#don't be afraid

[arcaiden]

Some more painting practice with Armand! Sometimes you just gotta eat a heart ❤

[ominous-signs]

On vacation we passed by a fruit stand that had one sign that was like, “buy fruit here” or something and another one which said “Don’t Be Afraid.” The deepest regret of my life is not taking a picture of it to submit to this blog, and we didn’t pass it again.

Official ominous sign

[thewordfortheday]

It’s not over, until Jesus says it’s over.

All the odds were against Jairus. His daughter was dying. Jesus said to him, “Don’t be afraid, only believe.”  So many were the obstacles in the way of his miracle. He was in a hurry. Please let the crowds disperse, he wished, it’s an emergency! “Please hurry Jesus!”, he wanted to say. He couldn’t get to do it. And then the woman with the issue of blood touches Him. Jesus asks, “Who touched me?”  Further delay. By now news arrives that his daughter is dead.  Now he is desperate.  He said, “Just believe”, didn’t He?  Finally, Jesus goes with him to his house. He sees people wailing and mourning. Jesus says “She’s only sleeping.”  The people begin to mock now and Jesus throws them out and raises Jairus’ daughter back to life.

No situation is so desperate that Jesus cannot work. Disease, delays, and even death are under His control. Jesus goes with you to the place of disappointment and sorrow and meets your needs. No matter how depressing your situation may appear like Jairus, "Do not be afraid; only believe”.

[thegoodmorningman]

Have Fun! Get Stupid!! Go Psycho!!! HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

(Spoilers of Scrooge: A Christmas Carol)

Fraternal Consolation

Sherlock’s fascination with the macabre did not extend to the supernatural. Not even as a child. Ghost stories scared him shitless.

“There is no logic behind it, Myc,” he complained.

“Quite so,” his older brother agreed. “Nevertheless, they can be entertaining, and this film – which is a classic – also contain moral.”

“Boring!” Sherlock exclaimed and pouted.

The brothers were home for the holidays and Mycroft had insisted they watch Scrooge: A Christmas Carol.

“Dickens, Myc? Seriously?” the young boy scoffed.

“It is based on the Dickens novel, yes. However, I think you might find it interesting.”

Mycroft had chosen the adaptation from 1951 with Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge. To Sherlock’s surprise he quite liked the start with the dramatic music. Also, he didn’t mind in the slightest that the film was in black and white. It felt more authentic like that, and this was not his first monochrome film. He was after all nearly seven years old.

Unlike their respective peers, the Holmes brothers did not indulge in treats – savoury or otherwise – when they watched a film. Notwithstanding his disinclination, Sherlock wanted to stay focused, which eating and chewing would only disrupt. 

***

Sherlock quite liked Mr Sim: he played the grumpy businessman excellently. To some extent, the young boy understood his irascibility. Even at his age, Sherlock had encountered enough idiots to last a lifetime, thank you very much!

When a man’s face appeared on Scrooge’s doorknocker, though, Sherlock got a bad feeling in his stomach. He inched a bit closer to his brother, but he was unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. When invested in something, William Sherlock Scott Holmes’ perseverance was staunch. That didn’t mean he couldn’t seek comfort from his brother. He was after all not yet seven years old.

As the bell started to chime – without moving an inch – followed by the growl from what sounded like a gigantic hound, Sherlock felt like his curls had turned straight. He didn’t even register that he sat flush against Mycroft’s side. To his brother’s credit, he kept silent about it.

***

The Ghost of Christmas Past sent Sherlock’s heart racing like it did when he ran through the forest with Redbeard, but not in that exhilarating way the running evoked. To his horror, an anguished sound escaped him, which made him want to punch his brother for suggesting this fascinating but also horrific film.

“Don’t be afraid, brother mine,” Mycroft said softly and put his arm around Sherlock, pulling him closer.

“I’m not a baby, Myc,” Sherlock protested, but he was unable (unwilling) to withdraw from the embrace.

His brother said nothing, but his arm stayed where it was, and if Sherlock snuggled into the warmth emanating from Mycroft’s body, neither of them mentioned it.

It was slightly disconcerting to see Mr Scrooge smile and cheer up when he watched himself dancing. Sherlock had grown so custom to the man’s scorn and horror, that the laugh and glee seemed indecent.

Something warm rolled down Sherlock’s cheeks when the young Ebenezer’s sister died, and she begged him to take care of her infant son. He rested his head on Mycroft’s shoulder and whispered: “Don’t ever die, Myc.” 

His brother still didn’t speak, but Sherlock thought his inhale was a bit more unsteady than usual, and his grip on Sherlock tightened.

***

The next spirit – The Ghost of Christmas Present – wasn’t terrifying at all. It looked like an intermingling between Father Christmas and the head of the Greek gods, Zeus. Not that Scrooge was less frightened; he was clearly in distress, but he had after all estranged himself from everyone – even his own family.

“You will always be my brother, won’t you, Myc?” Sherlock asked with a trembling voice.

“Of course, Lock. I will be there for you, always. I promise,” Mycroft replied.

His voice was fond, and Sherlock felt a calmness fall over him. 

It only lasted until the third ghost appeared on the telly, though. The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come was dressed in a black hooded cloak, its face hidden. This apparition indicated that Mr Scrooge had died, and the scream when the ghost led him to his gravestone, chilled Sherlock to the core. He hid his face on Mycroft’s chest for a moment, but then Ebenezer started to plead with the ghost, telling it that he had changed his character. Sherlock had an urge to tell the man to not be afraid anymore when he woke up in his bed, but he was after all nearly seven, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of his teenage brother.

***

A happy ending wasn’t Sherlock favourite, but he would definitely make an exception for this film. The tormented man finally made things right, and Sherlock didn’t find his happiness disturbing anymore.

They sat in silence for a while before Sherlock extracted himself from Mycroft’s embrace at the same time as his older brother released him from the tight hold. None of them could look the other in the eye, but the mood between them stayed (almost) friendly until the new year appeared, and they went back to their respective schools.

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[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Apparently and Unfortunately, there's been a... sudden influx in the reposting/editing/claim-it-as-their-own of my arts inside the TikTok world (；′⌒`)

I know, I know, "Weeelll you're famous, sooner or later your arts are gonna be reposted, just deal with it bla bla bla." I get it, but still, the fact that a lot of people do it doesn't mean it's right. I've even let loose by letting it go if they reposted with credits by writing my name on the caption, but of course, majority of time, they get reposted without credits, edited, and then claiming it as their own.

I thank all the reports that have come in into my DM's! I promise I've done what I can to make them take it down, but again, most of the time I get ignored in the DM's.

-> SO ✨ What would be a huge, wonderful help to me, is don't be afraid to comment on the posts/tiktoks that it's sleepyconfusedpotato's art KINDLY. Don't attack them, just leave a comment that the art is not theirs and the art belongs to sleepyconfusedpotato on IG and Tumblr. That way the people that sees it will at least know that it does not belong to the reposter.

Once again, thank you guys so much for reporting these to me, but my efforts alone won't be enough, and of course they'll try to ignore/block me as I'm the actual artist. A thief won't admit to their steals.

Thank you and have a nice day/evening!

[gennsoup]

Don't be afraid, said Gilgamesh. We are together. There is nothing We should fear.

Herbert Mason (trans.), Gilgamesh: A Verse Narrative