#Christian network

[love-others-despite-differences]

Its okay to struggle, we pray so we can overcome it

[spreadingword]

2 Corinthians 5:7

[littlemissmasokitten]

Soon To Be A Peaceful Night Part 1

Pairing: Christian Yu x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Comfort, Fluff.

Synopsis: You and Christian have been together for some months but always kept the relationship far from risky. On a casual date night back at your, a storm begins to brew and the couple's faced with spending the night.

Content: You have a bad history with relationships before Christian, some anxiety responses, comfort character, sweet and slow fluff. Extra Notes: Very loosely based on Christian and not my strongest interpretation of him but figured I'd still share this piece anyway.

Networks: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

Thursday.

Not usually a day known for being too special. Too far from the weekend than anyone would want to be but the closest day anyone's getting to the freedom that comes from a Friday night.

For you though, Thursdays aren't so bad after all.

At the beginning of the year, you could have sworn on your life you'd never date again but here you were, setting the table and getting the house tidied up nicely, like clock work. The time had flown by and to think you'd already moved on and come into a new relationship so soon. The last 3 months together had flown by and in its own ways, it was nice.

It wasn't extremely early he'd ever visit but never too late in the afternoon either so you'd always make a bit of coffee for the two of you, should you ever both need it. You look over your now cleaned well-enough abode, it's not as great as you'd like it to be but what would you expect from only cleaning up the one day a week he comes over? Well enough is good enough, he's coming over for you after all, not the floorboards themselves.

In the living room, you patted down the cushions of your just-spacious-enough couch. You thought back fondly on the first few dates he'd come by and you'd watch shows together a safe enough distance apart but a distance well respected. You could tell there was something special the day the back of his hand brushed against the back of yours and for the first time, you didn't pull away. With a racing heart and a cautious finger, you outstretched yours to fit between two of his own. You gauged his reactions skeptically, only reading the most pleasant of smiles and the kindest of eyes as his hand fell to the side beneath yours. Something in the way your fingers laced together but so loosely, you had all the space to pull away. He seemed kind enough.

You returned to the dining table, a vase of slowly wilting flowers decorating the center. You'd playfully joked back then that roses would be too cliche and should anyone ever bring you flowers, a bunch of irises would be unique enough. Sometimes he listened a little too well really. Nothing would have been wrong with roses but looking at the vase and all the different hues of purple before you brought a light hearted smile to your face.

You pulled out a chair, taking a seat for the first time since you'd gotten up so early to clean. You almost instinctively tilted it toward the chair beside you he's come to be a regular in. It was maybe your second or third dinner date together in those spots. Joking and laughing about anything and everything without a care in the world. That is, up until you'd laughed a little too hard into the hot cocoa and got a bit of whipped cream on your nose. His hand raised for a moment then halted, but before you'd notice, he'd already had his hand on his mug, touching either cheek to the whipped cream. A relief clear as day washed over your senses and strangely enough, you found yourself with a napkin in your hand, thumbing off the mess on his cheek. It all happened so naturally.

A knock on the door pulls you from your memories. For some reason, you'd never gotten comfortable with coming face to face with anyone in the doorway. "Come in!" you'd shouted and the door knob jiggled and turned. Every time he walked through, a ping of anxiety came through but the look in his eyes washed it all away every time. You muster together an all too telling smile "I missed you". A casual tone with the same amount of distance he was all too used to but loved about you anyway. "I missed you too, darling" he says, shutting the door behind him.

Same routine as any other Thursday. He takes off his hat and rests it upside down on a counter nearby. You get up out of your chair as he empties the contents of his pockets into his hat to hug him from behind. "I think I missed you more though~".

You'd play those funny little "I missed you more" "I love you more" games in past relationships not ever meaning more than filler before but these days, each word sank heavily in your chest. With him, you'd really meant it. You held your hands together in front of him, giving him an extra squeeze to which he responded to by placing one hand over the both of yours, his thumb rubbing lightly against the side of your hand. By comparison, his hands were so big but also the most delicate hands you'd ever known. "Well I know I missed you more~" he says. And this time you let him win.

You release your grasp on him and let him finish his routine. "Have you been enjoying work, my love?~" you take a peek at his expression, noting it carefully but it's a consistent, reliable expression that plays on his face. "I have quite a bit honestly. Been working up a new project which, as always, I'll tell you more about once we put it all to paper. Is that all you'd really like to ask about though?~" he says teasingly.

The little bit of mischief catches you off-guard but it always has and he's always meant well by it so it was fine enough. "Well, I guess if you'd insist, then I'd like to know if I look okay for you today". You pull awkwardly at the midsection of your dress, as if it were an effort to model it more for him. "Hardly a question, dear" he responds "you look more and more beautiful with every day". You roll your eyes in response. You wish he'd give you a more honest answer but the look in his eyes never faulter when he says it, you wonder sometimes if he really does mean every word of it.

"Coffee?" you ask. "Yes please".

His footsteps trail along the house and you always listen cautiously to each and every one of them. You feel you can trust him enough but your guard hardly ever comes fully down. When you hear the familiar rustle of pillows as he sinks into the couch, you're met with a usual sense of relief. You walk both coffee mugs over and set them on the little tables on either side of the couch. For a moment you stand there, looking at him blankly. He extends an arm out to the side "Would you like to come snuggle, dear?" and somehow, he nails it every single time. You climb your way into the couch, angling yourself into his embrace with your head on his shoulder.

On days like this, you both set up the tv with a bit of background music and talk a while, catching up on all you both have been up to while you play with his fingers. You stay wrapped up together like that for an hour or so before one of you suggests it might be a good time to start thinking of food. "Oh! I almost forgot, I can get something ready real q-" he pats your head softly "There's no rush, darling. Is there anything you'd have in mind?". "Well, I've still got fresh potatoes and chicken, maybe we could do something with that?" you look into his reaction again, a satisfied smile on his lips "Then let's get started".

You clean up the mugs, noticing he's stayed good on his apparent 2 sip limit. Maybe one day you'll be comfortable enough to share a mug together.

A pot of boiled water, a pan, and a few peeled potatoes later, a basic meal of lemon garlic chicken and mashed potatoes is all prepped and ready for the both of you. He's always a really good cook somehow, it's a miracle he has time to do so well in so many areas of life, even down to caring well for you. It made you curious but skeptical. The skepticism should have drawn you away but it wasn't even an hour later, with both your stomachs full, you laid sideways on the couch, your head comfortably in his lap and your legs dangling off the arm rest. You'd giggle happily as he teased and cared for you. You both had never been so close before and for once, you almost felt like a normal girl again.

The lights flicker, quickly sending a fear back in you, belting up from his lap and looking around. He instinctively pulls you back against his chest. A few last flickers and the power is out entirely. In the darkness of the night, the rustling and crackling of tree branches swatting at the walls and one another can be heard. A heavy down pour of rain echoes through the rough, almost such a consistent white noise, it almost makes sense how you wouldn't have noticed over the music from the tv and the laughter shared between the two of you.

You don't know when it had started but you next noticed he'd been patting your head ever so softly, comforting you through your worries. The feeling of his big arms softly encompassing you felt beyond Heavenly. Somehow, despite everything you'd believed might have once been ruined for you, it sets your heart at ease. The first thing it seems he really doesn't come to notice on his own is the way it makes you relax into his chest. "Goodness, I'm not looking forward to going back out into this weath-" "You can stay!" you cut his line of thought off, and the silence between you two feels louder than ever.

Your brain scrambles to throw anything together "if you uh... because it could be unsafe out there and if you don't have anything to do tomorrow even though I'm sure you're a busy man and I don't expect you to have to rely on me to stay but- and you haven't seen my bed before but IT REALLY IS COMFORTABLE ENOUGH FOR TWO PEOP-" your line of thought is cut off by his hand tracing down your arm, finding the perfect nook beneath your fingers to take hold and squeeze your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

"Only if you'd be okay with me staying, love. Take your time to think on it and hey, whatever you choose, your comfort comes first in my eyes".

It was undeniable that as much as you'd urged him to stay, the words ate away at you at the same rate you'd have spoken. Torn between a sense of duty or guilt and an anxious pit in your stomach screaming for you to stay away. In the midst of the darkness, you meant to clench your fits but squeezed on tight to his hand. You loosened your grip, intent to pull away but as your fingertips dragged across his open palm, unwilling to let go, you held your hand in his once again.

"I entrust myself to you!" you said a little too firmly. His chest rumbled with a stifled laughter "Love, it's just for sleeping, let's go get your room in order then". You quickly agreed, before a quick realization "HEY! How'd you know my room was a mess!" you exclaim. "Darling, the same dishes have sat in the dishwasher the same way the last few weeks. But, if you'd like to insist your room is well kept despite that, I'm fully ready to believe you".

"... I can get my clothes off the floor..."

He pets your head affectionately once again "That's my girl".

You both make due with cleaning in the dark, phone lights illuminating the way as you bestow the gift of dirty laundry into the closet for future you. At the same time, you hear the bed creak as his weight settles in, seated on the edge of a now well made bed. "It's cozy here, you know? From what I can see, it feels very much you." His sincerity is met with only the snarky response of "What? A thorough mess inside and out?" He chuckles at your response a moment before taking a breath. "It's somewhat new to me and yet, it's has a familiar sense of comfort that draws me in". Such a simple response, somewhere deep down, you have a sense he really might get you.

"Yeah yeah, well it's only for tonight so don't get too cozy" you joke, as you both climb into the shared bed, uncertain if you really would only like it to be one night. "Understood" he says a bit too easily, laying on his back and allowing you your space of distance.

Any other moment, that space would be appreciated. But tonight, your heart almost aches from the distance.

"I see how it is. You'll snuggle up to me on the couch only to act like you don't know me anymore once we share a bed~" You say playfully. "Darling, if I hold onto you tonight, it will be for the entire night~" he jokes back. You smile to yourself. "I'm not so sure about that...~" "Only one way to find out" he remarks.

With that, you lean into his embrace. He pulls you close to his chest and you make yourself comfortable tucking your head under his chin. The odd chill in the house caused by the rain conflicted with the perfect warmth of his body and the softness of his skin the way his arms wrapped around you. The scent on his body so faint but mesmerizingly cozy. You nuzzled closer, trying to take in the scent a bit clearer but your exhaustion of an emotional rollercoaster of a day getting the best of you. Your breath slows as you begin to fall asleep, delicately in his arms.

One last gentle kiss on the head and the hushed whispers of words are all you manage to take in before falling into a peaceful rest.

"Sweet dreams, my love. I've got you."

[acupoftaewithsomesuga]

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Solo Christian Yu Audio

a/n• In celebration of making a network with my amazing friend @rems-writing I wanted to make a solo audio of DPR Ian (Christian). I hope you guys enjoy it! And if you all wanna joining our network @othersideoutlawsnetwork please feel free to apply! Applications are open!

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You loved to tease Christian while you were at work. You would often send him suggestive messages saying how you would be on all fours for him when you got home or how your core was soaked just thinking about him in a meeting. Christian was used to it and always just brushed it off knowing that there was no honesty in your claims. One day at work there was nothing to do but sit around and your thoughts started to wander. You thought about how Christain would touch and make love to you after stressful days at work. Or how he would tell you to get on your knees after dinner dates so you could take him down your throat. You looked at your phone and started to text him. You were casually making small talk and asking him what he was doing. The replies were normal until he sent you a picture of him at his desk making music. This was your queue to send him a picture back. You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping that no one would walk into the office as you unbuttoned your button-down. You wanted to tease him just a little bit only revealing your lace bra under your shirt, your boobs sitting nicely. You snapped a picture and sent it to him. You sat in silence for a while waiting for him to reply. Little did you know Christian was looking at his screen with a shocked expression. He couldn’t believe you were sending him pictures like this at work. “Aren’t you afraid your boss will walk in princess?” You couldn’t help but smile at his message knowing he was trying to act concerned knowing damn well he was eager to see more. “He’s not here this week baby.” you texted back with another image attachment. Your bare chest was exposed for him to see, your hand between your thighs. You watched as the chat bubble flared up and down, indicating that he was typing. A few minutes went by and you didn’t hear anything from Christian. You started to type but before you could press send you were sent an audio message followed by a text saying “You have no idea what you do to me babygirl.”

[raks777]

HE LOVES YOU! YES YOU

[imnotkosmic]

Hey, y'all! I don't normally do this, but could y'all please pray for my mum? She's been in the hospital for 1-2 weeks with a brian bleed, and she's been in a coma for awhile now (because of all the meds they've given her) and they're gonna start slowly waking her up. They say at first she probably won't even remember who we are, so please pray for a speedy recovery! Thank you ❤️❤️

[butch-enjoyer]

The more I learn about Christianity, the more it sounds like an apocalyptic religion.

Oh you eat your God and drink the it's blood?

You are waiting for the return of your God and it will also start the apocalypse?

[cb-reblog]

[abagofmagictrix]

When it comes to playing animated villains, Christian Slater is pretty underrated.

(He literally just plays a dick version of himself in Archer and I find that stupidly funny for some reason)

[heresylog]

At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law, Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. When they continued to question him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.

At this, a large stone was hurled, striking the woman in the face. And when Jesus stood, and looked around in shock, to see who had done this thing, dismay and anger crossed his face. And he cried out, “Seriously, Mom?”

[spreadingword]

1 John 4:19

[littlemissmasokitten]

Welcome Two The After Show Part 2

Pairing: Possessive Boyfriend Christian Yu x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 900 Words

Genre: Smut (Minors DNI)

Synopsis: Smutty continuation of Welcome To The Aftershow

Content Warning: Smut, fingering, hair grabbing, biting, marking, crying, pet names (darling, baby, beautiful, good girl), generally wet and messy (but aren't we all)

Networks: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

Just as much as he promised to care for you, it was equally as much of torture. Every whisper of his breath played against your lips, smirking down at you when you'd whine and beg for more. Today was a special day after all. Now that your relationship was officialized, now that you were finally his, oh the way he loved gazing over what belonged entirely to him.

His fingers drew calculated circles around your clit, applying just enough pressure to drive you mad but pulling back every time your hips bucked, not letting you have more than he'd allow. With every raise of your hips, it was met with the force of his palm, easing you back down. "Behave" he'd warn as his hand played across your core, rubbing your arousal across your folds, making of mess of you beneath your leggings. You'd whine and beg impatiently, whimpering as he teased you. He continued rubbing more firmly, in slower, aching circles, leaning his head down to nip and suck at your neck, leaving mark after mark until he'd kiss you again. He'd wait on your full silence, only then teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves once again.

He'd never felt so addicted.

This... power he had over you. He could get used to this.

"Christian," you moaned a breathy whine, your lips trembling. The way your cheeks burned, eyes nearly watering as they looked up at him, pleading for release. "If only you could see how beautiful you look beneath me, Darling..." he presses a kiss to your temple before continuing "Just keep looking at me, baby... let me see how pretty you are."

Your cheeks burned as he watched your expressions shift and change with every movement, never once fully letting you have it. A greedy smile played on his face as your moans shifted softer then louder, it was like music to his ears. A beautiful melody meant for two. Once he'd had his fill, his fingers grazed down, playing at the front of your entrance. He presses firm to the skin, circling the spot and causing your breath hitch abruptly. "Christian" you whined once more.

"Come sit up onto your knees, baby".

Just as he asks, you comply, parting your legs slightly, one hand on the couch backing and the other on his shoulder for stability. "And now?" you ask, curiously. "And now, you can afford to be rewarded, at least, just a bit." With one hand, he pats and caresses the back of your head, "Good girl" he says, bringing you closer to kiss you messily once again. His other hand reaches back within your leggings, finding a home between those lips. He rubs and teases the entrance once again, this time entering you, knuckles deep to begin with. His thick fingers spread you out as your tight grip struggles to fit him. He pulls back to face you, his free hand still caressing the back of your head. "Use me to your liking, Darling. Let me see your pretty face has you ride my hand" After all the wait, you didn't waste a moment to take him up on the offer. You angle your body to the most fitting posture to ride his fingers out, exclaiming obscenities left and right as his fingers work you knowingly, targeting your sensitive spots within, his thumb working magic across your clit.

The hand caressing the back of your head comes forward along your face, stroking your cheekbones. His eyes admiring you in full ecstasy right in front of him. His thumb strokes across your bottom lip. Your mouth opens almost instinctively to run your tongue beneath his thumb, taking it into your mouth for sucking. He watches you thoroughly pleased before pulling it back out, smearing a messy saliva string across your lips and cheek. The way you're looking at him, the look in your eyes as you'd let him do just about anything to you in this moment, and oh, the thought of you come undone just like this.

He rages forward, his lips violently crashing against yours as you're leaned further back, his fingers pounding into you relentlessly. Not a moments breath between either of you as he works you so expertly, it's only a matter of time until you "Come for me" he commands, his tone impatient. His hand reaches back in a grip of your hair, pulling your head back then biting and marking your neck as your walls flutter around his rapidly thrusting fingers.

Down halls and across multiple dressing and waiting rooms, your cries can be heard by all. The sound of his name cries out at the top of your lungs, confirming everyone's prior suspicions, learning all at once who you belong to, who gives you the pleasure you'd always come back to. A satisfied and certain smirk plays on his lips. He maneuvers your head forward to look him in the eyes once more in the height of your orgasm, his fingers press firmly and deeply into your walls and pulling back toward him, coursing shivers across your body as he finishes you off, just like that.

His arm wraps around your waist, holding you up to help you adjust, allowing his fingers to leave your body. "That's it, beautiful. Now that everyone's sure to know you're mine..." he brushes your hair behind your ear, looking you deep in the eyes.

"Let's get you back home, where the real fun begins~"

[hopealoft]

Who is Jesus Christ?

13. The Good Shepherd

Jesus is inviting you to join his sheepfold.

Say this prayer:

“Dear Lord Jesus, I know I am a sinner and ask for Your forgiveness. I believe You died for my sins and rose from the dead. I turn from my sins and invite You into my heart and life.”

Now, join a sound, Bible-believing and practising church. Continue to study Jesus’ words and live as He wants His followers to live.

Allow Jesus to lead you.

[hiddenparabletheory]

What Is Hidden Parable Theory?

I have been getting a lot of questions about my theory. Here is a very short description of it. Check it out. It will blow your mind!

Many of you may be asking yourself “What exactly is Hidden Parable Theory?”. In this article, I will try to help clarify this question. So, what is Hidden Parable Theory? Hidden Parable Theory is a form of numerology that I modified using mathematical behavior based on the golden ratio. Why the golden ratio? Well, many scholars view the golden ratio as evidence of the existence of God or more specifically a Grand Creator of all things. So, it makes sense from a logical standpoint to use it as a way to interpret the Bible. Numerology then is the pathway of connecting numerical relationships that are found with the golden ratio and the Bible. Essentially, this is what makes up Hidden Parable Theory.

Defined as straight numbers Hidden Parable Theory uses these symbolic representations of numbers found in nature to make connections with numbers in the Bible. Another way to think of it is these symbolic numbers are basically interpreted as universal numbers and are also found in other religions as well. So, locating these universal numbers in the Bible is how Hidden Parable Theory makes interpretations that are fundamentally based on elements found in nature. But it does not stop here.

The golden ratio is only one of many examples that exist in nature that support this concept of straight numbers. It is then by making connections with these other scientifically defined models in nature that a well-defined interpretation of the Bible can be made. Then it is by using these straight numbers found in the Bible and religious artifacts that codes to hidden parables are formulated.

[love-others-despite-differences]

Could all of you take just 5 minutes out of your day to pray for a little boy at my church, he has cancer and is not doing well right now. I fully believe in the power of prayer and that god listens to each one but there is something so powerful about when we all pray, wherever you are, whatever you doing please take a Moment to pray for him it would mean the world to me and his family

Thank you for your time

[raks777]

Cease Worrying! God's Got You