I was talking to somebody about how Agatha came about having Nicholas. His last name is Scratch, so maybe he did have a father who was initially involved in his life, but I'm pretty sure Agatha and Rio were in an established relationship by the time he came into their lives. Maybe they had a deal with a gay male couple and used a "donation" in exchange of the name being passed down. Maybe Agatha straight up stole a baby idk.
But I like the thought of Rio coming home one day, carrying an infant in her arms, a flabbergasted look on her face. Agatha asks (only somewhat jokingly) if she brought home dinner. She peers down at this fresh-out-the-oven infant in her wife's arms. The kid is kinda cute.
Rio tells her that there was a teenage girl, a witch, who'd gotten pregnant. She told nobody about it, ashamed of herself, and then went out in the middle of the woods to give birth, where nobody could see her, hoping to put it all behind her, including the baby.
Agatha's heart aches at that, looking down at the abandoned newborn. She asks if she belonged to a coven, but Rio shrugs and says, "not anymore. She's dead. Died from hard labor. The fact that this little one survived is a miracle." She looks down at the baby and he lets out a little noise, content in her arms.
"Did you reap her?" Agatha asks, still looking at this child. His eyes are half-lidded, but she can see some murky blue. He's a handsome little guy.
Rio nods. "She was pretty talkative, too," she says. "Begging forgiveness for her sins, for me to take her son, for me to bring him somewhere safe."
"And you brought him here?" Agatha snorts, as if it's ridiculous.
"I couldn't imagine a safer place," Rio responds, honestly. "I mean, I could just have left him out there to die in the woods, but I hate ferrying young souls; they have no good stories to tell."
Agatha snorts at that. "Well how are we going to keep him alive?" She asks, taking him gently from Rio's arms and cradling him against her chest. "What do babies even eat?"
"Milk," Rio says, eyeing Agatha's chest.
"These are empty," Agatha says, turning away. "And they shall stay that way. Go get him some goat's milk or something. And STOP looking at me like that."
Rio's gaze is hungry, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips.
"Cariña," Agatha says, using the pet name sure to get Rio's attention. It is, after all, one of, like, twenty spanish words she's been taught. The others are not appropriate in this situation. "Go get the baby something to eat, lest you WILL be ferrying him into the next life before long."
Rio rolls her eyes and disappears with a snap. She comes back a few moments later with a bottle full of milk. Agatha is impressed.
"That was quick."
"Our neighbors have a newborn who won't breastfeed. We should have a steady supply for a while."
"Mamí is a thief, isn't she, Nicky?"
Rio's face flushes. "Mamí?" She asks. "Nicky?"
Agatha flushes next. "Oh, right. Sorry. I should have asked. We never spoke of..." She looks down at the baby, who is suckling greedily at the bottle of milk. "We never discussed children, but I...well, as long as we have him." She shrugs, flushing more as Rio studies her. Then a smile spreads over Rio's face.
"Okay," she says, "I'm Mamí. Are you...Mama?"
Agatha shrugs. "We'll see how I do. I didn't exactly have the best role model when it came to mothering."
"You will be ten times the mother Evanora ever was," Rio huffs, spitting on her mother-in-law's name.
"Ten times zero is still zero," Agatha retorts.
"Math?!?" Rio gasps, exaggeratedly, "Methinks you a witch, madam!"
Agatha cackles as she brings their son to the couch, sitting carefully so as not to jostle his meal and cause him to choke.
"My wife is even witchier than I," she says, smiling up at Rio as she follows. Rio sits next to her and puts her arm around Agatha's shoulders and looks down at the baby in her arms.
"Why Nicky?" Rio asks after a long moment of just staring at this little being.
"After my father, Nicholas," Agatha explains. "If he even existed at all."
Rio furrows her brow at that and Agatha shrugs. "Mother said he died before I was born. She said it was because he was weak. I think he just couldn't stand living with her, anymore. She refused to give me his last name, too, so I became another Harkness. How fortunate for me."
"Very," Rio snorts. "You never spoke of your father."
"You never asked, Agatha points out, then sighs. "As far as I know, he never even existed. Mother didn't speak of him until I was nearly grown. Always about how my father would be so ashamed of me, how he would have killed me eons ago, about how I was weak, just like him." She gave Rio a sad smile. "At that point, I knew I couldn't trust her word, so I imagined my father as a sweet, romantic man. One who courted my mother with flowers and handmade jewelry. He was strong, physically, bringing her wood for the fire and good cuts of meat to keep her nourished. Why he loved my crone of a mother, I'll never understand, but I hope that he loved me. Even though we never met."
"I could find out for you," Rio offered. "Shouldn't take long."
Agatha smiled lovingly at her and leaned in to kiss her lips, sweetly, before pulling back.
"Some things," she says, "are just better left to the imagination. You know?"
Rio nods. "Okay," she says, quietly, clearing her throat. "So how about his last name then? Harkness or Vidal? Both? Vidarkness?" She waggles her eyebrows. "Sounds very...witchy."
Agatha laughs, a deep gutteral sound, but not meanly. She reaches for Rio's hand and brings it to her lips, kissing her fingers.
"Scratch," she says, "like my father. Nicholas Scratch."
"Good, strong name," Rio agrees, leaning forward to press her forehead against Agatha's. "Nicholas Scratch. Nicky." She turns her gaze to their son, who has let go of the bottle and is dozing in Agatha's arms now. "Welcome." She runs a finger down his downy cheek.
Ok but manipulative obsessive ballet teacher larissa keeping her star student after hours so they can focus on her technique in more ways than one
AND YOU JUST KNOW SHE’LL HAVE HER HANDS ON HER STUDENT AT ALL TIMES
It’s to help your form she says, definitely not just to see how flustered you can get
Ballet teacher!Larissa x ballerina!reader
A/n: is this becoming a thing? I think it’s becoming a thing. I’m kinda obsessed, could be a little AU for us?👀 also I’d like to note that while I’m not gonna specify age in hopes of inclusivity, reader is around their mid 20’s.
HAH I wrote that back when I thought I was gonna have the ideas and motivation keep writing. Anyways, this is my last draft. Hope you enjoy!!
Warning: unhealthy teacher/student relationship, touching, sexual undertones, little bit of mean Larissa
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“I will say this once and only once. At this level none of you should not need me walking you through every little step like the girls from baby ballet!” Larissa spoke loud enough to fill the room, before signaling the pianist to begin playing.
Everyone ran to form a line across the back of the room, you ending up fifth in line for the exercise. Perfect spot. Only four in front to watch, and be done quickly.
“However you’d like to start, give me four pique turns to the center, four changing fouettés, pas de bourree and close with a triple.”
One by one each student went. Some being sent back to start from the beginning if they messed up, some going without comment, very rarely did she praise anyone.
Your turn came, you started in a simple fifth position, spotting towards the diagonal which just so happened to be exactly where Larissa was standing. You had no trouble keeping your eyes on her.
“Thank you!” She said in a very clearly annoyed tone. “Finally someone who knows how to spot correctly. The rest of you should learn a little from this starting position. Go on, my dear. I apologize for interrupting your start.” You gave a short nod and began your sequence. Everything was going perfectly until the final part, where you failed to complete the third turn, but saved it by landing on fifth.
You quickly got up and were about to scurry back to the beginning but Larissa spoke up. “No need. You were perfect till the very end and at least saved it. Back of the line.”
You smiled, Larissa smiled back, giving you- a wink? Oh you must have been seeing things. She wouldn’t. What an odd thing it would be for her to do. Regardless, you nodded, looking down as you walked past her only for her to stop you in your tracks and tilt your chin up with her pointer finger. “A ballerina walks proudly. She floats with a straight back and gentle steps. Chin up, my dear.”
Surely she could see the dark red blush covering your cheeks, she nodded you off to continue walking, a smile still on her lips.
When she turned to continue the class, her smile fell, and the strict teacher was back.
When everyone was done with diagonal, she called back to center. “That will be all for today. Applaud yourself for the effort and I will see you all tomorrow.” She locked eyes with you as she spoke, before turning to talk to the pianist while everyone packed up and left.
“You. Stay back, my dear.” A few girls looked back, but she was very clearly talking to you. Her direct tone made it seem like you were in trouble, making your heart race.
“O-okay. Should I keep my pointes on?” You spoke as you stopped in the middle of untying the ribbon. “Yes, please do.”
“Is something wrong, ma’am?” You asked softly as you noticed her staring, watching you. She shook her head with a smile. “Nothing at all, darling. You’re a great student, I’d just like to give you a few pointers.”
By the time you finished tying your ribbons back on securely, and stood, walking over to her, everyone else was already gone, even the pianist. And Larissa had closed the door with the last one out.
“I’ll start with how you failed that triple turn. It shouldn’t be much of a difficult thing for someone of your level…” she mutters.
“Yes, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” You said, lowering your head.
Larissa stepped in front of you, so close you could practically feel her breathing as she once again tilted your chin up. “What did I say about ballerinas, sweetheart.”
You blushed at the closeness, this woman was beyond beautiful, and talented. Having her this up close felt like an honor. You felt so small next to her. “They walk proudly.” You answered.
“Good girl. So you do listen.” She stepped back and you immediately missed her presence so close to yours. “Fortunately for you, I do know what happened.”
She rounded you. “Get into fourth, give me a clean double.” You did as told, a clean double pirouette, finishing back in fourth position.
“Good. Now give me a triple, this time focus on what you’re feeling.” Again, you did as told and just like last time fell on the last turn.
“Do you see the problem?” “Yes- I think so.” She nods. “Tell me.”
“My heel is on the floor by the time I’m in the third turn.” She looked at you proudly for a moment. “Very good. You’re dropping your heel. When you do a double it’s no issue because you’re still high on pointe. But you’re turning in demi at the third. No dancer of mine turns in demi at this level. That’s for the little girls. Tell me miss, are you a little girl?”
“I- well- no of course not.” She hummed, bringing a chair in front of the mirror, centered in the room. She pointed at you to move to the center as well as she sat down, crossing her gorgeously long legs.
Any dancer would die for those. You’re sure she was the envy of the whole school back when she was just a student. “You’re acting like it. You turn like it.” Her voice brought you back in the moment.
“Anyone can do a simple turn. I’m sure the damn pianist could come do one for us. Anyone can do a double too. Any one of the juniors at this establishment could. You’re failing, at this age and this level. I mean you can do it, but you don’t do it well.”
“I can. I promise you I can. I’ve done it before!” You rushed to prove yourself to her. She was the last person on earth you wanted to disappoint.
“Well of course you have. You wouldn’t be in this level if you couldn’t pull off a simple triple turn. So what is it? Are you finding the easy way? Is this you being lazy, in my class, miss?”
You wanted to cry at just the idea of disappointing her.. and this was how she saw you? Some lazy brat in an advanced class while she was God herself to you? That wouldn’t do.
“I’ll help you, my girl. You dance beautifully, you move and project emotions the way no other can. But you’re falling at the basics. All the talent and emotion in the world won’t save you if you can’t pull off a good turn. Try to think of any important role to dance which doesn’t turn.”
“There’s not many..” you said quietly. You wanted to bring your head down again, truly, you felt shameful. You could do it, both of you knew that. But you weren’t, why is that? Larissa wondered.
“Not any, my dear.” She sighed, walking behind you. “I want you to try for four turns with me here. I will spin and support you. Just keep that heel up.” You nodded, getting into fourth, and doing a plié before starting your turns.
Larissa’s hands moved quickly around your waist, guiding you through every turn and stopping at the four count. “You’re very capable. You can spot well, you could turn ten times with me here, I bet. But I trust you know that there won’t always be a pas de deux in every show or every dance. There won’t always be somebody to help you turn.”
“Yes I know, ma’am.” She smiled. “Of course you do. You’re a smart girl, my dear.”
“You trust that I won’t let you fall, yet you’re not trusting yourself.” She said, squeezing your hips lightly as she kept her hands in place. “You have the strength to stay up, no doubt. Trusting yourself is just as important.”
“Let’s try to balance on pasé for a few, hm? Get your body comfortable with staying up for a longer time.” She stepped back.
Her eyes were racking over your body. You could feel it, it only made your blush grow deeper. “Slowly. Take your foot from the ground up to your ankle first.” You moved as she spoke, she seemed to approve of that.
“Up your calf… and above your knee. Do not rest it, now hold.” You were perfectly still once she told you to hold position, settling all the shaking in an instant.
“Your breathing cannot interrupt you. I want it to look like you’re not even breathing. Keep that rib cage closed tightly and focus. Imagine there is a string going straight through the center of your body, pulling you up toward the ceiling.”
You breathed slowly, barely. Not even thinking about uttering a word at this moment. “Turning is much easier than balancing. You have more momentum to stay up, and as long as you don’t move and exaggerated amount you can get away with not being perfectly in center with your body. Though you should be.”
You felt the warmth of her hands again. You could see her blurry in the mirror, trying to keep your face straight. You stared right into your own eyes.
Her hands were under your breasts for a moment, pressing down on your rib cage gently. “Tightly closed. Very good, my darling.. very good.” She whispered.
Larissa’s hands caressed your thighs before reaching your knee, spreading your leg a little more open. “I should be able to see you in one line if I were to look at you from the side. Keep your knee aligned with your shoulder.” She spoke softly, having no need for loud words as she was practically pressed up against you.
Your balance shook as she adjusted you, but she didn’t let you fall. Instead helping you find your balance once more before moving on. “You’re focusing too much on me. I’m not even here. Now rest.”
You sighed in relief as she gave that command, letting your pointe trail down your leg the same way it trailed up, until you reached fifth position and got off pointe, allowing yourself to rest.
“That was very good.. I would’ve been a little disappointed had you not done that. Half the girls would rush, out of sheer desperation but you.. you did that stunningly. A very good girl, you are.”
“Thank you, ma’am.. I’ll be honest, I do my best to impress you…” Larissa quirked her brow. “Is that right.. Well, lovely girl, you do a good job at it. Let’s get those turns right and I’ll be even more impressed, proud, even.” Larissa hummed as she traced down your spine with her long fingers, and then reached your skirt.
Shamelessly, she began untying it, removing the garment from your body and throwing it next to her chair. “That thing only makes seeing the things I need to see harder.” You nodded in agreement, feeling your skin heat up as she held your hips for a few moments much longer than necessary.
“We will work on your left side another time. For now I want to focus on getting that left heel to stay up.” She stepped back, moving around you to be in front now. “Give me a triple pirouette.”
You took a deep breath in, breathing out slowly. You moved into fourth position, doing a deep plié before you started.
This time, you stayed up longer, but let your heel fall by the end. Larissa sighed. “Again.”
It went on for some time. Each time you would get closer to doing it right, finally. “Again.”
“Let’s try something. Think about doing four. Set your mind, we’re doing four turns, but remember you’re closing, cleanly, on the third.” You nodded, feeling anxious about how many tries this has already taken. No doubt you felt Larissa was tired of this.
With the thought cemented on your mind, you went for four. Just keep the heel up for four.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three, close it!” You landed it right as she finished speaking, closing on a tight fifth position, your arms rounded and lowered around your bellybutton.
“Absolutely perfect. You did perfect, my dear. That was the cleanest I’ve ever seen you turn.”
“Why’d you count?” You said in a whiny tone and Larissa couldn’t help but chuckle. “You all hate it when I count. But it helped you, didn’t it? I’m just guiding you, my beautiful girl.”
You smiled, “yeah it did help..”
“Come, sweet girl.” With hurting legs you walked to her, standing in front of her with little idea of what exactly to do. But she grabbed your hand and pulled you towards herself, wrapping you in a soft hug.
It was certainly an odd thing to do, but her warmth was something you seeked.. and God, was being in her arms delightful.
She rubbed your sides gently, caressing over your soft leotard. “You did very well, my star. I want to see this progress shown in the next class, yes?” You nodded, nuzzling yourself against her neck without even thinking about it. And breathing in.. she smelled expensive, a little woody but also floral. You wanted to bathe in whatever perfume it was she wore.
“Very good, my girl. It’s time for you to get home.” You almost whined as you pulled away from her, and Larissa hushed you. “Change out of your pointes, and don’t forget your skirt. I have to close up here soon.”
You nodded, going over to your bag and quickly changing into your street shoes and some shorts. “Um, thank you, ma’am. For helping me and everything.”
“It’s a pleasure to help such a delightful student like you, always.” You blushed, waving a quick goodbye before practically skipping out of the room.
Larissa smiled as she saw it written clear across your face, she had you wrapped around her little finger. What a good girl you truly were.
I wanna tie her up and take her so bad my switch go rahhhhh when I see her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
A/N: Requested by no one, I love this hoe so I’m doing it
*✧・゚Listen Agatha is by no means tame when she has a crush
*✧・゚ Like most people would get all tongue tied, but this bitch is bold
*✧・゚It starts out as her being really curious about you, but she can’t quite put her finger on why you stand out so much to her
*✧・゚ The moment she realizes that she has a crush on you, it is absolutely over for everyone
*✧・゚You lived in Westview without even realizing she existed and then one day, boom you can’t get rid of this crazy bitch
*✧・゚she’ll stop you in town just to give you a wide smile and an earful of conversation
*✧・゚ She’s always super touchy with you, and grabs your arms or your waist when she’s speaking with you
*✧・゚Agatha is always enthusiastic as fuck when she speaks to you too like
*✧・゚ “Y/N! Honey, you look stunning! I thought I was the best looking woman in this town, but you’re quite the competition!”
*✧・゚ If anyone in town so much as looks at you, she finds a way to interject if she’s around and makes sure to take up space so you pay attention to her instead
*✧・゚She is always in your house and you have no idea how she does it
*✧・゚ But you don’t necessarily mind considering you secretly love her company even if it might be a little… non-traditional
*✧・゚ always bringing you things
*✧・゚food, presents, clothes, her rabbit, etc
*✧・゚she’ll just start helping you around the house without you even asking her
*✧・゚ Better yet, you come home to fully cooked dinners as a surprise
*✧・゚ The closer you two get, the more impatient she is
*✧・゚Like the second you start flirting back she knows it’s game over and that she has to make a move
*✧・゚She’d probably tell you when you least expect it, like when she’s dropping something off or if she sees you out on the street
*✧・゚she’d say something like “Listen, sugar. You’re single, and I’m clearly available-”
*✧・゚ you’d ask “What about Ralph?”
*✧・゚ in which she’d respond, “Who? Oh him… Yeah… Anyway, you’re single, and I’m clearly available so why don’t we get this show on the road, hm?”
*✧・゚You’d ask, “Agnes, what are you talking about?”
*✧・゚“I’m asking you on a date, Y/N. You and me, the whole shabang. What do you say, cutie?”
*✧・゚doesn’t even acknowledge her fake husband bc she’s so infatuated with you
*✧・゚ fuck ralph lives ig
*✧・゚ but of course you accept and she’s all giddy and cryptic about it
*✧・゚ “Great! See you tonight, hun!” and then prepares to give you the date of a LIFETIME
*✧・゚ like fr get ready bitch bc she’s gonna go all out whether you like it or not
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this is ab shifting. you cant convince me otherwise.
gibson girl visualizer ❤️
Cupid abilities
Cupids are enchanting beings of love and warmth, often depicted with gentle features, feathered wings, and a playful, yet deeply empathetic demeanor. They carry a magical bow and arrows that spark feelings of affection, connection, and joy. With soft voices, kind eyes, and a radiant aura, cupids can sense and heal matters of the heart, inspiring love and harmony wherever they go. Their presence brings a soothing comfort, as if they carry the very essence of kindness and romance, helping people find true connection and peace in their lives.
Love arrows - The classic cupid ability to shoot arrows that make people fall in love or enhance existing affection.
Empathy - The power to perceive and interact with the emotions of others
Bond strengthening - The ability to reinforce or strengthen bonds between people, helping existing relationships grow deeper.
Soulmate sensing - Detecting true matches or soulmates, helping to guide people toward meaningful connections.
Heart healing - The power to ease emotional pain, soothe broken hearts, or help people recover from past relationships.
Attraction amplification - Temporarily heightening attraction between people, allowing potential connections to form more easily.
Charm aura - Radiating an aura that makes those around them feel comfortable, safe, and open to love or friendship.
Emotion manipulation - The subtle ability to calm jealousy, soften anger, or brighten sadness, setting the stage for positive emotions.
Invisible presence - The ability to become unseen, allowing cupids to work their magic unnoticed or observe relationships discreetly.
Empathy linking - Creating a brief link between two people, letting them feel each other’s emotions and understand one another better.
Anti-love defense - Protecting against malicious influences that would disrupt love, such as jealousy spells or dark emotional energies.
Feathered wings - light or pastel colors, or may even have a golden sheen, adding to their enchanting look.
Radiant eyes - often gold, pink or blue
Soft features
Heart-themed clothing or jewelry
Rosy cheeks
Ethereal glow
Bow and arrows
Floral or sweet fragrance
Graceful movements
Soft voice
Youthful appearance
It's really pink
I made this whole thing in school
I genuinely have a massive crush on my s/o
when you scold wanda for the chaos she caused and she gives you this 'sad abandoned puppy' look
Luke 2 - retold version
At that time, the Roman Emperor Caesar Augustus issued a decree that everyone in the empire must be registered in a census. This meant that each person had to travel to their ancestral hometown.
Joseph, a descendant of King David, lived in Nazareth in Galilee. He went to Bethlehem, David’s hometown, with Mary, who was engaged to him and expecting a child.
While they were there, the time came for Mary to give birth. She gave birth to her firstborn son, wrapped him in strips of cloth, and laid him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn.
That night, some shepherds were staying out in the fields nearby, watching over their flocks. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone all around them. The shepherds were terrified, but the angel said, “Don’t be afraid! I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. Today, in Bethlehem, a Savior has been born. He is the Messiah, the Lord. You will find him wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Then, a vast host of angels appeared, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”
When the angels returned to heaven, the shepherds said, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened!” They hurried to the village and found Mary and Joseph, with the baby lying in the manger.
After seeing him, the shepherds told everyone what the angel had said about this child. All who heard their story were amazed. Mary treasured these things in her heart and thought about them often. The shepherds went back to their fields, praising God for everything they had seen and heard.
Eight days later, the baby was circumcised and officially named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he was conceived.
When the time came for Mary and Joseph to follow the purification laws, they brought Jesus to the temple in Jerusalem to dedicate him to the Lord, as the Law of Moses required. They offered a sacrifice of two doves or pigeons, which was the customary offering for those who couldn’t afford a lamb.
At the temple, there was a man named Simeon. He was righteous and devout, eagerly waiting for the Messiah to come and rescue Israel. The Holy Spirit had revealed to him that he wouldn’t die before seeing the Lord’s Messiah.
Moved by the Spirit, Simeon went to the temple. When Mary and Joseph brought Jesus to be dedicated, Simeon took the baby in his arms and praised God:
“Lord, now I can die in peace,
as You have promised.
I have seen Your salvation,
prepared for all people—
a light to reveal You to the nations,
and the glory of Your people Israel.”
Mary and Joseph were amazed at what Simeon said. Then Simeon blessed them and told Mary, “This child is destined to cause many in Israel to rise and fall. He will be a sign from God, but many will oppose him. And a sword will pierce your own soul, too.”
There was also a prophetess named Anna, an elderly widow who lived in the temple and worshiped God with fasting and prayer day and night. When she saw Jesus, she gave thanks to God and spoke about him to everyone waiting for the redemption of Jerusalem.
When Mary and Joseph had done everything required by God’s law, they returned to Nazareth in Galilee. Jesus grew up healthy and strong, filled with wisdom, and God’s favor was upon him.
Every year, Jesus’ parents traveled to Jerusalem for the Passover Festival. When Jesus was twelve years old, they went as usual. After the festival ended, they started their journey home, but Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem without them realizing it.
Assuming he was with the group, they traveled for a day before they began looking for him among their relatives and friends. When they couldn’t find him, they returned to Jerusalem to search for him.
After three days, they found him in the temple, sitting among the teachers, listening to them, and asking questions. Everyone who heard him was amazed at his understanding and answers.
When Mary and Joseph saw him, they were astonished. Mary said, “Son, why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been frantic, searching for you everywhere!”
Jesus replied, “Why were you searching for me? Didn’t you know I must be in my Father’s house?” But they didn’t fully understand what he meant.
Jesus returned to Nazareth with them and was obedient to them. Mary treasured all these things in her heart.
Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and people.
i feel so, like, SO uncomfortable whenever i search for anythinmg about my s/o (like photos on pinterest) and something about my s/o and their canonical partner pops up LMAOOOOO. i feel like… idk, like i'm forcing them to "break up" just to be with me, and it makes my insany ass feel like the "villain" of the story 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 (?????!???!?!?!?!??????!?!?!??!?!??!!!)