#Did Jesus die for our sins?

[frankkster]

CON MAN? SAVIOUR? LUNATIC?

Oh boy. Where to start? If you’re reading this, I assume you’re open to spirituality and have probably not considered Jesus of Nazareth – who many people believe is the Son of God – to be any sort of con man. Apparently, the creator of this atheist meme believes these American megachurch pastors to be less than honourable. Just for fun, I asked Google if Jesus is a con man. The responses are…

[readfull]

Answer to those who say "Jesus loves you" Face the truth

Answer to those who say “Jesus loves you” When they tell you that Jesus loves you and died for you, or will save you, just calmly and confidently tell them that’s a lie.  “Jesus couldn’t save himself, let alone me.” Jesus Could Not Save Himself From Crucifixion. Stop telling me such a lie anymore. I don’t believe that Jesus loves me, died for me or saves me from eternal death as you claim –…

[starsinthesky5]

Let's say if our Songbird wrote songs like Bed Chem, Juno, 34 + 35, Nasty and Positions about Joe, how would he react?

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songbird 🥺

as we know, her versatility and range when it comes to her music is one of the things she’s most known for! she knows what her sound is, but that doesn’t ever stop her from dabbling into different types of lyricism, instruments, productions, etc. 

and she most certainly has a vault, so you just know some of the songs in there are pretty…straightforward. with reputation, she physically couldn’t stop writing and recording music—something which has never happened to her with previous albums. something about this record, this era, was extraordinarily different and she honestly felt so much more creative during this time. like she was unlocking a whole new level in her musical journey. 

some songs in the vault that she didn’t put on the album, but wrote around this time were bed chem, guilty as sin?, and nasty. 

however, only two out of the three were recorded. if she ever recorded nasty and let joe listen, hell even read the lyrics, she was sure that there would be an accidental baby on the way because…wellllll. like this song was not one she was playing about, it belonged in the confines of her journal and never to be heard or sang out loud. 

ever. 

she’d die. 

he’d die. 

the bed would break. 

anyway, bed chem and guilty as sin? were recorded and joey did listen to them :)

she already had quite a few…spicy…songs and lyrics on reputation, but there were some songs she wrote that were maybe just a bit too bare for her to release right now (but who’s to say she won’t at some point in the future).

bed chem, for example, was so god damn straightforward. i mean, she was basically telling the world she thought her and joe would have great sex the first time she ever saw him. and well, she’d be lying if that thought didn’t cross her mind. 

when he heard it, she was laughing her ass off at his reactions. 

—

the moment the first chorus hit, joe froze like a deer caught in headlights. 

his grip on his knee tightened, his jaw clenched, and he inhaled sharply through his nose, like he was physically trying to keep himself together. but the way his wide blue eyes snapped to her—like she had just flipped his entire world upside down—was absolutely priceless.

“baby,” he said, voice strained, like he was barely holding on. “what the hell is this?”. 

she was already losing it, barely able to keep it together as she paused the demo. “oh, you know what this is,”. 

he swallowed hard, shaking his head like he was in disbelief, but he couldn’t even get a response out before the next line hit as she hit play again. 

“who’s the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm?” 

his breath hitched.

“oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand down his face, his ears turning an alarming shade of red.

she smirked, tilting her head. “something wrong, joey?”

he sighed, shaking his head as his fingers twitched at his sides. “you did not just say that,”.

but she did. and she knew exactly what she was doing.

by the time she got to the bridge, 

“and i bet we’d both arrive at the same time…and i bet the thermostat’s set at six-nine…,”.

joe actually groaned, dropping his head back against the couch, gripping his thighs like he was in physical pain. “jesus christ,” he muttered, eyes screwed shut as he fought the urge to drag her into his lap right then and there.

she bit her lip, setting her phone aside as she crawled closer, slipping her arms around his neck. “joey,” she whispered, her voice smooth as honey and laced with mischief.

a strangled sound left his throat as he gripped her hips, his fingers pressing hard into the fabric of her sweats. “you wrote that. you recorded that. about me. little ol’ me,”. 

she giggled, pressing her forehead to his. “you inspire me, what can i say?”.

his hands tightened on her waist, his breathing uneven. “tell the police that this is my cause of death,” he murmured as he started to press kisses along her jawline. 

she hummed, brushing her lips against his jaw. “i’ll put it on your tombstone, lover. don’t you worry,”.

joe groaned, flipping them so she was pinned beneath him on the couch, his lips ghosting over hers. “why are you so horny,” he muttered before finally, finally closing the distance.

she kissed him back with the same intensity, before suddenly pulling away to answer him. “well, have you seen yourself and that big bad…,”

—

then there was his reaction to guilty as sin? 

joe’s entire body went numb the moment the song hit that line, “what if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh, only in my mind?”. his eyes went wide, and for a second, he couldn’t even process the rest of the lyrics as his mind scrambled to catch up. his gaze flicked up to her, half in disbelief, half in a dazed trance. “wait…did you just say that?” he muttered, his tone showing his surprise.

she shot him a sly look, biting her lip, clearly enjoying the effect it was having on him. “what? don’t like it?” she teased, her voice light but with a hint of mischief.

the next line hit him like a punch to the gut: “one slip and falling back into the hedge maze, oh what a way to die,”. he leaned back, running a hand over his face like he couldn’t even believe what was happening. “jesus christ, Y/N. you really wrote an entire song about touching yourself to the thought of me?” he groaned, not sure whether to laugh or to pull her in and kiss the living daylights out of her.

but then came the chorus, and his face went even more maroon as the lyrics played: “my bedsheets are ablaze, i’ve screamed his name, building up like waves, crashing over my grave, without ever touching him, how could i be guilty as sin?”.

his jaw tightened, and he looked at her with a mix of lust and disbelief. “are you…are you really singing this about me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, like he didn’t quite know how to handle the intensity of it. “like that?”. 

her gaze was fixed on him, and she didn’t even flinch. “what?” she said, voice a little too sweet for the kind of effect she knew she was having. “you didn’t think i was gonna write about you when i gave you the general idea of the song?” she chuckled. 

joe let out a long, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to regain some sense of control. “i died. dead. deceased,” he muttered, but he wasn’t sure if he was joking anymore. all he could think about was her—what she’d written, what she was implying—and his body was burning with it.

“you…,” he started, but his words caught in his throat as he leaned forward, his hands hovering over her before he finally just caved and pulled her to him, his lips crashing against hers. the kiss was hot, needy, like he couldn’t get enough of her.

he pulled back only long enough to breathe, his forehead resting against hers. “you’ve got me fucked up,” he whispered, still trying to come to terms with just how much she had him twisted up in knots.

[theriu]

I have grace on my mind tonight. Specifically, how misunderstood it is, and how that misunderstanding muddies up conversation with others about Jesus.

Something I learned some years ago, as I got to know some excellent LDS friends, is that in the LDS belief system, grace is seen kind of like a ladder. Jesus died for us to give us that ladder, and we have to climb our way up it. Basically, your own works, your own goodness, is still required for you to get the ultimate reward from God.

And honestly, I know a lot of Christians believe something like this, too. That, sure, Jesus saved us by His grace, but you still have to be GOOD ENOUGH to "earn" salvation.

But the truth is that the actual Grace Jesus taught isn't like that at all. Grace isn't like a ladder extended down to you - grace is Jesus's own hand. He's reaching it down to us, offering it, asking us to grab hold. We have to choose to take it - we have to grasp that hand (accept His forgiveness, accept His Kingship, accept that he is not A god or A son of God but GOD HIMSELF, who paid the price of death that our sins deserve).

But when you grab His hand, You know what He does?

He grabs you back. He lifts you out of the muck and mire. HE does all the work. He holds you TIGHT. NOTHING can wrest you from His grip.

"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38-39)

If it were at all possible for a human to work their way to God, to earn salvation, Jesus would not have had to sacrifice Himself for us. He didn't humble himself by becoming a human, live a sinless life, and die a gruesome, unjust death so we would keep killing ourselves trying to reach perfection on our own. No good deed can cancel out a sin, just like giving money to charity can't undo a murder. Only when someone pays the price for sin can it be absolved - and the price for sin is death. By being fully man yet fully God, by living a sinless life that did not earn the death penalty, Jesus was able to pay the price FOR us.

We still need to repent - we need to turn away from our sin, admit we need help, admit we need forgiveness and mercy (the inverse of grace, where we DON'T recieve the consequences we DO deserve). And when we do accept Jesus, HE helps us change and become better versions of ourselves. The good works are an outcome of salvation, not the payment for it. We do have to put effort in because our bodies and minds still struggle with sinful habits, but He is helping us, and the intent is to grow closer to and more like Him - not to earn His love.

When it comes to salvation, Jesus did all the work already. Please grab His hand and hold on tight - it will likely be a bumpy ride through this life. But I promise you, He won't let go once you put your hand in His.

(If anyone would like prayer or to ask a question, I'm open. Praying you have a blessed night, wherever you are.)

[saintmelangell]

currently struggling with the question.. why did jesus have to die for our sins? a friend recently asked me and she's atheist, and I thought I knew the answer, but then i went blank.

i could give you some trite and theologically correct response about how god loved us so much that he had to offer his only son to ransom us from the sin we chose to commit (john 3:16) but that's not...what i personally believe? and i know a lot of christians who will not like my view on the issue of grace. but i believe he didn't have to die for anyone's sins: he just wanted to, because he is love. but every day we are faced with the choice of whether or not jesus has to die. jesus was a victim above all: he allowed himself to become that in solidarity with all victims, across time and place. you can believe in a chronological history of time in which we are in the breath before christ returns to divide the sheep from the goats, or you can believe that he sublimates history and know that every day, every choice we make, every person we encounter, asks us to spare christ. christ died to be a symbol of the human capacity for mercy and its failing. he is in us as we are in him: thus we die with him, and we can save with him. when we are loving we walk jesus out of the tomb. the purpose of christ's death is to make us unfraid to look into the darkness of death and suffering, and grasp the hand reaching for us.

[thewordfortheday]

We love Him because He first loved us and gave His Only Son to die for our sins (1 John 4:10).

 Think about it. Jesus was blameless and sinless, yet He was crucified. He laid down His life for us, so that, we would inherit eternal life. Truly, that is ultimate love.

What God has done for us, He did for love. His love for us is immeasurable. Instead of trying to understand it,  just receive it and say, “Thank You Jesus.” His love begins to change us, His love has the power to change us inside out! We are no longer what we used to be.

Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away. Behold, all things have become new! .

The kind of love God has for us cost Him dearly.  His body still bears the scars from His suffering. God loves you to the end, He will never give up on you.

Don't give up on yourself.

[tinamybeloved]

Sapnap: who suffered more Jesus or Minecraft YouTuber dream

Dream: well jesus died for our sins what did i die for fucking nothing

Sapnap: you haven’t died yet. That wasn’t even the question it wasn’t why did someone die it was who suffered more.

[what-even-is-thiss]

(About the missionary post from March)

I know that Jesus is supposed to have returned 3 days later, but then how did he die permanently ? Just old age?

And doesn’t ‘died on the cross for our sins’ mean less if he didn’t really die?

- A non-Christian

Jesus did die and was buried in a tomb. Many Christians also believe that during this time he went to Hell and broke down the gates and defeated Satan though not everyone believes in something like Hell or an underworld that literally. His triumph over evil could’ve just been a sacrifice to cleanse the world of sin or he might’ve literally broken the gates of Hell. Depends on who you ask.

In any case, three days later he was resurrected and the stone sealing his tomb was removed. This was discovered by three of his friends who were women because they were going to prepare his body. They didn’t find his body but instead an angel was there telling them that Jesus was alive again.

The women then went to go tell the twelve disciples about this. Most of them did not believe the women. Over the next few days he appeared to his followers a few times and even lived with them for a bit. Eating and sleeping and doing all the things that alive people do.

During this time and when Jesus appears to people now he’s said to have holes in his hands and feet where he was nailed to the cross and a large wound in his side where he was stabbed by a soldier with a spear. This is part of how people recognize him.

After a time, Jesus ascended back into heaven, promising that he’d send someone to be with his followers in his place. This is the third aspect of the one god, the Holy Spirit, who was sent down to his followers on what Christians now celebrate as Pentecost when God the Holy Spirit entered them and they were blessed with the ability to speak in other languages and the drive and passion to preach and baptize people.

Now what does all of this mean to Christians? Well, way back when a lot of cultures, including ancient Jewish people, used to sacrifice animals in order to cleanse themselves and their communities of sin. Jesus, by dying painfully, became a sacrifice great enough to cleanse the whole world of sin. His resurrection shows us that not only did he suffer for us, but he conquered sin and death and in doing so gives all of us the ability to do so as well.

This gives hope of personal resurrection to join God the father, son, and Holy Spirit, in the kingdom of heaven when we die. However, beyond that it also acts as personal inspiration to make our own personal sacrifices to purge suffering and sin from the world, knowing that there will be rewards for doing so.

What those rewards and sacrifices are depends on your personal beliefs and the denomination you’re affiliated with. Many other things also depend on your personal beliefs. How much you need to personally sacrifice, if this mission to make the world better is through conversion or through just doing good things, if this mission justifies violence or if it forbids violence, if Jesus purged all sin or just original sin, etc.

The core belief though is that Jesus coming back is good news because it demonstrates a victory over death and sin. How literal you believe that victory is and to what extent? Well, wars have been fought over that. Because people can’t agree on anything.

[frankkster]

LEARNING AND UNLEARNING

Well. This atheist meme certainly paints “religion” in a very bad light. And I get it. As a follower of Jesus of Nazareth (who many people believe is the Son of God), I want nothing to do with the negative, judgemental attitudes that infest religion like a cancer. So, from a Jesus-following perspective, what about the points made in the meme? Give me a few minutes to go over them and, hopefully,…

[femsolid]

lol it's so funny when you point out illogical stuff from the bible to the religious people, they go "bible is not supposed to be taken literally!!" how convenient... reality is people back then did take everything literally. now we just have more knowledge

Agreed. And let's not forget they killed and tortured people for this book, so... it's a bit late to claim "oh it was all metaphorical!"

If the story of the original sin is not meant to be taken literally, which christians like to claim nowadays because they're embarrassed by how childish the story is, then it negates the whole Jesus story as well. Jesus died for our sins (yet somehow we remain sinners and can be sent to hell for it, not sure what Jesus really achieved there, he didn't even really die anyway since he got up 3 days later, poseur) but if there's no original sin and it was all a metaphor then... this whole human sacrifice story becomes nonsensical.

All the teachings about the inferiority of women stem from that original sin story, too, so... it also nullifies the Bible's misogyny, which is quite a huge chunk of the book. So, who decides when the metaphor begins and ends? Is God himself a metaphor?

You also have to ask yourself what the message is, if those are all metaphors. Because those stories are fucked up.

Gay men want to have sex with angels. Chosen Dude offers his daughters to be raped instead. Gay men are like nuh-uh we want the sexy angels. God destroys the city because gay is bad.

God turns wife into salt for no reason or rather because the men who wrote the story wanted to write an incest fanfic. Daughters are like: dad needs to have a son right now because girls are not proper descendants! We need to have sex with our dad! God is like: this is fine.

I mean. What's the lesson there? Was this written by wise men inspired by God? Or by sexist perverts?

[drowninginblox]

"Night Crawler, my beloved,"

After a week, you stopped thinking about it. The likes and reblogs calmed and soon enough you were feeling even better than you normally did. Honesty, getting such an awful secret out was one of the best things that ever happened to you. Your fellow X-men could see it too. You were sharper in the training room and far more lax when you taught. Even Logan made a comment about it and you barely know the man. For lack of a better term- it was euphoric. That was until Kurt noticed you and waved you over.

"Oh! Oh! Y/n! You will not believe what I just saw-" You tried not to panic- taking a deep breath through a smile before walking to Kurt. "Oh hey, Kurt- what's up?" He was jumping from how excited he was "I was looking through that one app- the hellscite you were rambling about-" Oh no.

"And I struck gold- look at this!" He shoved his phone into your face- sure enough it was your post. You chuckled awkwardly. "Oh- uh, that is it?" Kurt laughs. "It's a love letter! A confession! Ein geständnis für mich!" You slowly nod, biting the inside of your cheek "O-Oh. Wow- um... congratulations?" Could you vacate New York in under twenty-four hours without altering the X-Men? Probably. Depending on how this conversation goes, the risk may be worth it.

"I can't believe it! I've seen stories and art but this- mein gott... ich weiß es nicht! Es ist wirklich wunderschön... wunderbare syntax. Definitely creepy." You swallow down a bundle of nerves. What dose this mean? "Oh um, how so?" You mumble. "Y/n this is a fan, they're reading me like a book and talking like I'm Jesus. Hold one-" He scrolls through his phone, the realization of what he's doing makes your throat dry. "Oh- Kurt you don't have to-"

"'... If I told him that he is the affinity of being touched by heaven’s light. If only I could tell him that his eyes were the sun at its brightest and his skin was the mark of where he came from.' Mein gott- Bin ich jetzt eine religion für sie? Y/n, these people are sick right?" He looks up at you, eyes bright with enthusiasm- expecting you to agree. "Oh- Well, uh- yeah. They kind of amp it up do they?" You mumble. Kurt only laughs "Hold on- wait it gets better, 'That he is not the byproduct of sin but rather a gift to humanity dressed in the touches of angels.' What is that? How delusional are they? Sie reden, als wäre ich die wiederkunft Christi!" You can only look away as he tears further into your words.

"Oh- Oh- and later- 'What I would do to hold his face in my hands-' Yeah, keep dreaming! 'I would happily hold his hand in public, kisS-! KISS?!" He glances between the post and you expectantly, only to see you withdraw. "What's wrong mein Freund?" He asks, his posture growing straighter at the realization that this wasn't the time to joke. "It's... It's nothing Kurt, I don't think I feel too good. I'll have to take a raincheck on our walk today, okay?" You start to turn and walk away only for Kurt to grab your wrist loosely. "Hey, did I do something wrong?" You shake your head, putting on a friendly smile that only comes out as bittersweet. "No, no Kurt- You're fine. You're the same as you always are, it's not you. I just feel a little sick." He eases although his eye reads otherwise. "Are you sure? If it's something I said-" You shake your head. "No. Please don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong." You assure. "I'm just a little sick Kurt, honest." He looks you over for a moment before letting go of your wrist. "If you say so," You walk away before he even starts, heading up to your room and texting Ororo if she could cover your lesson for you. You don't wait for a reply back to flop onto your bed and just let loose. Raw emotion and your mutation lead to absolute, but controlled, chaos as your heart breaks at the reality you live in.

You shouldn't be mad, you knew the risk and its likely outcome. But you can't help but sob. Because unlike all those other posters, you were the closest one to the real deal. And even though he has no idea that it was you- it still hurts like hell. The sadness of your rejection carried on to all the others that watch from afar- hoping and praying that he could save them too. All the while you and Kurt laughed behind their backs. Yet you can't help but envy them- at least they can live in blissful ignorance.

But you have no idea that Kurt was online that day.

[romana-after-dark]

Our Gentle Sins: Part 11

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Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: Past. Logan finds out what Scott is really thinking Present. Rogue returns to the mansion

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religious trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Before

All he wanted was to find you, to apologize, to kill the bastard that destroyed you so badly you didn’t think you deserved love that didn’t hurt.

And maybe kill your parents too.

But of course, Scott found him.

“I’m not letting this go, Logan.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “She told you herself, it was an accident, slim.”

“And why was she in your room anyway?”

Technically, he didn’t owe Scott an explanation. He didn’t owe Scott fucking shit, and if he wanted to think that you and him were fucking, that was his business. 

“Same thing as your wife.”

When Scott punched him, Logan didn’t even see it coming. Stumbling back, it took everything for Logan to reign in his anger, but when he looked at Scott… Christ he looked pathetic. For the first time, Logan noticed how tired he looked; thinner than usual. 

“I’m gonna let that one slide.” He rubbed the apple of his cheek, the pain quickly fading as he watched Scott’s heavy breathing. 

“Wow, thank you, what a guy.”

“Y’know, I get why you don’t like me. I wouldn’t like me either in your place-”

“You are in my place, because she left you for me.”

“Right. But just because I stole your girl, doesn’t mean I’m gonna hurt Dolly.”

There was a beat. “I didn’t forget, Logan.”

He sighed. “Forget what? Quit being cryptid. Man up and just spit it out.”

“You and Rogue, Logan.”

Logan waited for him to explain, to elaborate… but he didn’t and Logan’s anger grew. “I never, not once hurt the kid, Scott. I risked my life-!”

“WHY WAS SHE IN YOUR ROOM, LOGAN!”

“Who?” Logan had lost the plot. “Dolly?”

“Rogue.”

Flashbacks filled him, the night he woke up with his claws piercing the 17 year old who looked at him like a father, thinking she was about to die, that he killed her. He could almost feel the phantom panic in his chest. 

“Do you… you think I hurt her on purpose?”

Even despite the visor, Logan could feel Scott’s hard glare. “She was in your room, Logan. Why? Why was a 17-year-old in your bedroom?”

The accusation was clear, but Logan was too in shock to truly grasp what was happening. “Scott… jesus christ, have you spent all these years thinking I- that I molested her?!?! She’s like a daughter to me!”

“No.” He shook his head. “Because I asked her.”

More confusion. “And she told you she heard me having a nightmare. You know I have nightmares, Scott. Fuck! Everyone and their goddamn mom has heard them!”

“Yeah.” He was earily calm now. “So I doubt it at the time… but now, everything with Judith-”

“AN ADULT!”

“Oh please, she’s mentally still a teenager and you know it! For fucks sake, you say Rogue is like your daughter but you’re fucking someone 2 years older than her?!?!”

“WE’RE NOT HAVING SEX!”

Scott cocks his head to the side. “You just told me-”

“I was fucking with you. We havn’t- nothing has happened!”

“But you want it to?”

He did. Fuck, he really, really, did… There wasn’t much he wanted more than to be with you, fully and truly. “Yeah. I do. And you won’t stop me.”

Logan storms off to find you.

*

20 minutes later, he finally finds you in the library. You have papers spread out, looking like you were grading.

“Hey.” He’s sure to announce himself several feet away in the doorway, knowing you probably can’t hear the sound of the door opening. Besides, when you’re deep in studies, you tune out the other world.

You look up, giving him a soft smile. “Hey, Lo.” Standing, your dress russells against the desk as you make your way to him. “I guess we should talk, huh?”

Logan is leaned against the door way, arms crossed and smile as gentle as yours. “I’d like to. If you’d have me.”

Looking down, you shuffle a bit. “I’m sorry I can’t be-”

“Stop.” he says so softly, it’s barely above a whisper. Logan reached out to cup your face, making you freeze. “Whatever happened in the past… I- I can’t say I don’t care, because obviously I care but not in the way it’s gonna scare me away. I love you, Dolly.” He steps closer, and you don’t move, eyes wide looking up at him. “I want you, and everything that comes with it.”

You give a small little shake of your head, voice small. “I know you think- you think I’m sweet, that I’m a victim-”

He kisses you, cutting you off. Logan can feel you going rigid, not sinking into his touch the way he wants you to, so he wraps his arms around you. “Dolly, c’mon. It’s me. You know I love you, don’tcha? You know I’m not gonna hurt you?”

“Y-yes?” You say when your manage to pull just far enough away. “But Logan-”

He kisses you again. “Charles says I can’t be with you. Scott think I’m forcing you. Everyone in this God damn school thinks I’m a predator but you.”

“Ow-” Your hands find his finger, where they dig into your hip a little too tight. “Please, just listen-”

But he doesn’t want to listen, he wants you, and when he feels you finally kiss back just a little, he scoops you up. Your little gasp is music to his ears, and he carried you to the couch in the library, laying you down and himself settling between your legs. He knows the instant you feel his erection because you try to scramble away but he holds your hips pinned to the couch. You just need to adjust. Like the kiss, you gotta get used to the feeling.

“I’m gonna take care of you, Dolly. Always.”

“Logan stop-”

But he didn’t want to stop, cutting you off with a kiss and grinding his hips over you. The moan you release as your shoulders relax is music to his ears. 

“Gonna make you feel good…”

Your eyes flash open again, and try to push him away. “Lo, you have to listen, I’m not what you-”

“You’re everything I want, Dolly”

A kiss to your neck, nibbling tenderly on the sensitive flesh.

“Logan!” Finally, you shove him hard, hard enough it hurts just a little. “No!”

He pushed himself up, on arms on either side of your waist and his heart breaking when he sees you roll over and crawl up until you're sitting on the arm rest. Your eyes are flaring.

“I’ve killed people, Logan. I’m not what you think.”

After

When Rogue returned to the X-mansion, it felt different. Not that it had changed, not really, but rather, she had. When she left, she had been 20, off on her own solo work. Now, although it had only been a year, she felt like she was completely different.

She left at a difficult time. She had tried to help Logan through his… break up? Is that what they could call it? Is it really a break up if you’re the other man? Logan knew what he did was wrong. It was wrong to sleep with Jean when she was married to Scott, did he expect a happy ending? He didn’t get it. Jean choose Scott, and while Rogue thought Scott was a bit of a sap for taking back a cheater, she really couldn’t fault him. She’d done a lot of stupid stuff with Remy.

They hadn’t dated. Remy had insisted he was too old for her, that she needed to live a normal life, but what was a normal life when you’re a mutant? She’d been kicked out at 17, she’d struggled on her own ever since then. Still, despite protesting she was too young to date, Remy seemed to have no problem fooling around. There was no sex, because there couldn’t be back then. She was getting her powers under control, and it was better, but she wasn’t going to risk Remy. Still, there were always hands…

Rogue shook her head, the image of Remy cumming fading away like an etch-a-sketch, and opened the doors. At 21, she was an adult, and she had a whole year of life experience. If Remy couldn’t see her as one now, he never would, and she needed to move on. 

But Remy wasn’t the only reason she’d returned. Logan was back. After disappearing after the break up, she eventually heard from Kurt that he was staying with Wade for a bit to get his shit together and then set off on his own, he wasn’t planning on coming back. Rogue had been hurt he didn’t communicate that with her, so she didn’t try to communicate that she was leaving too. Still, she heard, from Kitty this time, that he was back. Said something that he just came to say goodbye to Kurt and some others and then head out, but now he was staying, he was teaching again? Contact had been limited, and she hadn’t been able to hear from anyone for months.

So much to learn.

“Rogue!!!” Jubilee was the first to find her, running up to give her a big hug. “I’m so happy you’re back!!”

“Me too.”

“Girl, there is SO MUCH to fill you in on!!” She gave a wink. “Remy is still single. Hasn’t even dated anyone, although I thought he was trying to make moves on that new teacher for a while.”

Ah yes, the human teacher. She’d heard things here and there in her limited contact. Remy was even able to send a letter once, mentioning briefly how well they’d got on. Naturally, Rogue was a bit jealous but she knew she had no right to be. Still, no one ever mentioned them dating.

“Probably slept with her anyway.” Rogue tried not to sound bitter. It seemed Remy had fucked his way through half the town. Hell, she once overheard him giving Kurt an absolute run for his money once. It made her feel on the outside, the only one in the stupid mansion that wasn’t getting fucked.  

“Nuh-uh!” Jubilee took her arm, walking her down the hall. She’ll check in with Charles first. “I’ll be honest. She’s kinda weird. God, that sounds mean, but I promise I’m not trying to be! She’s very nice, never says a bad word about anyone. She’s so, so nice, but like… she knows. She knows she’s weird.”

“What kind of weird?”

“Raised in a cult weird! She still dresses like it too. Like a cross between a 50’s housewife and those mormon commune ladies. But again. Never caused any problems. Well, i guess there was that whole thing with Scott and Logan at the dance.”

Rogue turned to look at her friend. “What?!” Not this again. Did Logan and Scott fall for the same person AGAIN? No one told her Scott and Jean separated… Did Scott cheat on Jean?

“Oh-ho-ho. Girl, there is so much to catch up on. C’mon.”

*

You were cooking in the kitchen humming along to the music on your phone. It was so strange, discovering the music you actually liked now. For almost a year you’d been playing catch up. You found you really liked what people called basic pop music. It didn’t have a lot to say, but you found it fun. Your mind was filled with enough serious stuff, you didn’t need your music intense too. Right now you were swaying to Brittney Spears, someone you distinctly remember hearing condemned in church.

“Smells good.”

You thought you heard someone, but didn’t think much of it. People came in and out of the kitchen, often with other people. With issues with your hearing, it had gotten embarrassing going “hm?” Everytime you thought someone was talking to you, so you tuned out a lot.

Then, a girl about your age leaned against the counter. You’d never seen her before, but she looked familiar.

“Looks good too.”

“Oh!” You startled a bit, but you had gotten better at tempering your emotions. “Hi! Are you hungry? It’s almost done.”

“Sorry, I wasn't trying to intrude.” She had a strong southern accent, although you couldn’t place where. Much stronger than where you grew up in Carolina.

“There’s plenty! I was cooking for some friends and my fiance, they’ll be in soon. I’m sure they’d love it if you joined us!” She extended a hand. “I’m Judith. Are you new here?”

 She shook your hand with a glove-covered one of her own. “You really are nice…”

“Hm?”

“Oh, sorry, Jubilee was filling me in, she said you were nice.”

You smile at that. “Well, I think Jubilee is nice too. Are you going to start teaching next year? Or are you just here for a little?” Sometimes, mutants just came here as a respite. 

The girl smiled. “Oh, I’m not new, I-”

“PETIT!” Remy’s thick accent breaks the conversation as he strides in, followed by Wade and Logan.

“Oh shit.” Logan comes up to her, surprising you by bringing her into a deep hug. Who was she? An ex of Logans? Or Remy’s? Both? Logan comes up to you, grinning and giving you a kiss on the cheek. The girl makes a face you can’t figure out, but it makes you feel better he’s kissing you still. “Dolly, this is rogue.”

Oh! Thats how you knew her! She was in a picture hanging in Remys room. 

“You’re Rogue! Oh, I’m so sorry, here I was thinking you were some stranger.”

Remy stayed put right by Rogues side. Rogue’s name had come up in the few times you caught Remy in a less than cheerful mood.

She smiles and says it's alright, while Wade sticks his head directly into your pot. He’s lucky he has no hair to fall into your soup.

“Out!” You swat him gently with your spoon, making him yelp. “It’s ready anyway, everyone take a seat.”

“Yippie!” Wade cheers, practically skipping to the table.

You feel heavy eyes on you as you scoop out each bowl, plating it with garlic bread on the side. Wade digs in, but Logan flicks his head. “Have some manners.”

“Whaaaat?!” Wade asks in genuine confusion, only to look more confused as Logan takes yours hand, and his left takes Wades. Then Remy takes Wade’s other hand. Things only got worse when Logan lead the prayer.

“What the fuck was that?”

Logan shot him a glare. “No swearing at the dinner table.”

But Rogue was with Wade. “No, I’m with him. Since when do you pray?”

Logan was not as harsh with Rogue. “Things change.”

“I guess they do…” You don’t miss her glancing at your stomach.

You clear your throat. “Logan isn’t exactly religious, but it’s for me. We even go to church.” You turn to him with a loving smile, and he smiles right back. It has gotten easier to pretend now. Every day, this version of Logan, the Logan you knew before, well, it made the Logan that raped you blur away… Now the assault was nameless, faceless… sometimes it felt like you wanted it too. Logically, you knew Logan had done it… but that was so far removed from the Logan you knew, you couldn’t make sense of it.

“God damn.” Wade claps his hands together, laughing a bit nervously. “I don’t see my sweet little peanut for almost a year and suddenly he’s a little housewife that goes to church and is making little wolvies with the cult girl!”

“Watch it.” Logan’s firm warning to Wade not to push it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Wade can heal from anything (in the week he’s been here, he accidentally blew off a finger lighting fireworks with Kurt, and it grew back.) but you didn’t want Logan to blow his lid again like he did with Scott.

You take his hand, laughing in good humor. “Relax baby, he’s right. It’s not like I haven't made the same joke.”

*

“It’s fucking weird!!” Rogue complained. It wasn’t the conversation she wanted to have with Remy tonight. But then again she hadn’t explained planned on falling into bed with him 5 minutes after sneaking off to his room, but here she was. Still clothed, but thoroughly satiated. 

She could have told Remy they could have sex, that she controlled her powers now that if she was concentrating, no one got hurt. Even before, Remy would sneak dangerous quick little kisses because he claimed half a second was worth it to feel her. She still wore her gloves and all because it did actively require concentrating, so if someone walked up to her and touched her arm, she could accidentally hurt them, but all in all she was way less dangerous unintentionally.

Still, she kept that a secret from Remy. She didn’t want Remy to actually date her this time just because she could fuck him. She needed to know he didn’t just want her for sex. It was a silly worry, because clearly Remy could get it from about anywhere, but she wanted to know, she needed to know that Remy would have loved her as she was before, that the fact they couldn’t fuck wasn’t the secret reason he wouldn’t date her. She needed to know he wasn’t hiding behind the “you’re too young”

Yet, as Remy lay there holding her, he didn’t look one bit unpleased with what they had done.

“It’s not that weird, sweets. They love each other.”

“She’s only 3 years older than me.”

“Oh, so suddenly age gaps bother you know?” his inflection was light, but she still looked up at him with a slight glare. 

“That’s not fair.”

He softens, holding her closer. “I know. He’s 200 years old, it’s a bit different than us.”

Her heart leapt in its place. “And what exactly is us, Remy?”

A gentle sigh. “Well, if I was a better man, I’d say this is a one time thing…”

“And are you?”

Remy lifts her up, placing her on his stomach to straddle his stomach. “Petite. Do you know what I thought of every day for the year you were gone?”

“Whose pants you were gonna slide into next?”

“Rude, but fair.” Remy reached up to boop her nose, and Rogue focused on not hurting him. “No, I thought about how if I wasn’t suck a coward, you’d still be here, be in my bed, and not on the other goddamn side of the world.”

Pink dusted her cheeks. Rogue ground herself down over his covered abs, the wet spot on her leggings evident even through his shirt. “Did you think of me when you fucked other people?”

Remy shuttered, feeling her start to get herself off again on his body. Fuck, she looked so pretty like this, white and brown hair framing her faze as he gazed up at her in adoration. “There were no other people.”

She scoffed at that, nearly barking a laugh. “Yeah right! You’re a whore, Saloon Boy.”

“I tried, baby.” His words are gritted out, almost in pain as his cock springs to life yet again. Remy grabs her hips, encouraging her to hump him, to use him. “None of them were you. No one could ever be you.”

As Rogue continued to grind against Remy, staring deep into his red on black eyes. Her hands were plastered against his chest. She leaned down over him, lips dangerously close to his. “And no one was ever you.”

thanks for all your patience!! tomorrow is the last day of class, i just need to turn in one assignment but i had a question so i had to email my professor ;-; it was an edu class, childrens lit!!! it was soooo good. Did anyone ever read american girl books? I did my author study on valerie tripp, she was my fav bc i was OBSESSED with american girl! I got my samantha doll right here, actually. No wonder im a history major.

Anywayyyyy

stressy depressy about paying for school. i owe 3700 rn and i gotta pay it down to 1500 before school starts again in febuary. Luckily I have a long winter break (6 weeks!!) so im gonna work a LOT. I switched from one job that paid me just under $17 to a job I make 19 when im in the kitchen, and when I do to go its 16 plus tips SOOOOO heres to hoping. If im a few hundred short, I can probably ask my brother for a loan.

enough about me!!!! ROGUE IS HERE! AND WADE!

AND ahhhh!!! Dolly KILLED SOMEONE??????

Dropped in the comments what you think happened

Remy and Rogue <3 ive never read x men comics but i was reading up on them and ahhhh so cute. I love rogue so much. and yall know I love my boy remy

and tee hee Remy and Kurt was just because I love gay shit.

No poll today! Just tell me what you think of the chapter <3

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[mieczyhale]

"As a Christian we believe Jesus had to die. The purpose of Jesus being born was to die. And become the ultimate sacrifice for all of our sins so that everyone could have the opportunity for right standing with God.

So "who killed Jesus" is actually a worthless argument to begin with. And: correct. Saying "the Jews did kill Jesus" still shouldn't excuse hatred towards millions of people until the end of time.

The fact that a death, which had to happen, has been utilized to murder people for thousands of years is the dumbest thing in the world."

-Emmanuel Acho ["Uncomfortable Conversations with a Jew" by Emmanuel Acho and Noa Tishby]

[shona22]

Happy WIP Mondays! We are at 7k words for the first chapter so far and I'm trying not to put beyond 9. Hopefully. Positively. Un-betaed at the moment

“Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” Stiles groaned out from the arched entryway, just in front of the kitchen. He's rocking on the heels of his washed canvas shoes, hands clasped behind. There's an exaggerated frown on his face. He appears genuinely apologetic, just, not as much as he's voicing it out to be. “I know, you were busy and — yeah, you've been trying too, listening to us, and let me just say I thought you were replaced by some pod person because what the hell, Derek, when did you start taking my advice instead of taking–”

“Stiles.” Derek sighed with all his might. After the pack had dispersed, Stiles had lingered. He found his calling near the wall shelf, not quite looking at the books Derek had unearthed from the vault, just…letting his unfocused gaze linger on the cracked spines of the hardbound. The sensation of Stiles’s silence felt like prickling needles, like dehydration at a parched desert. Derek's been a bit miffed, mostly cautious, and waited patiently for the boy to leave him the fuck alone. But when has Derek's life gone according to the plan?

“Right.” Stiles sighed, pressing his palms into his eye sockets. “I'm apologizing.You should accept it.”

Derek almost snorts out the warm beer he had been nursing. He takes a moment, letting his eyes linger, going top to bottom and again the top of the boy’s head. Stiles, in all his pale-skinned, jittery glory, is simply infuriating. “You're demanding I accept your apology?”

“I'm making a suggestion.” He pops the words out with a petulant curling of his full lips, an insistent sinful pout of pink that's awfully tempting. But the expression stays there only for a moment before Stiles lets himself slump forward, reaching the kitchen counter that separates them. “Can I have that?” He say, pointing towards the beer can with a newfound audacity sparkling behind his brown eyes.

“No.” Derek said firmly, pulling himself and the can deliberately out of Stiles’s reach.

He had absolutely refused to supply alcoholic beverages to the pack – not because he's a law abiding citizen that's afraid of the Sheriff – but because he simply didn't carry enough wolfsbane infused alcohols to supply them so freely. Maybe, one day, he will teach IsaacIssac how to brew his own.

And giving Stiles a beer potent enough to affect a werewolf? Fat chance.

“You're underage.” Derek added bluntly.

Stiles pulled such an ugly expression that all Derek wants to do is reach between the space and slap it away. It's not new, the aggression he had felt towards the human boy— and worse, is that he's acted on it before. Stiles is infuriating, a poster child of adhd that could power a small town, and only could be enjoyed in small doses. And enjoyed is an overstatement — although his wolf heaves like a sickly Victorian child whenever he gets hit with the telltale scent of his mate. So the aggression? It's nothing new. It's a safer way to touch, better way to warn.

“I'm probably going to get killed anytime next week,” Stiles bemoaned with faux graveness. “And the only thing you'll remember is that you refused to give me a beer as our last conversation.”

“You're not going to die next week.” Derek rolled his eyes, turning his back to Stiles. The autumn sun was setting at a leisurely pace, still peaking over the horizon and painting the loft a dastardly shade of orange. He wants to pull the curtains in the main hall, but then again, he doesn't want to switch on the fluorescent lights indoors just yet. He needs to cook dinner. The sink is filled with dishes. There's laundry he needs to take by Mrs. Witherspoon’s laundromat down the streets. There's—

“Uh, did you not hear anything I said?” Stiles yelled, incredulous, and it cuts through Derek's train of thought. “The thing is going off killing virgins now, and guess what I'm? I'll give you two chances.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Stiles.”

“Yes, I'm, indeed Stiles. How did you even guess, Derek? Now, for your second chance. What am I?”

“A general pain in the ass.”

“Hah.” Stiles deadpans, curling his fingers to rest his face on his palm as he leaned forward, back arched. “A virgin. I'm going to die a virgin.”

“You're not going to die a virgin, Stiles.” Derek exhaled loudly, feeling the veins on his forehead throb.

He switches the faucet then, letting the water cascade over the dirty dishes and the lull in the conversation. The yellow scrubbers Ericas got him were a tight fit, he wonders if she got it from the kid's section because no wash gloves should have a size limit. It's not as if Derek's awfully big, he's bigger than most— a definite sore thumb in the clandestine town of Beacon Hills. Back in New York, he was dwarfed by men the size of wall pillars, but back then he was younger and also a beta. Although, if memories serve right, then Hales were always a peculiar bunch. People had always given them a wide berth, a fleetingly curious glance. Even the women were taller and broader. If anything, he remembered the then Sheriff being thoroughly loomed over by Talia Hale.

This all to say that when Stiles slides up bedside him, all meek like a church mouse and smelling divinely of lust and want, Derek could only concentrate on the fact that he looked all soft and small, easy to engulf if Derek were to hold him close. He's flushed, red cheeked and bitten lips. The pretty nose, the moles. His rigid, swimmer shoulders that tapered into a tiny waist. He's too skinny, but there's a give to his belly where the graphic shirt sticks tauntly. Almost like the baby fat had refused to melt down. “What do you mean by that?”

What? Derek blinks, then repeats it out loud. “What?”

“You said…” Stiles’s voice is unsteady, he plays with a lock of hair around the nape of his long neck. “I don't have to die a virgin.”

“...I did.”

“So, you're– are you–” He takes in a large gulp of breath, then looks straight up, right into Derek, right at his soul, where it's dark and sick. “You're offering? To take my virginity?”

The sound of water hitting the melamine plates was deafening.

[sweetbunpura]

Honestly, I'm like 75% sure that Christianity (or any other real-world religion for that matter) doesn't exist in Twisted Wonderland in any meaningful capacity (Since I think most people seem to semi-worship the Great Seven, or at least that's how it looks like).

But if it did: Walt Disney would be God and Mickey would be Jesus.

And Yuu would be their prophet with how many damn vague prophetic dreams they keep getting.

I will accept no criticism on this.

I can't believe Mickey gave himself for our sins. Yuu is a disciple.

Mickey: Go and preach my world.

Yuu: Mickey doesn't believe in fair pay.

Mickey: Wait, no-

It's funny to imagine it since TWST is close to how our world functions, but they don't touch religion cause that's a whole fight waiting to happen. Rollo is probably the closest we'll get, but even he's not super religious. But it will not stop us from making jokes about him being a catholic boy.

Riddle: What does the word say today, Yuu?

Yuu, opens Disney world guide: Thou shall not die in the park.

Mickey: NOOOOOO!