#moonwhispers

After Y E A R S of refusing anything closely resembling a church due to past wounds with a different religion, I've healed enough to even consider the KO and filled out an application for the beginner class.

I don't yet know if I'll like it enough to stay, but as Djehuty pointed out- that's getting way ahead of myself and I'm allowed to cross that bridge when I get to it.

It doesn't matter if I stay or not- that's not the point. The point is that I've come so far both with effort on my part and with love and nuturing from the Netjer and healed to the point that I can make an effort to trust again. The point is I won't have to keep thinking 'what if I'm missing out'.

I also feel like I've reached a point where I'm as far as I can get right now being solo practitioner and even just the experience, regardless of if I commit to staying, could help me immensely.

*a little free writing I did as a devotional

I stand at the crossroads, a coin clutched in my hand, a heart heavy with longing, and hopefully a future free of regret.

I blink once, twice, and there my old friend stands, smile bright, eyes dark.

I ask him how much it would cost and he glances up at the sky, pondering his careful words.

"Everything, i suppose, but once you've done it, and it's over, really, nothing in the end."

I study his face, free from imperfections, and I know he's being honest. Even if i don't understand yet, i get the feeling i will at the end.

I've known him so long, this man in the crossroads. For my entire life, actually, though he's known me for longer.

I stare into nothingness. Whether i'm seriously thinking of my options or simply stalling, he doesn't seem to mind either way, content to stare at the stars.

A moment passes, and i meet his gaze. We stay like that for a second, a comfortable, trusting silence. I open my mouth. I close it again. He doesnt rush me.

"Do you ever regret it?" I softly blurt out, my mouth once again working faster than my brain. I look surprised at myself, much more surprised than he does.

In fact, he softly laughs pleasantly in harmony with the wind. His voice drops to a soft tone, reserved for those special few, his loved ones.

"Not even for a second."

And i believe him. Ive no reason not to. Often he's been the beacon of light and truth when otherwise i would've had none.

Another moment passes-- me, already knowing my choice, but unable to stop the thoughts from coming-- him, lost in the memory of the worst and best day, simultaneously, of his incredibly long life.

He's a very patient man, my friend of the crossroads. As if he has all the time in the world to wait for me to voice my decision, and maybe he does.

I barely breathe out my answer, voice lost to all but him, but with it, the weight of everything I've shouldered falls from me.

• kenma with cosplayer!gf smut

• kuroo with nerdy!fem reader smut

• tsukishima smut (reader has a thing for his glasses)

THAT GODDAMN "Hey Izuku, Can I still catch up to you line." WAS REPEATED ON THE EPISODE LIKE FUCK

PLUS THAT FUCKING "I'm Bakugo Kaachan" MOMENT