#✝️ : faith

[faithinhimforevr]

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[99-and-1poplin]

[justjesusyall]

my notes from evening bible study at jesus camp :)

[crackcancer]

Never forget. Keep your faith and you will be blessed by God!!!

[neetily]

Just Hanging Out — M!Robin, M!Kylar, M!Whitney, M!Sydney

— ✧ warnings: Piss kink, pissing, Cockwarming, Fingering, Creampie — ✧ word count: 1,117 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

Late at night, when most of the orphanage has went to bed and all the lights are out lest Bailey shows up to shout expletives; a bright screen illuminates your face. Robin's, too, though less so with the way he's got you situated on his lap, the low drone from the video game filling the room does very little to hide his huffed breaths heaved from behind you. Brushing up against your neck, your back to his chest; it's rather warm, isn't it? Both of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, controller in his twitching hands resting between your legs. You're so soft, did you know that? Completely exposed and trembling against him, letting out little gasps for air and bitten back moans. Gotta stay quiet, he'd reminded you. The late night gaming session paired with his head buried in the crook of your neck, half closed eyes just barely focusing on the blurry screen in a half hearted attempt to pass the next level, cock buried deep in your squishy cunt for you to squirm on. It's his favourite way to game, he decides, forcing you to endure cockwarming him as some sort of private game only he can play with you. Even if you can't be as loud as he'd like to make you, feeling you struggle to sit still enough for him to win the game is addictive, drooling over your sensitive neck in mutual frustration. The casual setting just getting to him when he's balls deep in you, struggling himself. Who will win, do you think?

Though he'd never encourage it, seeing your pretty face show up in the library as you skip classes to be with him is secretly Sydney's favourite sight. Reading time, right? That, similarly, is his favourite time of day. Pulling out a new book, getting you situated on a seat in a hidden corner of the library with him by your side, pressed shoulder to shoulder so that you can see the words too. It's fun getting to read with you, not just because he enjoys experiencing new things with you, a shared interest in literature is a good way to spend some time together, he thinks. But also, more selfishly, because the cute way you shift in your seat as he pushes another finger into your little cunt is by far the best part of it all, no? Slowly, almost lazily, fucking his fingers into you. One by one, never missing a beat in the story as he finger fucks in and out of you idly, cock straining in his dress pants from the blatantly loud squelch your cunt makes in the relatively quiet library. Curling his fingers against your sweet spot when he's knuckle deep, only taking a break from the story to gently remind you to hush, you're in the library, when you start to moan a little too loud for his liking. He can't help but to tease you!

Kylar can't seem to focus on anything useful when you ask him how his day was, finding it difficult to keep his lewd expressions contained when you're bouncing on his cock so well like that. His tummy filled with butterflies at the way you seem to act so... Casual, as if you weren't riding him into the sheets below right now, his nervous fingers digging into your hips with a thick gulp. He can never answer you appropriately when you take to engaging in small talk while fucking him, his voice coming out all strained and broken. F-fine, he usually responds with; regardless of if that's true or not. It's just, well... Fuck, he feels so fucking stupid when you circle your hips on his lap like that, eyelashes fluttering shut as you continue to talk absentmindedly. Like you couldn't care less for his answer, God that's so hot. What did you do today, Kylar? as you drag your hips forward, grinding your pretty puffy clit against his pelvis, still yet looking unbothered by the way his cock throbs inside of you. I, uh... I don't know, nothing? he answers with a moan, back arching off the sheets when you drag your hips back down his pulsing cock. Did you at least eat well today? you ask nonchalantly, and his mind is so fucking blank from the inane conversation and bland tone you adopt that he hasn't even got the chance to warn you of his approaching orgasm before he shoots a load inside of you, cheeks red hot at the realisation that he's came to mere chitchat. That's how much he loves you, gasping a quick no to answer your previous unimportant question as you effortlessly milk him with a bored expression.

He knew you'd be in here like clockwork, waiting for him to show up like how he always does every morning before classes start. The mundanity of it all is exciting to Whitney, swinging the bathroom stall open to find you standing where you should be, toying with the hem of your shirt in assumed giddiness for the daily ritual. So normal is the routine, in fact, that he no longer has to prompt you into pulling your skirt up for him, the sight of your no panties aiding his fat cock to harden as he whips it out above the toilet. There's no need to use it though, is there? Stroking himself once or twice to make sure he's fully hard, enough to easily glide his twitching tip into your tight little hole just in time, too. You should be thankful he refuses to use the bathroom at home, dealing with the uncomfortable pressure in his tummy all the way to school just for you. A quite hiss escaping him at the warm feeling that immediately wraps around him, little cunt instantly coaxing piss to stream out from his erection as if begging to be used. His own personal toilet, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you pressed snug against him, unable to stop the barely there humps inside of you as he pisses, emptying himself into his favourite hole. Huffing right against your ear as he bends his upper body into you, marking your insides with his piss, just keeping the freaks away from my slut, he reminds you. And it's a long piss too, some of it dripping from your filled up hole to coat his cock, dribbling down to the actual toilet under you as he finishes with a shaky sigh. And that's all he ever does, pulling out to gently dab himself clean now that's he's done pissing. See ya in an hour or somethin' he taps your cheek twice before leaving.

[dracwife]

[katusjuice]

Okok, i’ll stop spamming about faith-

They are the best of friends (they laugh like beavis and butthead)

John is such a loser:

[starfayy]

This

Just—

This

[pinestripe37]

You do realize you’ve chosen to make a man-made religion your identity — much like some have chosen to make man-made gender stereotypes into theirs. It’s no different. It’s a belief system people exaggerate and use to define themselves.

It doesn’t have to be that way.

It's less about religion and more about Jesus Christ Himself. My identity -and Salvation- rests not on what I do, but what He's done for me and the Love with which He's loved me.

This is about Who I want to, get to, am blessed to spend the rest of eternity with. It's about belonging, about rejoicing, about being held securely forever.

And I believe it's very different- because stereotypes are indeed man-made, while as a daughter of Christ I'm blessed to identify with the One who made me. Using man-made labels only overcomplicates life, so the way out is to instead identify with the Creator. To let the Artist define you as His Artwork.

Another contrast I want to point out is that stereotypes can never define all of you, they don't cover your entire life and in the end I believe they don't really matter at all..

Unlike a finite label, having a Relationship with the Lord is what my whole life orbits around. He is my Life, my Purpose; and each area of my life from using my gifts and hobbies to bring Him glory, to thanking Him for the food on my table, to falling asleep at night in the shelter of His Grace, to the very breath He's put in my lungs- it's all about walking with Him. It's about Him and that's so incredibly beautiful to realize.

My identity is found not in stereotypes, but rather in the Truth of Who created me, Who Saved my life, Who's always with me, and Who everlastingly loves me the most. This Truth, unlike labels, is ever-present and completing.

And I suppose it really doesn't have to be this way- as an innocent Man Jesus didn't have to die on the cross for me. A Holy God doesn't have to let us call ourselves His. And yet by His Grace.. He loves us.

And I can't think of a more beautiful identity than to be Loved.

[floralcavern]

When someone asks me why I’m Catholic, this is my response:

Well, I’m not Catholic because I was raised Catholic. Yes, that’s why I’m in the religion in the first place, but it’s not the reason I still call myself one. Tell me, would you rather live in a world where you will just live and die, and there’s nothing beyond that? Where we just exist and not for some greater purpose? I love being Catholic because it makes me feel at peace with not only myself, but with the other people around me. To know I was made in the image and likeness of God, and everyone else around me was too, and the fact the God is all good and all loving.. how can that not be a wondrous truth to live by? That everyone is capable of good, that everyone is capable of love, that everyone is capable of changing. It makes me happy to know that the Bible has so many religious figures who weren’t perfect. Some of our greatest religious figures did some horrible things, Abraham saying Sarah was his sister, Paul having been a Christian persecutor, and Simon having denied Jesus three times after he died. But they changed. Everyone is capable of change. Of living their life in love. And the easiest way to live your life in love is by following and seeking out God, who is love. The fact that the most powerful being in the universe isn’t some cruel thing who just wants to hurt us, make sacrifices to, etc, but just wants us to love and be kind. In Catholicism, our purpose isn’t just to exist. It’s to be loving.

That’s why I’m Catholic. Because it’s a religion based around love and joy.

[faithinhimforevr]

[99-and-1poplin]

[justjesusyall]

as much as i dislike crying to worship music (i like my music to cheer me up), i think it’s a good thing that it’s affecting me as much as it is recently. it show that my soul is alive and receiving the Holy Spirit. don’t be afraid to show emotion when you’re praising the Lord :)

[tatesfaith]

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." John 1:1 🗒️🕊️✞

[goosebreakroom]

Instead of dumping this on my scrap blog I’m just gonna post this all here since it fits

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[danger-fazerblaster]

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