#A Gathering of Old Men

[artandthebible]

The Israelites Gathering Manna in the Desert

Artist: Peter Paul Rubens (Flemish, 1577-1640)

Date: c. 1626-1627

Medium: Oil on wood

Collection: Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Los Angeles, CA, United States

The Israelites Gathering Manna in the Desert

During the forty years between the time the Israelites left Egypt and entered the Promised Land, they faced harsh conditions, including a scarcity of food. To alleviate this problem, God miraculously provided the Israelites with “bread from heaven,” called “manna.” The manna appeared each morning, and the Israelites were given specific instructions on gathering it (see Exodus chapter 16). What was manna? Interestingly, the Israelites asked the very same question: “When the people of Israel saw it, they said to one another, ‘What is it?’ For they did not know what it was. And Moses said to them, ‘It is the bread that the LORD has given you to eat’” (Exodus 16:15). The Hebrew word translated “manna” literally means “what is it?”

The Bible nowhere discusses the chemical composition of manna. All we are told is that “it was like coriander seed, white, and the taste of it was like wafers made with honey” (Exodus 16:31). Numbers 11:7 states that manna’s appearance was like “bdellium” or “resin.” Psalm 78:24 refers to manna as “grain from heaven,” and the next verse calls it “bread of angels.” So, manna seems to have been literal bread that God caused to miraculously appear each morning during the Israelites’ wilderness wanderings. The miracle of manna ceased shortly after the Israelites entered the Promised Land (Joshua 5:12).

[massgrav]

Most-Holy Daddy is dead let's all sexualize the next one

[imahotkn1fe]

More Holland X Vortails sketches because I can't stop thinking about them

Poor Holland he has to endure my horniness

[purpleskelet0n]

HELLO TUMBLR! LIFE AND SCHOOL HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS BUT THINGS HAVE BEEN GOING GREAT RECENTLY but most importantly...

EVERYONE!!! MEET MAPES! OR MS.MAPLE!

We adopted her just yesterday and she's already come out of her shell so much, went from the laundry room to being right beside me as I type this! she's 13 weeks old and is a total sweetheart.

the creation of Adam, 1519...

[doobledabbadoo]

Is there anything you think Mr. Grumpy and Mr. Grumble have their differences on?

great question, honestly! besides their visual differences, they’re more or less the same character. how could we differentiate one grouchy old fart from another?

to be honest, its... pretty difficult, i wont lie, but heres just some of my general thoughts:

i feel mr grumble would generally be a bit more abrasive than mr grumpy. sure, mr grumpy is far from the kindest and most sociable man in dillydale, but at the very least, he tries to be polite. meanwhile, mr grumble is even easier to irritate, and would likely confront someone sooner than mr grumpy usually would.

mr grumble despises pigs and the idea of being one, mainly because of how he associates them with some less than savory experiences with wizards. because of this, i like to headcanon he's more active and athletic than someone like mr grumpy. not that mr grumpy has a fair bit of muscle on him, too, but considering he's regularly seen fishing or watching tv in his own place, i doubt he could beat mr grumble in a race.

this is all i can think of at the moment. there's not too much different about them, but i frankly dont mind! i think having characters that aren't all sunshine & rainbows can be good for potential stories that take place in dillydale!

also, here's something i typed out but didn't include in the main list because, well, it wasn't an actual difference between the two, but i wanted to include it here nonetheless, so here it is!

something interesting about the both of them is that they both have other characters that gravitate towards them, those two being mr tickle and mr bump. mr tickle is more adamant to learn mr grumpy's "secrets" (wanting him to admit he likes physical touch), mr bump's more superstitious about his inevitable bad luck and believes that mr grumble brings him good luck after being saved twice by him. this says more about the distinction between mr tickle & mr bump than it does the two grouches, but i just wanted to point that out because i thought it was interesting.

once again, tysm for your ask ^^

[jonny-be-gewd]

I'm in love with Jon Hamm.

[britneyshakespeare]

also sorry this peer feedback i got on my cymbeline/young king essay is making me melt <3 someone who fucking GETS IT!!!!

[daincrediblegg]

Had to drop by and say I am so glad to have found another pervert whose in love with Jackson Lamb.

He’s so fine 😭🫡

God has there ever been finer? Never. James Bond (any iteration) has nothing on this man.

[mrnamormckenzie]

non-namor post but i think trans man yelena is cool. but i also think every trans man is cool. trans man yelena fans unite. idk. i just liek it. trans man yelena and trans man bucky and actually trans men thunderbolts. because i want too.

[larphis]

Continued listening to WTNV to distract myself and I gotta say I always knew that I was emotionally fragile but I didn‘t know that I was „almost cried over a fictional gay wedding in a podcast"-emotionally fragile.

[zukkaoru]

i can't get over fukuchi referring to aya as "one of jouno's men" like.. what. jouno has one friend (who he pretends he hates) and three coworkers (who he only likes on certain days) and doesn't talk to anyone else besides criminals he's psychologically tormenting. where are these "men" jouno supposedly has. tell me fukuchi. you think he has people bowing to his every whim, apart from tecchou? you think he has people besides tecchou who like him? don't get me wrong, i adore jouno. but he isn't a likable person. he hates people. he's extremely antisocial. he only depends on himself - that's the whole reason he fails in his fight against fukuchi. the only army he'd ever command would be one someone else gave him reign over. where would he be getting these men from. in four days, no less. why does fukuchi seem to think he's formed an entire coup. how long has jouno been working under you? how long have you known him? yeah maybe next time pay more attention to the people right next to you who could become your enemies instead of being jealous fukuzawa chose parenthood over being your war bf.

[windydrawallday]

... Did I ever show [Specthor] 's human design here? Exception for the art trade illustration by my buddy Skully, that I need to print on my journal now that I remember

[wanderingmausoleum]

getting the make another sideblog itch again…this time for writing/OC and history-related topics, because my special interest in the world wars (particularly WW1 atm) has returned with a vengeance and i have ideas for stuff i want to write set in that period…what say you, dear readers

[pan3m]

might put plutarch on here . btw

[mishkakagehishka]

Me when i dream of lil Mika but it's another nightmare

[kingkaisen]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒!

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: MINORS DNI — fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘! - NANAMI

Kento Nanami is a gentleman.

He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.

However, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.

The two of you are attending an important gathering related to his corporate job. There’s expensive drinks, classical music, and soft chatter.

You and Nanami make your way around, engaging in small talk while sipping on champagne, and Nanami’s large hand is pressed against your back.

You’re having a conversation with the wife of his boss, and Nanami’s hand starts to go lower and lower, and he grabs your ass rather quickly. You keep your composure, but Nanami’s breath hitches a bit as he clears his throat.

Feeling your ass, even just for a second, was starting to make him lose control.

“Sorry, if you’ll excuse us for a moment,” Nanami suddenly says before dragging you away.

He takes you into one of the bathrooms and shoves you up against the sink.

“Kento,” you whine. “We’re at a gathering.”

“I know,” he whispers into your ear. “I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Nanami starts to grind his hard, clothed dick against your ass, moaning softly.

You simply looked too phenomenal in that dress. As his hard cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants, the only form of relief came when your ass rubbed against it.

“We need to leave,” he grips your hips, pressing himself against you even more as you gripped the edges of the bathroom counter. “If I don’t take you home now, I’ll cum right in my pants.”

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑! - GOJO

Satoru Gojo was ready to stuff you with his seed as soon as you both made it home after your wedding.

He had often dreamed about having children with you, but in particular, he wanted to fill you up until he couldn’t physically cum anymore.

Gojo thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace. His hand was pressed underneath your knee as he held your leg back, as close to your chest as he could. You could feel him inside of you even more that way. The thick veins running along his cock rubbed your walls deliciously, and the way your body jerked from his thrusts were starting to make you dizzy.

And he couldn’t get enough. By now, he had finished inside of you already, but he had to do it a second time. Perhaps, a third time as well.

His balls tightened as another orgasm started to overwhelm him, and he groaned.

“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” he warned. “I’m gonna cum deep inside of you. You’re gonna take it all for me, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I gotta fill you up — I have to.” As another load of his cum shot out of his aching dick and inside of you, he pressed a hand down against your stomach.

“You feel it?” He continued to thrust and moan. He needed to stuff you as much as he could. “You feel my cum, don’t you?”

“There’s so much of it,” you said with a soft moan.

He was still cumming and cumming, and it didn’t seem like he would ever stop. And, god, he hoped he wouldn’t somehow.

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! - GETO

Suguru Geto was a man who always knew what to say. His words were always powerful and wise.

They were also downright filthy, too.

No matter where you both were — at dinner in a nice restaurant, in the movie theater, at the airport — Geto couldn’t help but press his lips against your ear, and whisper something he knew would get your panties wet.

Today in particular, you were both at the grocery store, waiting in line patiently with a cart full of food.

Suddenly, Geto pressed himself against your backside. To nearby shoppers, he simply seemed like an affectionate partner, but you knew what was coming.

Geto leaned down a bit, his warm breath patting against your ear.

“Let’s head home after this. I really wanna eat your pussy before dinner. Let’s see how much of your cum I can swallow.”

“Suguru,” you whispered softly. “We’re in public.”

“No one can hear me, sweet girl. I bet I could reach my hand into your pants and rub your clit, and no one would notice. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I-”

“Shhh,” he smiled a bit, although you couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we get home, but once we do, we’re gonna fuck and fuck all night long.”

He gave your ear a slow, little lick, and stepped away from you, grinning as he started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐘! - CHOSO

“Please,” a soft, desperate whine fell from Choso’s lips. “Make me cum again, please.”

The gorgeous guy started to squirm around beneath you, attempting to raise his hips, chasing the feeling of your tight cunt around him.

“Ride me again,” Choso gripped your hips. “Please ride me again.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he started to glide you up and down along his cock, moaning softly.

“You’re so impatient,” you teased. Despite your words, you helped him out by pressing your hands against his chest, and riding him once again.

“Oh my god,” Choso whispered. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, okay? I need to cum again.”

Your pussy milked his cock until he could no longer form any coherent sentences.

“Baby, please . . . shit, baby. I can’t hold it, I can’t- please, oh fuck.”

Moan after moan fell from between his pretty lips, and without warning — he couldn’t speak well enough to say anything — Choso shot another load of cum right inside of you.

You both paused to catch your breath, but not for long, as Choso started to squirm around once again.

“Another,” he whined softly. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again . . . I wanna cum again.”

𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑! - TOJI

When Toji Fushiguro asked to come to your house, you thought nothing of it.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come over, but little did you know, he had a habit of snooping around.

He liked to see what kind of things you had in your home, and eventually, he knew by heart what brand of toothpaste you preferred and whether you kept certain condiments in the fridge or in the cabinet.

But, his favorite place to snoop was in your bedroom.

Often, he’d say, “I’m gonna go piss,” while getting up from the couch and making his way down the hall. But he never went into the bathroom.

He’d go into your bedroom instead and open your drawer, growing hard at the sight of your undergarments.

He’d typically just steal one pair of panties and shove them into his pocket.

But it wasn’t good enough.

After all, your underwear smelled like detergent. It didn’t smell like you — or, more specifically, your sweet pussy.

That was when he snuck into your laundry room and went into your dirty clothes hamper, digging until he found the perfect pair of used panties.

He shoved them into his pocket, and returned to the living room.

Later on, when he got home, he put those panties right into his mouth, jerking off as he daydreamed about eating your pussy. It was magical, especially now that he knew how it would taste.

Then, he laced those panties around his hard cock, fucking his fist as he shot load after load into the soft material, moaning your name as he did so.

🏷: @sad-darksoul