names and Arabic names - coming tomorrow. Brain is very tired right now and going to sleep.
@whump-it Here they are! I finally found it! Kids are in birth order here.
@whump-it Look at the little family Alyaa made! I found their pictures again and just got filled with love for our story!!
Just looking at them makes me feel calm and happy!
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horaetio
They’re right. And I hate this person.
I know nothing about this person but I just wanna share mine Egg: Scrambled Steak: Medium-rare Milk: 2% Alcohol: I don’t drink Warm Drink: I don’t drink warm drinks, hot cocoa sometimes I guess
You’re more my type.
egg: cracked
steak: vegetarian
milk: lactose intolerant
alcohol: screwdriver
warm drink: don’t have warm drinks :(
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egg: scrambled
steak: medium rare
milk: lactose intolerant but i have ibs like symptoms regardless of if i drink milk. i drink lactose free milk tho
alcohol: everclear
warm drink: black coffee
egg: dont like egg :( steak: medium rare milk: chocolate or srawberry alcohol: fireball 🔥 (raspberry vodka) warm drink: peppermint tea
Egg: SUNNY SIDE UP.
Steak: Medium rare-rare.
Milk: Lactose intolerant, but rules were intended to be broken.
Alcohol: No
Warm drink: Chai or Warm apple cider
Egg: Scrambled eggs
Steak: Medium rare I suppose
Milk: Chocolate
Alcohol: I’ve only ever had wine and it’s not bad when it doesn’t taste like dirt
Warm Drink: Apple Cider
Egg: also scrambled eggs
Steak: medium well
Milk: any
Alcohol: none
Warm drink: hot cocoa
Egg: Scrambled
Steak: Medium rare
Milk: any
Alcohol: none
Warm drink: I don’t like
Egg: none preferably. If i have too extra cheesy scrambled eggs 👍
Steak: uhhhh i can’t remember 💀
Milk: chocolate.
Alcohol: nuh uh
Warm drink: hot chocolate :)
egg: fried, but the yolk is still gooey and i get to slurp it out :]
steak: uhhhh medium rare? I just don’t like it dry
milk: almond
Alcohol: nope, never, the thought of getting drunk terrifies me so im never drinking
warm drink: coffee.
Egg: Scrambled or omelette
Steak: Medium rare, the way steaks are supposed to be cooked for a proper sampling of flavour without losing too much moisture. I’ll also settle for rare, but if I’m going rare I prefer blue rare.
Milk: Lactose free whole, but I’ll take unpasteurised milk warm from the cow any chance I get even if it makes me sick.
Alcohol: Anything I can get. Prefer fruity cocktails, whisky (scotch or bourbon), or any combination of Kahlúa and Bailey’s.
Warm drink: Hazelnut coffee, hot chocolate, or black coffee, in that order.
@blubushie solid approach.
Eggs: scrambled possibly with cheese & some kind of meat mixed in or over easy depending on my mood.
Steak: rare to medium rare, blue is fine so long as it’s got a good searing.
Milk: skim milk with frosted mini wheats or Raisin Bran. Everyone has a vice.
Alcohol: I’ll drink anything in front of me but bourbon neat is my favorite by far.
Warm drink: coffee, sometimes black sometimes with cream and sugar if it’s not a flavored coffee. Hot cocoa is my #2.
@authortobenamedlater @ageless-aislynn @makowrites @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @morganas-pendragons @rainintheevening @stitchlingbelle y’all are up. @helix-studios117 now that you aren’t shadowbanned, you’re in, too.
Eggs: Fried
Steak: Rare. I pretty much want it still mooing on my plate.
Milk: Fresh from the cow whenever I possibly can. 2% otherwise.
Alcohol: I don’t drink, but I have it on good authority that if I ever change that policy I need to give brandy a shot
Hot drinks: Hot chocolate I suppose? Not much for hot drinks either, I suppose. I like cold things. Like Wife’s ice hands
Gonna hit @sparkledragon04 , @thefinaljediknight , and @caffeineyum
(Also doubling up on tagging @authortobenamedlater , @makowrites , and @helix-studios117 )
No pressure! I will be judging you on your answers
Oh okay pressure
Eggs: Fried
Steak: Chicken fried (I don’t go out of my way to eat steak, and thus usually consume it when other people make chicken fried steak)
Milk: 2%
Alcohol: I don’t drink. That being said… Love me some root beer + ginger ale
Hot drinks: 🎶coffeeeeee🎶 I also love hot chocolate and occasionally tea
Tossing this over to @padawankryze @pepperonyscience and whoever wants to!
Ooo let the judging commence!
Eggs: Either scrambled with garlic, salt, and pepper. Or an omlette with a lot of cheese. Sensory I can’t do the smell of eggs so need something to cover it!
Steak: Medium-rare and melt in your mouth! a good steak is a heavenly experience and makes me praise G.d for tastebuds.
Milk: Whole or chocolate!
Alcohol: none. Dont drink, probably won’t ever. But I enjoy Shirley temples!
Hot drinks: Coffee!!!!!!!! gimme all the coffee!!!! (and occasionally tea)
Tagging: @flickeringflame216 @whump-it
Eggs: Poached, preferably in the format of eggs royale which is of of my favourite meals.
Steak: Rare
Milk: Semi skimmed, ideally in a hot cup of caffeine
Alcohol: Champagne tastes, not for a champagne budget. So dry white wine
Hot drinks: Coffee. And then some more.
@pepperonyscience look! It's the giant seat pad that Rory bought for Callum to use in his study at home. Except he loves it so much that he took it to work and it's now in his office at the hospital.
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Matthew 28:20 (NKJV) - teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Amen.
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"I prayed for you" is one of the sweetest and most beautiful things someone could ever tell me