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[aspirant1598]

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Images from Andersen’s literary fairy tales that have been burned into my mind since childhood:

The swindlers in The Emperor’s New Clothes stuffing their pockets full of the fine silk and gold thread they were meant to be weaving with

The witch combing the memories out of Gerda’s hair with her golden comb in The Snow Queen

The little bird in The Nightingale singing so beautifully of the silent churchyard, which is like a garden with evergreen grass, elder trees and white roses watered by the tears of those left behind, that Death himself becomes homesick and leaves the dying emperor be

The prince in The Little Mermaid having a page’s outfit made for “his little foundling”, besides her silk dresses, so she can go horseback riding in the woods with him

Little Thumbelina sleeping in a polished walnut shell, on a mattress of violets, under a rose petal blanket

Andersen’s fairy tales are full of guilt, cruelty and suffering, and I tend to prefer the retold or abbreviated versions to his originals, but in between the troubles they are so charming

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

hullo, i'm the anon who asked about good people to ask about christianity, which i've actually been meaning to ask for a while .

i have a lot of questions, i think, but ultimately my biggest question is Why?

unfortunately i know thats a pretty massive question to just dump on someone but as someone who once believed and does no longer, i would really like to know what spoke to you in this faith (i know this is also a highly individualized question so .)

hi anon! are you asking why Christianity exists or why I believe?

I believe in God because there cannot be a world without God. Sorry if this seems simplistic but that's literally my response. Evolution cannot happen. It cannot work. Chance cannot come up with people. From a midwife's perspective, there are enough things in birth that have to happen just exactly so that I don't believe it's possible for chance to have made it, or small little changes over time.

I believe in the God of the Bible because the Bible fits together. It makes sense. It's the only book of its kind to ever exist, spanning multiple centuries and writers. And the God who is shown in that Book is someone I want to worship. There's a line in one of the Narnia books that I consider to excellently sum it up: "He's not a tame Lion, but he's good." God is good and wise and just and kind. He created the heavens and the earth and yet he still listens to me. There are coincidences that aren't coincidences that have shaped my life.

On a personal note, I believe in God because I am. I've written about it before, but short summary, I was born three months premature. My mother had been sick all pregnancy. I had so many issues that I should not have survived; it was touch and go for months. My doctor has said multiple times that medically, I'm a miracle. I've seen a summary of medical issues from my first couple of years and I stared at it like what. I shouldn't have survived, but because of God I did. Also, I'm chronically suicidal and depressed. The only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because I know God is with me. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

And if God is for us, who can be against us!

[vinegar-on-main]

After almost 1000 hours...

I did it.

I can finally start playing the game.

[torahtot]

the christianity jumping out of everyone on tumblr rn is insaneee. becoming ever more apparent that this is a Christian Website

[zombyvamp]

happy mother's day to the mommy ever

[avatardoggo]

one of the biggest mistakes we can make as Christians is think our sin is too dirty, too shameful and ugly for the Savior’s love. because by marinating in our guilt, we’re telling Jesus the cross wasn’t enough, what He did for us wasn’t enough to save us from ourselves. and that breaks His heat

[sillykitty9000]

What would happen if we combined among us with Naruto? I think it would look bangin!

Christian Borle is a more conventionally attractive RT and you just don't want to admit it.

(click for higher quality)

[lovelifecare]

இன்றைய வசனம் [02/02/2024] | Today Bible Verse | Tamil Bible Verse

கர்த்தர் உங்களோடு பேச ஆயத்தமாயிருக்கிறார். நீங்கள் ஆயத்தமா?

The Lord is ready to speak with you. Are you ready?

வெளி 1:10 Revelation 1:10

கர்த்தருடைய நாளில் ஆவிக்குள்ளானேன்; அப்பொழுது எனக்குப் பின்னாலே எக்காளசத்தம்போன்ற பெரிதான ஒரு சத்தத்தைக் கேட்டேன்.

என் அன்பு சகோதர சகோதரிகளே, இன்றைக்கு அநேகர் சொல்லுகிற காரியம் கர்த்தர் என்னோடு பேசுவதில்லை என்பதாக. உண்மையை சொல்லவேண்டுமென்றால் நாம் நம்முடைய செவியை அவருடைய சத்தத்துக்கு அவருடைய அலைவரிசையில் வைக்கவில்லை. இன்று அநேக வேளைகளில் நம்முடைய செவிகளை துற்செய்திகளும், கபட்டு செய்திகளும், பிறனை பழிவாங்கும் பேச்சுகளும், சினிமா பாடல்களும், வஞ்சனையான பேச்சும், இரட்டை அர்த்தம் உள்ள கேலி சிரிப்புகளுக்கு மாத்திரமே அதிகம் பயன்படுத்துகிறோம். ஆகையால் தான் நாம் ஆவிக்குள்ளாக முடியவில்லை. அதன் தொடர்ச்சியாக கர்த்தருடைய பெரிய சத்தத்தை கேட்க முடியவில்லை. நம்முடைய வாழ்க்கையில் பாவத்திற்கு எதிர்த்துநின்று, பரிசுத்த வாழ்க்கையை வாழ ஒப்புக்கொடுத்து, எல்லாவற்றிலும் தாழ்மையின் சிந்தையை தரித்துக்கொள்ளும்போது பரிசுத்த ஆவியானவர் இலகுவாக நம்மை நிரப்பிவிடுவார். சுத்த மனசாட்சி நாமெல்லாருக்கும் இந்நாட்களில் காணப்பட வேண்டும். எப்பொழுதும் ஆவிக்குள்ளாக உங்களை தற்காத்து அனலுள்ளவர்களாய் இருங்கள். கர்த்தர் உங்களோடு பேசும் சத்தத்தை கேட்பீர்கள்.

On The Lord's Day I Was In The Spirit, And I Heard Behind Me A Loud Voice Like A Trumpet

My dear brothers and sisters, what many people say today is that the Lord does not speak to me. Truth be told, we have not tuned our ears to His voice. Today most of the time we use our ears only for fake news, revenge talks, movie songs, deceitful talk and double meaning jokes. That is why we cannot enter into the spirit. As a result, the loud voice of the Lord could not be heard. The Holy Spirit will easily fill us as we stand against sin in our lives, commit ourselves to living a holy life, and adopt a mindset of humility in all things. A clear conscience should be found in all of us these days. Always guard yourselves in spirit and be strong. You will hear the Lord speaking to you.

[wsthequeen]

get to know me!

hii :) my name isn’t cara but u can call me that! i’m a big fan of music, writing, chess, books, late night talks, journaling, hardwood floors and i might be what u call a “jesus freak” ;)

my favorite artists are demi lovato and paramore but there’s a bunch more that i like

i don’t post very often but i hope someone’s here to interact when i do!

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

my favourite bit of Chronicles is David saying 'it's wifing time' and wifed all over the place

[just-some-random-blogger]

aha

The good life in Oldtown before daddy called to war

@just-some-random-blogger @peachysunrize @pendragora @targs-on-zorses

[desimonewayland]

Cutting from a Gradual

about 1440–1450

Attributed to Pisanello (Italian, by 1395 - about 1455), Attributed to the Master of the Antiphonal Q of San Giorgio Maggiore (Italian, about 1440 - about 1470)

The Getty

In this closely trimmed historiated initial S from a gradual, the illuminator represented Saul's dramatic conversion to Christianity. Dressed in a soldier's helmet and armor, Saul tumbles to earth, his horse collapsing beneath him.

Interplay between the naturalistic and decorative elements in the initial adds visual tension to the miniature. The artist represented the imposing physical presence of the horses, including details such as the horseshoes and armor and subtly modeling the surfaces, such as the animals' coats. He then harmoniously integrated these carefully observed figures and their details within the artificial constraints of the shape of the letter S .

[bunny-jpeg]

mean!daniel & mean!max - a match made in hell

both men snickered behind your back as you poured them their drinks. it was their second of the afternoon. out on the boat. the bright sun was bugging your eyes but you had to stay focused. the tag of the collar you wore gleamed in the sunshine. 'property of max verstappen' the gold tag read against the black leather of the collar that was secured around your neck. and don't think about trying to take it off, max was currently playing with the key to the lock between his fingers. it wasn't coming off until max wanted it off. and while max marked your throat with italian leather, you knew your left ass cheek was bruised after daniel didn't want to keep his hands to himself anymore. he liked watching how the fat of your ass jiggled when he groped and slapped the skin. marking it in a dangerous purple.

"where's the drinks beautiful!" daniel barked a laugh and max nudged him in the side which resulted in them both laughing. max added, "c'mon, i'd hate to cut your allowance." you could feel their hungry gazes on your backside. hungry like animals as you tried to finish making their drinks. most women with enough self respect would've snapped back, even splashing a drink in their faces. but you continued to pour the gin into the cup with shaky hands. almost dropping the bottle on the counter when you felt the shock of pleasure race up your spine. you slammed your free hand onto the counter and tried not to moan. these sick fucks, these horrible sick fucks. you composed yourself and tried to keep on steady legs, but the heels you were forced to wear only made your steps awkward as you brought the drinks to the two men on a tray.

they watched you almost stumble over to them. your breasts bounced with each step. the bikini you wore did little to support your larger chest, but then again you used the term 'bikini' lightly. it was a pathetic excuse for swim-wear. you were certain if max kept you naked all afternoon it would constitute swim-wear better. you handed them their drinks, bent over a little to hand it to them personally. but when you tried to go back to the bar counter to put the tray back, max stuck out his foot. and without thinking you tumbled over and onto the floor.

you almost landed face first with your ass up. you braced yourself with your hands. but even that struck pain through your palms and forearms. you let out a pathetic whine and tried to get yourself up, but you were kept down by a shoe against your back. maybe it was sick revenge. you were christian horner's daughter, and both men had a bone to pick with him. max drove a shit car and daniel had been jerked around enough by the team principal over the years. didn't even give the aussie driver a proper goodbye when he was booted from formula one. it didn't help that max made it all better by slipping a healthy amount of euros into your pocket after each visit. good look telling daddy where you were tonight. you could hear the ice clanking in the cup as additional pressure was placed between your shoulders. "you have to be careful." max's words were attempting to be gentle, but you could hear the venom loud and clear. you squirmed a little under his foot but instead he leaned down to trail the glass across your heated skin, "stupid little thing." he sighed, "if you weren't a horner, you'd just be another dumb slut. you like this don't you?"

you squirmed and both men laughed. it echoed in the depths of your skull. it rattled something in you. a deep need you carried, you did like it. even when you cried, you loved it. max verstappen and daniel ricciardo had no interest in treating you with kindness. with the amount of money they had, and the amount of influence their carried. you could complain to the highest court about the bruising and intimidation and they'd simply laugh at you. even your dear father would suggest you just ignore it. he couldn't afford to lose max anyway. you tried to push yourself up, but max pressed harder, "behave." his tone was dangerous. daniel laughed, "does her old man even know where she is this afternnon?" max shrugged, "i don't know, but maybe we should send her back with a little message for dear horner." then took his foot off your back. both men grabbed you roughly and you ended up in max's lap. his cock up and against your back. "you dress like a slut, you know that right?" max said as he dragged his cold drink between the valley of your breasts, the flesh still barely hidden by the bikini top. both men saw how hard your nipples were getting, "but you like that don't you? you like when men fuck you up." he put the glass to your lips and made you take a sip while daniel quickly finished his. he was knelt between your legs, that max kept open. with a few sips of the strong gin and tonic, you were undressed.

there was a slight miracle to be had as the boat was far enough away from shore that no one could see what the two drivers were going to do to you. nude and vulnerable between two top drivers. the daughter of one of the most hated men in formula one. if anything daniel and max were doing a service to their dear fans. enacting revenge on horner by fucking his eldest daughter. bruising you so nicely. max's cock fit into you nicely and your voice grew hoarse. daniel's fingers were on your clit, teasing you until your back was arched. but, max kept you pinned to him with his strong arms around you middle, "greedy whore." he said. daniel added, "aren't you being a little mean, max?" both men looked at each other and laughed before they said, "no." max fucked you quickly. you could take him easily, he had spent months training your poor pussy to accommodate him. the stretch however burned as he fucked you with little remorse. and daniel's fingers on your clit made you whine louder. there was little time to get familiar. the men wanted it to hurt, to sting. a reminder that horner may jerk them around, but they would do it tenfold on your poor body. maybe you should've stayed the summer at the university you attended, instead of in the jaws of the two. you could feel max so deep and your noises almost became screams when daniel bit at your exposed breasts. your nipple between his teeth as he pulled a little too hard. the noises only got louder when daniel sank two fingers into your aching cunt alongside max's throbbing cock. your eyes rolled back a little and daniel laughed, the noise echoed in your fucked out brain, "eyes open, beautiful. you wanna be awake for this." you had no idea what they'd even try if you lose consciousness. both men were insatiable. the feeling of the double penetration left you hazy, unable to do much but take it. both men spoke, but the words went over your head. their paces were aggressive, especially daniel despite using his fingers to stretch you perfectly. "i see why you have to collar her, max." daniel said before he licked your clit which made you kick out your legs so hard the stupid heels you wore fell off. he looked to his friend, "it's like a dog almost, right? if she wanders a little too far, someone will always bring her home." max placed a heavy hand on your throat and replied, his lips nose up against your neck, "of course. thought about 'leaking' some photos i have of her. make it hard for her to have a job if the whole internet can see her tits." his words were dark, but there was little you could do about it. daniel laughed, "and she can't live in daddy's money forever." max held onto your throat a little tighter as he fucked you, "how does that sound? be my personal little slut forever? stuck with me." you could almost feel his teeth against your flushed skin. daniel laughed, "we don't have to be on shore till tonight, i think that's more than enough time to ruin her reputation." daniel licked your clit once more and you choked out a pathetic moan. it sounded delicious.

you looked like a whore. and whore that didn't even get to finish in the end. max fucked you to completion and when you got close to orgasm yourself, daniel pinched your clit with his other hand and said, "oh no, no, no." his move star smile blinded you, "you don't get to finish, until i do." you tried to form words, but nothing came to mind. you felt on another planet while these men devoured you. eventually they gave you the luxury of a bed below deck, but that only meant more chances for them to bruise your pretty insides. you didn't get to finish until max and daniel finished in you twice each. the cum soaked into your skin, in your hair and the taste in your mouth. your cunt raw and your skin bruised your hand prints and bite marks. by the time they were done, you were sandwiched between them in a crumbled mess on the bed. when max slapped your ass, adding to the bruises, he said, "get up. we want another drink." and when you cracked your eyes open you realized that you wouldn't be wearing a scrap of clothing when you went to the deck. except max's tag around your throat. <3

a/n: some kind of force took over me, i don't know what happened.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

♱ repressed ♱

a/n: this is- a blurb at its finest :). Also I don’t proof-read anything so my grammar and spelling are horrid

TW: religious trauma

minors DNI

Graves grew up with his mother being the exact definition of a Christian mother, and his father a perfect hard working father on a small area in Texas. perfect. Straight. Christian.

he got out of there as soon as he could, but couldn’t ever shake that feeling of guilt whenever he glanced at another soldier or when he tried to jerk off his mind shifted to fantasies of men instead of women..

He always pushed it down in the end, keeping it to himself. The golden cross around his neck like a badge of guilt hung around his neck as if it weighed him down.

and god it got worse when you joined shadow company, your clearly open liking of men, your politeness, your voice.. your tight uniform- he was so close to just taking you to his office and begging and pleading for you to give him relief- but his upbringing always pulled him away from it

He wanted you so bad, and you wanted him.. drunken bar-nights leading to soft touches and loving kisses, to the barrack matress of his room and the welcomed stretch of your length sliding into him and opening him up. It almost felt like as if he was being split open when you bottomed out.

the slow pace you started calmed him down, but the biting feeling of his guilt haunting him even as whimpers and moans tumbled out of his mouth- begging for more.

it took only a few minutes for him to cum all over his stomach, soft tears running down his face from overstimulation as you finished a good time after, painting his insides white with a shaky breath.

he felt sore all over when he finally came to his senses, letting you clean him up as he tried to focus on your voice and strong calloused hands holding him softly instead of the aching feeling of regret and guilt seeping into him. His cross still around his neck..

his mind was racing and tears started streaming out of his eyes as he held onto you tightly, wanting so badly to be close to you and to feel normal. To feel okay. To feel perfect again

but at least he now had you.