#HOW DO YOU MAKE A PLANT GROW JESUS CHRIST

[ballroomnotoriety]

contrary to the impression any conversation with me will give, i do Not Like being angry but boy howdy! number one way to get me there is by playing dumb! when I ask how plants get their energy--well after we've covered photosynthesis--i should not feel like im talking to a bunch of dead fish!

shout-out though to the kid who, when a classmate asked me a Very Stupid Question, deadpan asked "did u read the directions?" and classmate went "no" and kiddo just rolled their eyes at me. I feel u bruh. u got me.

[hauntingblue]

I

<3

In between arc (kinda) episodes

Pt. 3

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

A/N: After hours filth. Your boyfriend catching you getting off.

~*~

You should’ve known that your idea would’ve gotten you into this predicament. Caught red handed, legs wide open and knees cool from tile flooring, thighs aching with twisted blood rush. The silicone is pressed deep inside, your hands still resting on your nipples - just how he found you. It’s not hard to decipher what’s going on when he blinks the sleep from his eyes, caramel tresses in disarray, chain nestled in his overgrown chest hair, bare feet, and a pair of his black briefs, ones not concealing a damn thing, especially now.

“What’s this?” He questions, that honey heating up, rasp still clinging to his tongue.

You know he’d never shame you or control your pleasure, despite you being a couple. It’s a playful curiosity, yet one that borders on jealousy. Steve Harrington, with twitch of his jaw that makes that mole dance, those lips look more pronounced as he licks across them, tongue lolling out so far that it reaches his stubble bitten skin — is jealous of your dildo.

“My toy.” Is your soft response.

He shifts in the doorway, his length growing beneath the fabric, pressing uncomfortably. Bare feet pad on the floors until he’s kneeling in front of you, tilting his head to see you spread around it. And god, when he looks at you, nostrils inhaling, pupils blown so wide that remaining sleep curls away like wafting smoke, a thin amber ring surrounding an enriching black ink. You find yourself holding your breath as he leans in, nose nudging yours, breath hot on your mouth. His hand raises to cradle your cheek, thumb pad brushing ever-so-lightly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I…” you accidentally move on the toy and let out a gasp into him.

He pretends to mock, mouth finding that space behind your ear that makes your hands drop from your chest and reach for his shoulders, digging in.

“You, what? Hmm, honey?”

“You’ve been working, so I just didn’t want to take your sleep away from you, baby. That’s all.” It’s the truth, one that has Steve softening, his gaze filtering back to your own.

“You could’ve used your smaller toys, or your vibrator. I wouldn’t have mind if you stayed in bed with me while you played with yourself, sweetheart.”

Your legs tighten around the length, a whine escaping your throat. An uncomfortable echo. You have to move. You know what will ultimately satisfy you. He knows it too.

“Or is it that you just had to have something inside of you?”

“Steve…” you dig your nails into his shoulder blades and he takes the opportunity to move his hands, letting them slink around your lower back, before locking in tightly, pulling you up against his chest, your naked breasts dragging through the soft curls, his necklace draped across your collarbones.

Both of you so warm, panting, rocking into one another.

“Judging by the size, someone missed my cock, didn’t she?”

“I told you I didn’t want to wake you, please —“

“Shh, honey.” He presses a finger to your lips, his massive palm digging into your lower back, the other on your waist, and he’s lifting you a few inches off the toy, pushing you back down seconds later, his mouth piece finding your earlobe, letting you in on a secret. “Your pussy woke me up. So fucking wet that I could hear you in here.”

Your jaw drops open. “You know I wanted you, I just couldn’t wait.”

A nod that shakes strands across his forehead. He’s perfect as he rises above you, cheeks tinted pink, offering his hands to you, easing you off the cock as you stand fully.

“Jesus Christ, honey. Look between your legs, won’t even have to prep you.”

Embarrassingly, you do look down and catch a strand of creamy arousal drip from your cunt. But Steve loves it, hands shoving into the elastic of his boxers. You’re practically drooling, taste buds ready, saliva pooling across your tongue, settling in the corners of your mouth.

“How do you want me?” You’re immediately blurting.

Steve smirks that signature, shit eating from, strutting the two steps forward, pushing his hand across your cheek, some fingers splayed down over your neck. He taps several times, contemplating.

“I wanna see your face when I give you what you want, and I want to be the one that gives it to you until you’re asleep, for the rest of the night. Do you get it, honey? That okay with you? Just let me take care of you.”

You’re letting him direct you into laying back on the bed, legs wide open, chest exerted in excitement as you watch him peel down his boxers, sticky with desire, collecting over the head of his thick shaft. Absolutely beautiful. Red, dusted in beauty marks, that vein, all the way to those full balls surrounded by his bush. He is receptive to how your eyes light up, body shifting, face wrinkling in discomfort, the need to be taken, to have. He holds onto himself, watching you as he spreads that shine all over, working into his fist, his tongue collected at the side of his inner cheek, poking.

Both of you craving a little extra edge, he senses.

“You want this raw, honey? Just me inside of you, nothing else? Risking-every-damned thing.”

You incline your head at a rapid pace. “Make it happen, Steve.”

That’s all he needs to know.

[edensxgarden]

Lando Norris’s birthday gift 🤔🤔

( and maybe some interaction with the other drivers, maybe wishing him happy birthday, only a few moments after being balls deep in his girl )

I saw this request and kind of ran with it! Im sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted but I couldn't get my mind off this 😵‍💫. Also, it ended up being kinda Lando x R x Max, so if that's not your thing, you might wanna skip this. Anyways, happy belated birthday to my husband and smut under the cut! <3

You had wanted nothing more than to spoil your darling boyfriend on his birthday. You woke up extra early to make him a sweet breakfast, trying to emulate Carlos' fluffy pancakes. You danced around the kitchen giddily as you plated them all pretty with syrups and fruits, beyond excited to wake Lando up with his favorite food. 

Once you had finished cooking, you took a step back to take in the meal, properly proud of how pretty the pancakes looked and how they certainly were fluffy, which Carlos had been sure to emphasize. 

You quickly ran to the bathroom to take a quick look in the mirror before delivering the food you'd prepared. You were wearing a lacy white sleepset, which even you had to acknowledge was airing on the side of being excessively revealing. You had already tussled with your messy bed hair and spent nearly an hour completely perfecting your makeup.

You simply wanted everything to be absolutely perfect, and you admired your neat and admittedly gorgeous appearance. You gave yourself a nod of approval in the mirror before sauntering back to the kitchen to grab the plate of pancakes and make your way to the bedroom. 

You carefully sat down next to Lando on the bed, careful not to startle him awake. You planted a soft kiss on his forehead, gently raking your nails across his back to coax him into waking up. 

You smiled as you watched his eyes flutter open, his long lashes revealing the beautiful blue you loved so much. Your heart pounded against your chest. Without fail, you found yourself stunned at just how beautiful your boyfriend was, even just after waking up. 

You were met with a lazy smile as Lando blinked the sleep out of his eyes, rubbing them harshly with his fists as he got used to the sunlight shining through the sheer curtains. Once his eyes were well adjusted, he caught sight of you, and his jaw dropped. 

He instantly shuffled around the bed, sitting up as he took in your appearance. He was nearly drooling before he even saw the sweet delicacy you held in your hands, but as he saw the pancakes, his face absolutely lit up. 

"Happy birthday, baby." You flashed him a bright smile, absolutely giddy. You handed him the plate of sticky, stacked pancakes, eager for his reaction to the dish. 

You watched as he cut into one, eating it and letting out a small moan as the fluffy cake and sweet jams filled his mouth. "Best birthday ever!" He exclaimed happily, and you let out an anticipatory breath at his satisfaction. 

You sat down next to Lando on your side of the bed as you chatted away and let him devour his birthday breakfast. Lando never failed to have you cackling at every joke; it was something you have always adored about him. 

As he finished eating breakfast, he laid the plate next to him on the bedside table and finally focused his attention on you. His eyes gawked up and down your body, and a rosy blush dusted your cheeks. 

"Jesus Christ, baby," he spoke, finally. Your skimpy sleepwear left little to the imagination, and Lando felt his dick twitch inside his boxers at the sight of you, already growing hard. 

You giggled softly before inching closer to him on the bed, giving him your best bedroom eyes. "Wanted to do something special for your birthday." You spoke in a sultry voice, and although you felt properly stupid, you could see Lando was eating it up. 

Lando pulled you up onto his lap, capturing your glossy lips in a kiss. It began softly but quickly grew rushed and sloppy as you began grinding onto his crotch, the thin material doing little to shield your dripping cunt. 

"So fucking wet for me already, yeah?" Lando pulled away from the kiss to slur at you, his eyes growing dark with lust. "Supposed to be my birthday gift, but I think you're enjoying it just as much as I am." He cheekily cackled out to you in a teasing tone. 

"Please Lando.." He was right; you were enjoying this. You'd do anything for Lando today, but the teasing was driving you absolutely mad. You needed him bad, and you knew how much Lando liked when you verbalized that. 

"Please, what, love? Seems like you're really takin' advantage of this little gift." He had a cocky smirk glued to his face, fiddling with the thin strap of your bra as he spoke. 

"Please fuck me, Lando; I wan' make you feel good." You slurred out, your brain already hazy with the anticipation of feeling Lando inside of you, and his arrogant attitude did little to alleviate that need.

Lando was quick to give into your pleas, quickly flipping you over and ripping the maliciously picked clothing off your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable under him. Lando swiftly removed his boxers, finally freeing himself. 

With his smug words and facial expressions, you'd think he wasn't so much as phased, but his cock betrayed him. It was achey, and the fat tip was flushed a dark mauve color, all dripping and pretty. It took everything in you to stop yourself from sucking the soul out of him. 

But it was all worth it when he sank balls deep into you, your moans harmonizing with each other. The two of you fucked like rabbits, but no matter how many times you had him inside you, it always took a moment to adjust to the stretch. You let your eyes flutter closed as your fingernails dug into his beefy arms, leaving small crescent markings. 

Once you gave him the go-ahead, Lando began pistoning inside you. You felt his mushroom tip nudge your insides, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every delicious thrust. It was perfect; he was perfect; everything was perfect. 

And then suddenly... a piercing ring echoed through the room, disrupting his melodic thrusts and pulling you back to planet Earth. You expected Lando to ignore the irritating noises from the phone or, at the very most, silence the ring. 

But a whine was ripped from your mouth as Lando slid out of you, reaching to grab his phone from the nightstand. Lando shushed your confused whimpers as he picked up the phone. 

"Happy birthday, Lando!" The familiar voice spoke and you felt pure dread coursing through your blood. You had no problem with Max, but he truly had the worst goddamn timing, didn't he?

You rolled your eyes as Lando made nice, thanking the Dutchman for his kind birthday messages. You felt absolutely venomous as the two went on talking about this, that, and whatever while you were the one supposed to be having Lando's attention. 

But you learned to be careful what you wished for when Lando shoved the phone into your hand and slid his sensitive cock back inside you. Your mouth fell into a wordless scream as you fought back your moans.

Lando continued chatting away as he thrust into you, using you as his own little fucktoy. With a particularly rough snap of his hips, you lost the strength to silence your noises, accidentally letting a filthy moan slip out of your lips. 

Lando looked at you with an amused smirk as the man on the phone paused his words. "Is everything alright?" He asked, concern laced in his voice. 

Lando let out a small chuckle before he answered, the arrogance heavy in his voice. "My pretty little slut just can't seem to keep quiet. 's a pity, yeah?" 

Your face twisted into an expression of pure shock at Lando's filthy words. In any other situation, you'd be mortified, but with Lando's fat cock still deep inside you, you found it difficult to care too much. 

You thought Max would be horrified, and probably a bit disgusted at Lando's antics. What you certainly didn't expect was for Max to offer to speak to you, and what you doubly didn't expect what he said next. 

"Be a good girl for Lando, princess. It's his birthday after all, yeah? Nice and quiet, baby; I know you can." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your cunt clenched tightly around Lando's cock, forcing a quiet moan out of him. 

Lando let out a soft chuckle before he spoke once more. "The way her pretty pussy just squeezed me, I think she liked that. Didn't you, baby? Be a good girl and tell Max how much his words turn you on."

You felt yourself being pushed closer and closer to your euphoric high by the shower of attention from the 2 attractive men. "Uh-huh I—fuck Lando! — like it." 

"You wanna come for us, baby? I know you can do it." Lando urged you on, bringing his thumb to your clit. "She sounds so pretty when she comes, Max; it drives me crazy." 

It was all you needed to ascend to heaven—loud, needy moans erupting from you. You shook and twitched, and you felt as if you had died and gone to heaven when Lando emptied his heavy balls inside of you, milky white ropes filling you up. 

Max's gravelly moans filled your ears, and your thighs pressed together as you imagined him fucking his fist at the sounds of you and your boyfriend. 

As Lando said his goodbyes to Max and finally hung up, the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. This most certainly would be a birthday Lando would never forget. 

[aheathen-conceivably]

Part of Zelda loved the last few years of their lives. At its simplest, it reminded her of being in England again, of standing in the fields with her father and making every recipe from scratch with her mother. Life felt warmer here than it had in New Orleans, calmer and quieter and more akin to something she had envisioned for herself. 

Of course there was pain as well, backbreaking constant pain and endless drudgery. Sometimes it reminded her of how much she liked standing in a crowded cafe or club and feeling everyone’s energy come together in one tumultuous surge. Compared to that, it often felt like she had only known two extremes in her life, and she had swung between the two without ever really finding herself in the middle. 

Then there was the desperation, constantly turning and monitoring the soil, adding any and every shell or skin she could spare, and hauling countless buckets of water from the nearby stream. It was knowing that living or dying fell upon your back and the roof over everyone’s heads relied on your efforts. But in doing so it sometimes felt like a spirit overtook one, one that actually understood her purpose and called her Little Robin on even his darkest days.

Only recently the desperation had taken on a new tone, one independent of Gio’s debts or her child’s hunger. One that even her father wouldn’t have understood. It was her burden, and her burden alone, seen and shared by Antoine but really only felt by her. Because she could till this soil; she could monitor it and will the crops to grow as though through sheer willpower and knowledge alone. Only she couldn’t do the same for herself. 

Because at least this seemingly barren soil was growing something. There was life and hope in it, fully grown plants and crops on the edge of being harvested. She had poured her soul into it, and it had responded in turn. She needed them to grow, not only for the reasons everyone else did, but because she couldn’t seem to grow anything within herself.

She was walking the fields, picking away dead leaves and checking under each one for bugs when she saw it: a sapphire glittering amidst the greenery in the ever-present sunshine. She reached forward slowly, moving each leaf aside hesitantly as though half expecting to look down and see yet another dashed hope that had existed only for a moment.

But then she bent down into the soil and it was real: a perfectly grown ear of corn. Untouched by bugs or drought or heat. She had done it. It had grown. In an inaudible whisper she called out to Gio across the farmyard. Realizing that he was probably preoccupied still trying to dig out their well she called out again, and again, until her amazed voice finally rose to an audible volume.

He rounded the fence, his eyes filled with apprehension that another bud had been eaten in the night or the leaves inexplicably wilting. Instead he saw Zelda standing there, an ear of corn in her hand and a smile on her face. 

He immediately threw his shovel into the dirt and ran toward her, “We did it, Zelda! We really fucking did it!” For a moment he just held her in shared amazement, and Zelda could swear that he was going to cry. All of his emotions poured out onto her so that she could feel he had no way to contain his gratitude, until he picked her up and swung her amidst the tall verdant plants growing all around them, “Jesus Christ who am I kidding, you did it! This farm…it, I was nothing until you got here, until you made all this happen!”

Zelda let herself be swept off her feet, lost in his characteristically infectious joy. Because he didn’t know why she had worked so hard on these fields, or that she often walked the rows thinking of them in relation to herself. He only knew she had given him something, everything he seemed to dream of in that moment, and that together they had actually done it. They had made life grow from nothing.

Across the farmyard, Josephine watched them, and a small fire started in her heart. With a jolt she realized that this was what jealousy must feel like. She had never given a fuck about who Gio or any of her partners had danced or laughed or flirted with, so long as she knew and they didn’t use it against her when the time came. But it couldn’t be, not here, not now. Not her. 

This was Zelda. Her best friend, her sister. They worked and lived there together day in and day out, but then he set her on the ground and her laughter rang out through the farmyard, and Josephine realized that it was her. It was the joy she and Gio shared over a goddamn ear of corn. One single ear of corn. It was as infuriating as all of life was here, because it didn’t feel like living at all. It felt like a constant game of survival that transformed your life into a series of meaningless tasks without purpose or delineation rather than something that was actually yours to live.

Because life here wasn’t simpler for Josephine the way it was for Zelda. There was nothing nostalgic or calming about it. No sound of her father’s voice to guide her through the pain or personal drive tying her to the constant, backbreaking work. She tried, every goddamn day she tried, just like she promised Giorgio and herself that she would; but it felt like the land itself was draining her soul bit by bit.

Yet here was Zelda, who seemed like some sort of old world fertility goddess standing amongst the plants she had grown from soil that wouldn’t yield for anyone else. For years, she had done nothing but give and give as she worked alongside Giorgio to make his damn dream come true, all the while thoughts of running away continued to plague Josephine in the night. Zelda had poured her soul into the desolate land to make it grow. Josephine dreamed of setting it on fire. 

Jesus, she didn’t want to. She wanted to fall onto the orange sands of Strangerville and somehow sprout into the perfect farm wife too. That’s why she was jealous. She wanted to be that happy when a single goddamn ear of corn had grown, to share in the simple joy of the man she loved over something she couldn’t help but find infuriating. It seemed like he was happy because he had someone to share that joy with now, someone who could make his dreams come true and give him all of herself so totally. It made her think that maybe the problem was her; she had simply not given enough of herself to be happy. But she didn’t quite know how.

[hiswordsarekisses]

“for you are still worldly. For since there is jealousy and dissension among you, are you not worldly? Are you not walking in the way of man? For when one of you says, “I follow Paul,” and another, “I follow Apollos,” are you not mere men? What then is Apollos? And what is Paul? They are servants through whom you believed, as the Lord has assigned to each his role. I planted the seed and Apollos watered it, but God made it grow. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. He who plants and he who waters are one in purpose, and each will be rewarded according to his own labor. For we are God’s fellow workers; you are God’s field, God’s building. By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as an expert builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one must be careful how he builds. For no one can lay a foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, or straw, his workmanship will be evident, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will prove the quality of each man’s work. If what he has built survives, he will receive a reward. If it is burned up, he will suffer loss. He himself will be saved, but only as if through the flames. Do you not know that you yourselves are God’s temple, and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him; for God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple. Let no one deceive himself. If any of you thinks he is wise in this age, he should become a fool, so that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight. As it is written: “He catches the wise in their craftiness.” And again, “The Lord knows that the thoughts of the wise are futile.” Therefore, stop boasting in men. All things are yours, whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas or the world or life or death or the present or the future. All of them belong to you, and you belong to Christ, and Christ belongs to God.” 1stCorinthians‬ ‭3‬:‭3‬-‭23‬

[notmorbid]

the hole.

dialogue prompts from the hole by hye-young pyun.

the real fight starts now.

you are clearly not okay.

i didn't know what to ask.

don't feel embarrassed.

recovery takes a long time.

if there's one thing i hate, it's tales of miraculous recoveries.

how does it feel to be home again?

i'm in no shape to comfort anyone.

my father has a lot, but i'm all my mother has.

i don't mean to poke at old wounds.

i want all the gory details.

i was trying to figure out how to apologize.

you'd abandon your family to ensure your own success.

assholes like you always succeed.

you can't represent the world through maps alone.

at least maps improve with failure.

your forties are well-suited to all manner of sin.

i stopped growing a long time ago.

you know better than anyone what a hack i am.

climbing plants give me the creeps.

you'll never guess who's come to visit.

you always imagine the worst possible circumstances for yourself.

not even you could have guessed.

he's come to pray for you.

i'm sorry i drank it all.

i thought i would feel free, but i don't.

who is this?

i feel removed from the entire world.

only someone like jesus christ himself could do your job.

i'll stay with you, for the time being.

your pledges and promises are useless.

you can't choose cynicism over grief.

you're making me extremely uncomfortable.

were you cussing?

you look good.

do you like being back home?

you look just as tired as me.

there are sides of you that only family can see.

it's like being born all over again.

i wanted you to be surprised.

i've become a laughingstock.

not everyone could do what you did.

misery does love company.

once you experience loss, you find it has a good side.

a dead husband is so much better than a cheating husband.

raised with so much love and care, only to die for no reason.

you act like i'm not even here.

leaning on someone leads to hugging.

when you get old, you don't hold back. you stop watching what you say.

my world was the only one that collapsed.

i'm always thinking about you.

i didn't know you worried about me.

there are things i can only bear because of you.

you can't stay in the house forever.

[livwritesstuff]

only context needed -> it's 2001, steve and eddie are established foster parents, and they just had a newborn baby dropped off on their doorstep enjoy :)

Eddie appears behind Steve only a moment after an unnamed social worker passes off to him a newborn baby and disappears.

“Oh…shit,” he says, “That…yeah, that’s a baby. Was that…”

“Not our caseworker. Couldn’t make it, I guess.”

“Huh,” Ed replies, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, this never gets old. Well…she’s here, I guess...dibs on going shopping.”

“Fine by me,” Steve replies, adjusting the way he’s holding the tiny baby as he begins to make his way back down the hallway, “You can install the car seat while you’re at it.”

“Oh come on, Stevie.”

“I’ll text you a list.”

Eventually Ed does leave, and he begrudgingly takes the car seat with him (sucker, Steve thinks as he watches him go, because that thing is a bitch to install but he totally would have done it if Ed asked nice enough, but he’d do anything for Ed if he asked nice enough). The baby is asleep, and he’d like her to stay that way for as long as possible, so he unfolds the portable crib he’d dug out of the hall closet and then gets back to cooking dinner.

Steve is wrapping up the final steps of the paella recipe when the baby begins to cry. He hopes it’s not a hungry-cry or a diaper-cry, because he can’t exactly help her with any of those things until Ed gets back, but it turns out to be a woke up and didn’t know where she was -cry (or maybe it’s a was in the goddamn womb forty-eight hours ago and now doesn’t know what the fuck is going on -cry; Steve doesn’t blame her either way), because as soon as he’s got her cradled in his arms again, she calms down. He finishes cooking one-handed, and just as he’s plating up dinner, the door to their apartment opens.

Eddie walks into the kitchen, and Steve looks up just in time to watch his jaw slacken as his eyes fall on the way he’s holding the little baby.

“So how’d it go?” Steve asks nonchalantly.

“Jesus Christ, Steve.”

“What?”

“God, dad really is your final form.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, though he can’t quite manage to quell the hint of a smirk on his lips before he turns back towards the stove.

“You know precisely what that means,” Ed replies tiredly.

“How did the shopping go?” Steve repeats, because Ed’s ability to productively shop by himself has been a bit of a toss-up ever since he started having a serious amount of disposable income.

Much to Steve’s immediate concern, Ed begins to bring bag after bag after bag in from the hallway.

“It went excellent, I’ll have you know. We’re gonna need a whole-ass shed for all the diapers, and she’s got clothes for the next hundred years.”

“That’s great,” he replies, replacing the baby in the crib, “She’ll be this size for the next forty-five minutes. Formula?”

“Done. Did you know that baby socks are so fuckin’ tiny, Steve?”

Steve looks at him for a long time.

“Is this your way of telling me you bought a lot of baby socks?”

Ed doesn’t immediately answer.

“Ed.”

“Yes — dinner ready? I’m starving.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he turns away — purely to hide the smile he can’t force down, because there’s something so goddamn cute about Ed getting excited about buying baby clothes (but for the sake of their bank account, he can’t let him know he feels that way).

“Dinner’s ready, go sit down.”

And because he can’t help it, he asks —

“So the dad thing does it for you?”“Steve, the dad thing did it for me when you were dad to our fifteen year old friends. Of course it’s gonna do it for me with a newborn fuckin’ baby. Jesus H. Christ.”

mildly edited excerpt from ch 1 of plant a seed (we'll watch it grow)

[st4rb3rries]

AW THE FRIENDSHIP HCS AAAA could u also write some for Tweek, Craig, and Wendy?? Thank you!!!!!!!<33

TWEEK TWEAK and CRAIG TUCKER friendship hc's .ೃ࿔*:･

pairings; tweek and craig x reader (all aged up 18+)

summary; just hc's!

warnings; slight cussing

a/n; sorry i didn't write for wendy idk how to write for her!!

YOUR FRIEND GROUP WITH THEM

craig forced you guys into all getting guinea pigs. it was at 3am too. craig saw the 24 hour pet star and was literally begging you both to get one. obviously you guys got one because craig couldn't stfu🙄. tweek named his espresso and you named yours piggy. now stripe has 2 new friends to play with!! two weeks later stripe now has one friend to play with.

tweek: "AUHG G-GUYS E-ESPRESO DIED, AUGJK WHAT AM I GOING TO DO"

y/n and craig: "WTH HOW DID ESPRESSO DIE??!??!"

tweek: "I GIVE HER COFFE JUST ONCE AND THEN-"

craig: "GOD DAMMINT TWEEK GUINEA PIGS CAN'T HANDLE COFFEE!"

you guys arranged espresso a funeral. espresso was buried in craigs backyard. she didn't deserved to be buried in her murderers backyard. everyone was crying, but tweek was crying the most. a real one was lost that day. r.i.p espresso😔🙌.

ok hear me out, you guys have a garden at tweeks house. it's y'alls relaxing garden whenever you guys are stressed from school. and it smells like coffee cause tweeks parents grow their own coffee beans their!! you guys built this garden by yourselves. it has a mini water fountain and everything. even a lil bench. you guys mostly planted flowers there.

sneaking out to the park late at night is a thing you guys do once a week. at first tweek was skeptical because you could get kidnapped. but after a few times going he now enjoys it. you guys play hide and seek cops and robbers tag and much more. it's so chaotic too because it's at night you can't see anything. lot's of screaming is heard and the neighbors once called the cops on you guys because. they thought a murder was happening💀. you guys ran away whenever you saw blue and red lights.

on those lazy days you and tweek go to craigs house and set up his movie projector outside in his backyard. you guys lay on his trampoline with blankets and munch on snacks. ghibli movies are %100 being watched. but it's all fun and games until CRAIG starts jumping. oh nah you and tweek always be flying like 300 feet into the air. so you and tweek always get craig back with a double jump. craig finally got to visit outer space that night😍.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH TWEEK ⋆˚✿˖°

making coffee drinks at 3am since you guys have such a bad sleep schedule!! since tweek has the keys to his parents shop. you guys sneak in and, that's when it gets real fun and messy. you guys either make the most delicious heaven sent frappuccino's on earth. OR THE MOST DISGUESTING COFFE DRINK THAT WOULD KILL A WHOLE POPULATION. like, "no tweek i aint gonna try your coffee mayo topped with celery🙄". "i'll give you $5 bucks" "ok bet" tweek really couldn't believe you drank that. he was so disappointed in you too. you drank all that just for 5 dollars tf?? even though he was disappointed in you, he recorded you drinking it. he was laughing his ass off the whole time too omfg. the next day he was so worried because he thought you died😭😭😭. in reality you got a new and exclusive virus😍.

doing your skincare for him. i feel like sometimes his anxiety makes him break out sometimes. so he comes over to your house to ask you for skin advice and for you to do his skincare! you were so excited when he asked you that like you were screaming and jumping!! tweek didn't really get the hype though🤨. first you started off with a cleanser, then a face mask. he didn't like the consistency off the face mask because it was slimey. he was like "what am i frog🙄🙄" "yes" after that you used some serums and moisturizers then you dried him off with a fan. bro was so tired and about to fall asleep until he saw you grab more boxes. "oh jesus christ what now" "nose strips and pimple patches duh🙄" tweek actually felt nice and relaxed after you were done. it became it weekly thing for you to do his skincare. but after a while he finally does it on his own everyday. he now has the most clearest skin!! thanks you to you ofc<3

so yk how tweek has his buttons all messed up on his shirt. sometimes they pop out due to his twitches so you always sew them back on just for him. but you've been sewing his buttons on for awhile and he quicky grasps the steps very easily. after a bit of practice he learned to sew his own buttons. anyways he wanted to learn a little bit more advanced things then just sewing buttons. so you taught him more! after a couple months he made so many things. like gloves, plushies, bags and much more. but his favorite thing to do is emborder his jeans and shirts. once you guys bought each other jeans and spent the whole night and morning embroidering little things and doodles about each other. i just think this is a cute little niche thing that he does. :)

baking coffee cupcakes with him is for sure a thing you guys do. he has a huge sweet tooth! i feel like older tweek is not trying to drink as much coffee since it's been damaging him since he was a kid😭. so he starts somewhere small. you suggest coffee cupcakes since he has a sweet tooth and he loves the idea. it still has coffee but not as much. he actually created the cupcake recipe and it turned out so good!! so don't be surprised when it's 4am and you get a message from tweek that says, "lets go to walmart and get stuff for coffee cupcakes." you say yes ofc because his cupcakes are so delicious!! once you guys get back from walmart. you guys put on your matching aprons and then start baking together. tweek is the cupcake expert here so you follow his instructions. whenever you mix and measure things tweek has to watch you because. one time you put the whole bottle of vanilla extract because you were talking to him and you didn't even notice. once you guys bit into those cupcakes...... you spat them back out cause they were so nasty. this time the cupcakes turned out delicious because tweek was monitoring you😭.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH CRAIG ୨୧⋆ ˚｡

so i hc that craig loves space as much as stripe so going to the space museum. are definitely things that you guys love to do and always do. you guys always go once a month if not more!! whenever you guys to the space museum, you never fail to smile at craigs lit up face when he enters🤭. his favorite exhibit is the big shuttle that takes up the whole place. the first time you guys were there you snuck onto the shuttle and toured it. it was all going until you guys got caught by security. you tried to ditch them but y'all still got caught. you both flipped off security whenever they escorted you out🙄. his 2nd favorite exhibit is the star room. it's a projector that shows stars on the ceilings and all the planets are hanging in there. there's also old love music playing in the background. this exhibit is for couples but he don't care. every time it's empty you guys pull up and start slow dancing. only for a minute because every time you see craigs serious face you start laughing and he does too. you guys can't take anything seriously😭 .

you and craig always have photoshoots with your guinea pigs. ik this sounds childish but, you and craigs love for guinea pigs are unmatched😔🙌. craig always goes to your house for the photoshoots. some examples that you've guys done are astronauts, race car drivers, and barbie and ken! and these photoshoots turn out so good im not even kidding. the accessories and clothes are hand made by y'all ofc. and the backgrounds are painted by craig. you always take the photos. craig does too sometimes but they turn out blurry. "i can take the photos this time if you want" "NO ITS OK I'LL TAKE THEM" (craig always prints out the photos and tapes it to his walls.) once stripe and piggy are done you let them run around in their own play area. THESE ARE SPOILED GUINEA PIGS. they have a bunch of toys, mazes that they can go through and much more. you and craig got jobs just so you can support your children🙌. once their tired from playing around you guys always make them gourmet food. craig also bought them little tables and chairs so they can eat😭. you guys get the best lettuce and herbs for your guinea pigs. and yk they be eating good since they're a lil chunky. you and craig always chop up all the veggies and plate them up. in the end you guys are very responsible and loving parents.

whenever it's late at night and the stars are beautiful expect a message from craig saying: "MEET ME ON KROOFTOP RN STAQRS LOOOK PRETYYW😭" you meet up with craig so he can read astronomy books to you. BUT only when the stars are extra pretty. obviously craig owns all the astronomy books so he brings that and a flashlight! you on the other hand, you bring blankets and snacks! craig always reads while you just sit and listen. you never offer to read just so you can hear his voice more🤭. "astronyisaphenonminathathathasbeen-" "WOAH OWAH SLOW DOWN" you say. craig says, "it's not my fault im a smarter intellectual and faster reader than you🤓🤓🤓" (with sarcasm) you guys also look for constellations too! craigs house is the best place for constellation sighting. "isn't that the big chipper or something like that?" "no you dumbass it's the big dipper🙄" you always stay up on his roof top until the dawn of morning. so it's a bonus that you get to see the sunrise too. "the sunrise is so much more prettier than those stars" "get out of my house"

craig has a thing for lego's so he insists on inviting you whenever whenever the lego set he got was easy enough for you to build. if the set is advanced then he'll stick to building it himself and here's why. it was your first time building a lego set with craig. it was that big star wars starship model. it was all finished and craig was so proud he could cry. ohhh but he did cry whenever you dropped the starship model on the ground. "y/n get out" "OH SHIT S-SORRY CRAIG IM SORR-" "please y/n just get out" THAT BIG BABY DIDN'T WANT YOU TO SEE HIM CRY OVER PIECES OF PLASTICCCC. once he started crying you hugged him. "OH Y/N SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL I TELL YA!!!" you told him that you were soooo sorry for dropping it and he forgave you. (he still holds you accountable till this day) that's why you and craig stick to easy models. like the valentines models personally those are his favorite to build with you because they are cute and simple. whenever it's february craig always gets a new valentine set for each day until valentines day. whenevr it's valentines day craig got the flower lego set for you and him😳. craig will always insist to build lego's when there's nothing to do "*sighhh* im boredddd" "wanna build leg-"

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Are Your Roots Deep Enough?

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Habakkuk 3:19: “The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to tread on the heights.”

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Romans 8:25  Now, if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with patience.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I HAVE THE TRUE FOUNDATION WHICH IS JESUS

I AM FULLY  INVESTED

I AM HYDRATED SPIRITUALLY

I AM CONNECTED TO CHRIST

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So, it's hard to wait on anything; we discussed this the other week, but we will see that God is ready to bless and keep us and help us through all our things and problems. Still, we don’t see him doing it sometimes, but it doesn’t mean he's not working everything out for our good, and that’s what we must wait for is him.

   How patient are you with him working things out? Look at David; David waited so long to be king he had to be under King Saul; he was a musician before he was king, a shepherd, a giant slayer, and a furious warrior; he was all those things before he became king, and do you think he was wondering when his time will be ,but look David had some growing before he could just take over being king.

  He had to experience things before he became what he was called to do, and that’s where some of us are at right now; we are in our waiting season, our growing season and a lot of us don’t want to be here; we want to be out doing what we want to do, but we can't ,so we must wait eagerly with patience and for things we can't see. Other people won't see your growth and your change. They won't, but we must always keep pushing forward.

    Colossians 2:7: Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then, your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.

   We must allow our roots to grow down deep. When we see plants growing in a pot, they usually do this because they are comfortable; they will even take the form of the pot because they feel secure in that pot, and that’s when you know that plant is secure. Sometimes, we must allow our roots to grow in God and let him build our lives, and when we do this, our faith will grow because we are growing in him; we are trusting in him that he has our best interest in mind and then we will start to be content because we no longer depend on ourselves.

   That’s what David had to do, even if everything looked shaky. Everything looked like a windstorm. He had to stay in it and trust that God got him through his problems. It took patience and trust in God. Are your roots deep enough? Have you become comfortable in this season, letting everything around you go and walking in his purpose for your life?

   2 Corinthians 13:5 Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves. Do you not realize that Christ Jesus is in you—unless, of course, you fail the test

  Every day, we must examine ourselves to see if we are where we must be; a lot of us aren’t where we should be because we are too focused on other things like more money, jobs, relationships, and fleshly desires instead of where we should be, which is where God has us; sometimes, we forget that our lives aren’t our own and where God places us is for a reason, and where he places us is supposed to mold us and shape us.

    When we allow ourselves to take root in the season we are in, we can see his plan because we aren’t focused on anything else; how long has it been since you went to God and said, "Am I where you wanted me to be? Am I heading in the direction you wanted me to go? I don’t see anything, but I know you see it all!

  Proverbs 1:5 Let the wise hear and increase in learning, and the one who understands obtain guidance,

  We must hear to be able to learn, and we must accept guidance from him and that’s because if we don’t hear and we don’t slow down and allow him to conduct us and allow him to give us what we need, we will grow deeper into more impurities than we could ever imagine. 

God is waiting for us to seek his will; we might think we are waiting on him, and we might think we are doing everything right, but if we are moving and doing everything else, we think he wants. Really and truly, he’s been trying to say to us stop and take root; we will miss opportunities and doors for our lives because we refuse to check in and see what he wants from us.

    We could be stepping into a place of dryness because we didn’t seek him before we moved; today, ask God do you want me to wait ? What is it you trying to show me? Because we can look and not see, we can hear and not hear because we hear what we want and see what we want. Ask God to open your eyes so you can see the bigger picture and take root in him.

   Luke 6:48 He is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when a flood arose, the stream broke against that house and could not shake it because it had been well-built.

    We always want to be the man in this story who dig deep and laid a foundation; when we have a foundation in Christ, nothing else can come and break it; nothing can come and shake it because when we are deeply invested with God, that’s all that matters and that’s the most powerful foundation anyone can have is with him. We can try to have the foundation in other things here on earth, but nothing can help us stand strong; nothing else can make our lives better when we read our word, we pray, and we mediate daily those things help hold us up because we are seeking him, start seeking God more start taking deep session with him than the ones you have. You’ll see a deeper connection developing between you and God.

   ***Today, we learned that when a plant is comfortable, it grows deep roots into the pot it’s in, and when we are going deeper with our time with God, we will become like the pot and build a foundation like the man in the verse, anything we do when we fully invested in God it will show in our actions and what we deem as necessary.

   Many times, when we don’t think something is necessary, we will not invest a lot of time in it. Still, every day, we don’t spend time with God; we are dying spiritually, we are becoming dry, and to stay hydrated, we must come and drink of the living water; he asks us to come many times in the word but do we hear his call or do we deny it, take root in God today and don’t deny him your time or your life. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for allowing us to see another day and for allowing us to be deeply rooted in you. Lord, help us stay connected to you and closer to you. Show us how to spend more time with you, lord; we ask you as we go through that; you show us how to not become disconnected because of life but to stay connected because you are what we need most of all. Lord, sometimes we become so confused, but we ask you to show us everything we need and more. In Jesus' Name Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ 1 Corinthians 3:9 For we are God's fellow workers. You are God's field, God's building.

 

+ John 5:24 Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment but has passed from death to life.

 

+ Ephesians 5:20 Giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ,

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 8

Exodus 26

Judges 9

Jeremiah 42

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she calls me papi chulo: alejandro vargas x F!Reader

When Lady Gaga said hot like mexico, i took that personally. Seriously, if you read this, listen to Alejandro - Lady Gaga and Lo Que Siento - CuCo.

Word: 3k

AN: I think we can all agree Alejandro is one of the best characters in MW2. <3 This game's been a huge comfort in my life and Alejandro is 10000% a comfort character. PINING!!!! So so much pining. And Rudy being a total gentleman, this almost feels like an x Rudy fic... hmm... interesting. So maybe it's Ale\Rudy\Reader. Who knows.. ANYWAYS! Enjoy <3 Love triangle vibes are going crazy.

SFW - Cursing - Alejandro being a little bit of an asshole, as a treat - Mild suggestive content - alcohol mention -

Breaking into a syndicate party wasn't on my bucket list for this year, but Alejandro couldn't go alone. i watched him change out of his tactical gear, a heavy thud echoing in the bedroom as his vest hit the floor. It felt like he undid dozens of Velcro straps and buttons, his body feeling so much lighter without all that gear. I didn't think I'd ever seen him without it in our time knowing each other. Then again, he hadn't seen me in much else either. All our time spent together was littered with violence, even when we had a moment to truly enjoy each other's company, it was only for the intel. Rudy mapped it out for us, and how I appreciated his brains. This party was invite only, for obvious reasons. Rudy would wait at the door to allow guests in, not uttering a word to another soul. He'd let us in and make his escape to the truck down the southern road and regroup with Ghost and Soap. Of course Alejandro and I would enter looking dazzling to keep suspicions low and carry on through the night going unnoticed. Alejandro got dressed leisurely, treating this like a normal date. As if that was what I had in mind. Then again, I don't think I'd ever confessed a word to him about my feelings. Rudy suspected it, so Ghost thinks. I personally think they're all full of shit.

"You're gonna fucking owe me big time." I warned him, looking at him through his mirror. He was fresh out of the shower and smelled like fresh cut roses. I tried to keep my gaze down, focusing on my own routine. I needed to look my absolute best, and the pressure's getting to me now. "And why's that?" He questioned, buttoning his shirt. i admired the pattern in the mirror, watching the pattern run down his side; a delicate rose pattern growing over his hip and across his chest. His shirt was shimmery under the lights, even just in our hideout. I watched it cascade over him, the roses almost as red as the lipstick I considered wearing. Jesus Christ, are we matching? "Because," I began, slipping on a headband to keep my hair out of my face. "We're going into dangerous territory looking like dancers." I lined my lips with a deep red pencil and filled in the gap. "That's correct." Such a smart-ass. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement with a tender curiosity. "And we'll do it looking lavish. How else are we supposed to fit in?" He continued, deciding on a whim to leave 2 buttons undone on his chest. "Point taken." I replied, my gaze on him briefly. "What color?" I asked. I held up the eye shadow pallet in his direction and expected him to pick the first color he happened to see.

Alejandro walked over to me and leaned over my shoulder, right hand planted firmly on the table, his arm brushing my shoulder. "I like this golden color," he said, using his pinky to gesture. "And this one," he pointed to a deep, coffee color. "I think that'd look absolutely ravishing." His voice lowered suddenly, setting my skin on fire. I could feel traces of his warm, minty breath against the top of my ear. I cleared my throat and dipped my brush into the colors. He remained in that exact position and watched as I padded and blending the colors onto my lids. I used the opportunity to glance at his chest, I mean the front pattern on his shirt. "I like your shirt." I said without thinking. "I like your makeup." His eyes gazed into mine, his honeyed eyes almost cutting into me. I turned my head away to catch the clock, the hands frozen in time. I look back at him, his eyes still searing into mine.

"And I like the red. It makes your lips look pretty." For as long as I've known him, his grin was crooked and now was no different. I'd wager to say it was even worse now. I roll my eyes, fearing they'd get stuck in my fucking head. It appears I'm stuck with him all night. He leaves my side yet again, my eye travels up his legs to his back, admiring the pattern. If I'm honest, he didn't look horrible. No, he looks drop-dead gorgeous. That shining, ebony hair, that warm, amber skin, and the way his eye eyelashes kissed his under eyes when he blinked. I could go on. His hair is the blackest black I've ever seen, he keeps it cut, but I can tell it'd be so beautiful grown out. He has a roughness to him, his work hardened him, but I can see slivers of his compassionate heart slip out. He doesn't hide it, but he is selective. "You look beautiful," he spoke. I turned to him, my face half finished. My lips are painted blood-red, gold sparkles donning my eyelids, the only thing missing from them was the mascara. His pants fit perfectly over him, I'll leave the rest to the imagination.

I bite back a smile, but I can tell he's watching my lips curl into a grin. It's uncontrollable, there's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on. "Gracias." I replied. I'd only learned bits of Spanish from Alejandro, which I knew he appreciated. He slicked back his hair with a bit of gel, a few rebellious strands fell over his eyes. "Meet me outside when you're done. I'll hook your mic up then." I nodded. Part of me wanted to look good for him, the other part of me questioning why it needed to be for him specifically. I'd never hear the end from Rudy.

I grabbed the pair of shoes Rudy picked out for me, a black kitten heel. Easy to walk, dance, and potentially run in. The dress was the hardest part, but I chose a burgundy dress, something simple, classic, and something I could make a getaway in. There was a knock at my door, a gentle one at that. "Come in."

"Y\N. Alejandro esta esperando." Rudy spoke. "English, Rudy." He cleared his throat. "Alejandro's waiting for you." His gaze lingered on me, a tender sparkle in his eyes. "You look nice. Very pretty. Trying to impress Alejandro, eh?" I rolled my eyes yet again this evening. "I'm trying to pass as a rich woman, you know, the kind of woman who - I don't know - hangs around Narcos. Or maybe I'm just trying to impress you?" I smiled at him, slipping my shoes on. "Mind zipping my dress?" Perhaps my timing wasn't good, or maybe it was just right.

"Sí, señora." I could feel the warmth of his hands against my shoulder as he zipped me. He was gentle and sweet to be surrounded by violence.

"You've succeeded at impressing me, carino. Alejandro will feel the same way. Come, let's get this over with." He took his hand in mine and walked me to the door, opening it for me. I felt like such a snob, but I knew Rudy would have done this regardless. The base's floor was filled with ridges, my heels wobbling. I threw my arm over Rudy's shoulder as he helped me down the step, I'd never seen this side of him before. "Watch your footing, there's some unevenness in this floor." He walked me down the final step, the door to the outside cracked open. He held my hand as I stepped down, he allowed me in the door first and shut it behind us. I looked back to him, he followed close behind. "Let me hook this," Alejandro suddenly called out. "Turn around."

I turned my back to him, and before he unzipped my dress, he peered around my shoulder and looked into my eyes, before asking a simple question. "May I?" Such a simple question made my heart leap into my throat. "Yes, of course." He slowly unzipped the back and hooked a cold metal piece to my bra clasps. "Feed that through," he snaked a microphone wire through my shoulder strap and allowed me to place it on my chest. He zipped my dress back up and everything appeared normal. "I should have told you before, but you'll need to wear this." He handed me a black ski mask. "Our faces need to be hidden, you'd be surprised who shows up here... police, military, politicians. Hide your identity, carino."

I slipped the mask over my face, Alejandro following shortly after. His eyes were enhanced with the black cotton against his skin. Deep and full of luster, he made eyes for Rudy. "Okay. Let's go. The defector guards will let us in, we act natural, leave. Easy enough." Rudy nodded. "Be careful, Alejandro." I could tell Alejandro smiled back at Rudy, watching his eyes light up. He patted Rudy's arm before taking my hand under his arm. I never realized his stature from this angle, he walked beside me, long legs sauntering forward, his shoulders straight as the day is long. He's tall. He's strong. He's... Alejandro. And for the night, he's my Alejandro. Mine. "You need to order me a drink." I chuckled. "What makes you think I won't?" He looked at me, his smoldering eyes burning a hole in my skin. His gaze was lingering, like the taste of sweet wine, or a tangy after-taste of a cold beer. He perked a brow before driving us to the Event.

"Rudy, this is Victor 1-1, how copy?"

"Copy, Victor 1-1. I see you down at the entrance. Rodriguez and Roza are at the door, get in, get out."

"Solid copy. Out here." Rudy chimed into my earphone. "How copy?" "Solid." I replied. I made eyes with the defectors as we entered, our faces shielded with the dark shadows of anonymity. Alejandro took my hand in his and spun me around with ease, the ends of my dress twirling around me. He caught me in his arms, his right arm looped around my lower half. I could see his eyes smiling under his mask, his eyelashes kissing his skin. He spun me around in the opposite direction and I melted into his movements. I was at a full arm's length from him before twirling back in. I felt my heart race, not from the dancing, but rather who my partner was. "Atta girl," he spoke quietly. "You're a natural." His hands were rough against my soft ones, how we contrasted. Music played and all I could focus on was Alejandro.

We didn't speak often, his body speaking with mine in our own secret language. He pulled me close to him and gazed into my eyes, his eyes lazily opened. It was hard to look at him, at his deep brown eyes. They were soul crushing. The kind of eyes that hurt to look at they were so mesmerizing. I hope, deep down, he felt that way about mine. I turned my face from his to look at the pair of guards watching the room. "No," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. His hand snaked under my chin, holding it in place. "Look at me, look into my eyes."

He was at an advantage. All I could see were his eyes. His hand trailed to my arm, and to my hand. His fingers interlocked with mine and it felt so natural. Like he was supposed to be there. "You look beautiful," he said. I don't know if this was his way of keeping suspicious low, or he was being honest with me. I'd upset myself if I thought about it too long. "I mean that. I don't think I've ever seen a woman so beautiful."

I chuckled. "You can only see my eyes, Alejandro." He spun me under his arm before pulling me close again. This time, I was flush against him, one hand in his, the other around his shoulder. "Even before this, when I saw you getting ready. Even now, I feel myself getting sucked into your eyes." Jesus, the feeling was mutual. "Even if I can only see your eyes, they're beautiful." I could feel him leaning closer as he spoke. He could sweet talk well enough, enough to make me forget the surrounding danger. Was that his goal? "I know you're nervous," he said quietly. "This is new territory. Do you trust me?"

I knitted my brows together as we slow danced. "Do you?" He asked again. I felt his energy darken. He raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze sharper than a razor. "I do. I trust you, Alejandro." He took a quick glance at the other dancers around us, they were spaced out and mostly stuck with their own. Another glance at the guards, who now took no interest in the crowd. As his eyes looked away from me, I noticed the lines under his eyes and how deep-set his eyes were. "Tell me again." I paused, my hand resting on his back. "I trust you. I do. I trust you, Ale.

I watched as his eyes gloss over the target walking beside us. He shifted us closer to the man, he wore an ivory suit and a crimson red tie. I could tell Alejandro smiled under his mask. He twirled me under his arm and as I stepped away, I secretly recorded the conversation at the table. They spoke in Spanish, I could make out some of it, but I'd leave that to Alejandro. He looked at me like he was looking at a meal, a juicy steak and mashed potatoes. Even still, his touch was not that of a hungry beast. I danced slowly, I needed to be next to him, mission be damned. I tried not to look at him with desperation in my eye, or the raised eyebrows that always gave me away. I wasn't listening to the conversation, I was too busy focusing on my dancing. Alejandro's eyes narrowed when the man in question began speaking about elections. He pulled me in, his muscular arm looping around my hip. "We have what we need," he whispered. He pulled my arm carefully, leading me away from the table.

"Rudy. We're leaving soon." He whispered into his microphone. Rudy gave the affirmative. I don't know what I expected from Alejandro at this point. He was confusing, or maybe I just didn't... I don't know.

"Come," he said. I followed him through a small crowd, the scent of tequila and citrus filling my nostrils. "I said I'd get you a drink." He stepped up to the bar, and I watched him order two tequila sunrise. He handed me one, our skin touching briefly. We talked out to the empty balcony, overlooking what seemed to be all of Mexico. He shut the doors behind us, blocking any noise coming from inside the building. He leaned on the balcony, his fingers holding the rim of the drink. "Dios mio," he said. "Mayors working with criminals to win elections. As if things couldn't get any worse." He took a small sip of his drink as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Alejandro."

He shook his head. "Don't be. I know this wasn't easy, but you did well. Better than you know." I stood beside him, our biceps brushing against each other. "I mean that." He said again. I overlooked the skyline, a watercolor sunset dripping down the sky. "Thanks, Ale. I... I didn't... Never mind." Alejandro turned to face me. "Que? What's the matter? You didn't...?" He trailed off, his eyes searing into me again. I lowered my gaze, bringing my left hand behind my back. "I'm listening." I hated when he said that, not because I didn't want him to listen, but because it was overwhelming to know he was listening, that he cared about the things I said. "I didn't think I could manage this." Alejandro grabbed my chin, softly tilting my head up to look at him. "I never doubted you. Not even for a second." He stared into my eyes, his gaze steady. I wanted to look away so badly.

When I did look away, he spoke to me. "Mirame. Why don't you ever want to look at me when I'm talking to you?" He knew the answer to that question. His voice lowered, his body closing in. "Why? Tell me. I'm listening to you." I was about to kill him, the way he spoke so softly and tenderly, made me want to back-hand him. He knew why I never looked at him, he knew! "You know." I broke out. "Do I?"

Yes, you did! He was painfully close to my face now, his hand still gently wrapped around my chin, his other fingers resting on my neck. I couldn't tell if he was going to kiss me or not, but if he wasn't, he wasn't doing a good job at convincing me otherwise. "I hate looking at you because you're stunning. You look at me like nobody else, you look at me like I'm someone. Like I'm important. I hate looking at you because your eyes burn holes in my soul, you know what you do. You look at me like I'm a sunset." I felt myself rambling, but I didn't care. He let me rant and rave a romantic tirade. "You...! You drive me crazy with your kindness, your bravery, I hate that about you, you know? You're the best person I know. You're... you're... you're just...!" For some reason, I found myself getting angry.

Before I could finish, I tasted the tequila sunrise on his lips. He kissed me. He really kissed me. I didn't pull away, and neither did he. I placed my hand on his clothed jaw, wishing I was feeling the roughness of his stubble, or the texture of his scarred skin. Still, he didn't pull away. He kissed me deeper than an ocean, and softer than a summer breeze. His hand inched up my back, halting at my shoulder blades. He slipped his hand under my ski mask to feel my hair. I knew I needed to stop myself now, Rudy and Co. were waiting for us. I started to pull away, but he pulled me back in to devour me like the beast I saw only moments ago. "Alejandro," I managed to say between kisses. "Alejandro...! Stop... I... We can't leave the others waiting."

Alejandro instantly stopped when I asked. He still held his lips near mine, a few inches of space between us. "Is that the only reason you asked me to stop?" I paused, slowly looking up into his eyes. "What if I said yes?"

"Then we'd leave right now, regroup, and I'd pick up where we left off."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. This time, I leaned in to kiss him. He kissed back softly, a sigh of disappointment escaping him when I pulled back. "Then let's go. Rudy's waiting for us."

[artificialgrinder]

THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 9

Dylan receives the strangest, yet darkest phone call of his life.

AN:

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I actually started a new job but I have to admit, I've also found It extremely difficult to find motivation as of late. But I'm trying to force myself to continue on. So I hope this wee update is enough to keep you all going until I next update.

TW's for this chapter: underage drinking // violence mentions // drugging mentions

“What…the fuck?”

Breeana just…stood stunned. Fuck, she knew shit was bad when she caught the now-winged Cymbeline the first time. 

But now, it was even worse.

“I-I can explain,” Breeana stammered.

Yasmin still stared at the sky, watching the glowing dot that was Cymbeline become less and less visible. Cloe on the other hand, rubbed her elbows and edged towards the forest.

“So - So, like, she’s a pixie.” Yasmin stated, despite it sounding more like a question. Her eyes were wide and her skin pale, unable to determine if this was some weird fever dream.

Breeana shook her head feverishly. “We don’t say pixie. But that’s - -” 

“Oh, sorry. I meant ‘fairy’,” Yasmin continued sarcastically.

“Well…fairy is also a term we don’t use.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“We say fae or…”

“Breeana! It doesn’t fucking matter! Cymbeline literally just flew off right in front of our fucking eyes! I mean…what…? How…?”

Again, the youngest Devlin struggled to find the right response. But what could she possibly say to make all this go away.

“We gotta go!” Cloe shook her head, her anxiety just as high in the sky as Cymbeline. “W-We gotta get back to Sasha and Jade and - -”

“You can’t tell them!” Breeana blurted.

“Breeana! How?! How can we not?!” Yasmin held her arms out by her side. “Cymbeline is our friend! She - -”

“Then, if that’s true, and you really care about her, then you won’t tell anyone! I’m serious, Yasmin. This is…This is more complicated than it looks.” Breeana’s voice cracked, already shivering from the growing panic and the breeze from the cliff top.

“More complicated than it looks?! Bitch, are you kidding?!” Cloe yelled.

“God, now I wish she was just acting too cool for us!” Yasmin added.

Stuttering and fighting to find her words, Breeana slowly realised not a damn thing would keep these girls from staying silent. And the only thing she could bring herself to do…

Well she’d have to have a long and heated talk with her Dad.

She raised both hands, pointed at both Yasmin and Cloe. “‘So will those mere mortals be silenced, and unable to speak…’” She spoke quietly, reciting the spell she had learned so young. Outside of practising under her father’s gaze, things never came down to this. She was breaking his trust, but for his own good. And it hurt. 

Despite the few drinks both teens had before coming to the Devlin’s home, Yasmin and Cloe were too quick for Breeana.

“Oh, shit, let’s go!” Cloe snatched Yasmin’s hand, and both teens dashed into the sea of trees.

So many voices in Breeana’s mind told her to run…Take off after the frightened girls. 

But her feet remained planted. There was no hope in stopping them.

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Her knees gave in, bringing Breena down to the ground, her head empty of ways to fix this shit.

For what felt like the tenth time, Dylan messaged Sasha.

‘Yo where you at girl?’

Standing off to the sidelines of the club whilst everyone else lost their shit to the music, Dylan stared at his phone screen, begging whoever was listening to his inner thoughts to allow him a response. Yes, it seemed obsessive and extremely annoying, but with Cymbeline not here either, it was possible shit went down.

As concerned as he was, he was a drama thirst. He needed to know the T'.

Forty-five minutes had passed since Sasha let him know they were swinging around the Devlin’s house first, nothing out of the ordinary considering the two sisters were a bit out of town. But with no response, something had to have happened.

Sighing, Dylan looked away from the screen, impatience getting the better of him. And along came Cameron, and he was very very trashed.

“Yo, so I’ve been thinking, Dyl’.” Cameron slung an arm around his friend’s shoulder, the drink in his hand sloshing over the side of the cup and onto Dylan’s shoes. “About what you said.”

“What I said?” Dylan mourned the white colour of his shoes.

“Yeah. About Cloe.”

“Uh huh?”

“I just…you know…I gotta just - -” Cameron hiccuped, “be myself, you know? I mean, we made out at Nevra’s party that one time. I’m already a foot in. You feel, homey?”

“I feel, homey.”

Before Cameron could continue his ramblings, the music came to an end, only the sound of the crowd remaining. Koby was at the front of the stage, sweating dripping from his beaded forehead. He panted, peeling the black t-shirt from his form and tossing it into the screaming crowd of fans.

“Gross.” Cameron commented.

“You guys are awesome,” Koby said into the mic before pointing at Cade, the boy knocking back shots at the bar. “Cade? Happy Birthday, my dude. My brother from another mother for life.”

Not wanting to break his streak, Cade took another shot and raised a thumbs up, signalling his approval.

“Love you, dude.” Koby breathed into the mic before addressing the audience again. “Alright, so…I need a break. I need some water for real, guys. But this ain’t the end of the music.”

The crowd went wild again, as if they knew what was about to happen.

“So I’m gonna have a friend of mine take over for a bit.” And Koby looked over his shoulder, already seeing said friend make her way on stage. “Dudes…Dudettes…All you peeps in between…here's Roxxi Sin.”

Both Dylan and Cameron joined in on the cheering as Roxxi stepped up to the mic, adjusting her guitar. The girl let her eyes trail the audience, just for a moment, before they landed on one girl in particular – her girlfriend.

“Hi, Nevra,” Roxxi smiled into the mic.

“Hi, baby!” Nevra waved her hand around, excitement coursing through her. She looked at those around her. “That’s my girlfriend! She’s my fucking girlfriend, and I love her!”

“You’ll love this one, babe.” And Roxxi strummed her guitar, bringing the rest of Koby’s band to join in.

“Man,” Cameron started, “Love is like…love is the tits. You know?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Dylan laughed now.

“But what would you know, my guy?” Cameron continued, taking a large swig of his drink. “You used to be, like, in every girl’s DM’s. Nowadays I never see you with any.”

“Cam’, my entire friend group consists of girls,” Dylan squinted his eyes.

“Yeah, but you ain’t dating any of them.”

“Well, maybe I don’t wanna date them.” Dylan went back to watching Roxxi serenade her girlfriend, telling Cameron the conversation was over. But now lost in thought, he knew his friend was right. Once upon a time, Dylan was the biggest player in school. But times had changed. His friendship with the five girls enlightened and educated his juvenile mind, and even though he still had a long way to go, he rarely ever felt the need to comment on the appearance of attractive girls. 

Of course, there was that time Lina was introduced in chemistry class, but that soon fizzled – just a quick fascination that passed.

As for now, there was one girl on his mind. And yet, he wasn’t so sure if it was even possible.

Pulling his phone out again, he hoped for a message from her only for those hopes to diminish. Sasha had yet to reply as well. Crazy.

But there was one message – an unknown number.

‘We need to talk, big boy. Call or she’ll be hurt.’

Immediately, his heart was struck by a sting. Staring at his phone screen, his stomach as seconds passed. Who the fuck was this? Who would be hurt? To call the police or just call the person right then and there?

“Hang on, Cameron,” Dylan quickly pat his drunk friend on the shoulder as he rushed towards the exit.

The music became quieter and quieter the closer he got to the door. And once outside, it was just a thumping beat. 

Dylan’s hands shook as he called the number, wishing so much that it would just keep ringing. He was a nervous wreck, but the thought of something happening to someone because of his carelessness...

The ringing ended, and yet, nothing was heard on the other end.

“Hello?” Dylan said quietly.

Another moment of silence ensued before, finally, someone spoke in a low and dangerous tone. “What’s up, Dylan?”

Just like that, his nerves diminished. “Zach. What the fuck do you want?”

“Straight to the point, my guy. Nice,” Zach continued, chuckling to himself like he was getting off. “Now look, you and me are due a fight.”

“Since when?”

“Depends how you look at it. Maybe it was the recent spat we had in the hall. Or maybe the long years of competition.”

“Competi - - Man, what the hell are you talking about? Are you high?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dylan. Now listen to me; get your ass out to my location right fucking now so I can kick your ass to ground. Got it?”

Dylan could have laughed. “You really think you can beat me down? You think you scare me? ‘Cause all I hear right now are pathetic bitch ass words and an asshole breathing heavy on the phone like he’s touching himself.”

Zach completely ignored the comment however. “I’m not alone, Dylan. Did you even read my message?”

And now did Dylan’s anxiety return. “H-How do I know that’s not just some pathetic way to get me to come to you?”

“You don’t believe me?” Zach chuckled darkly again. “Well then, I guess I gotta prove it to you then. Here, baby.”

Dylan squinted. Baby? Was he even talking to him anymore?

Another moment of silence…

Before a sweet voice came through...

Her voice...

“Dylan?”

The boy’s eyes widened. “B-Breeana?”

“Dylan, c-can you…” she paused, sounding weak, “Can you come get me? I…I don’t know where I am.”

“Breeana!” Dylan began to pace. “Breeana, ha-has he hurt you? What did he do?!”

“I can’t…I can’t move. I’m sinking…I can’t…” Breeana trailed off as Zach clearly pulled the phone back to his mouth.

“Believe me now, tough guy?” Zach glowered. 

“What did you do to her? I’ll fucking kill you if you’ve hurt her!”

“Relax, man. All I did was…probably slip something in her drink. But don’t worry. I haven’t laid a finger on her, Dylan. Well...not yet, at least. Just depends how fast you can get here. Have I made myself clear?”

Dylan was panting now, his blood boiling. Just the thought of anyone hurting that girl made him see red. “Drop the fucking pin, man. I swear to God, you’ll never live to see the day.”

“We’ll see about that. Bye, Dylan’.”

Not one moment was wasted. Dylan flagged the closest cab he could get. No matter where it was, or how much it would cost, he was going to get to that absolute waste of human life, and he was going to smash his skull with a rock.

[catnipster69]

Some Things Can’t Be Unseen

Things were unusually quiet on the monster front, and Sam was bored and restless. Even cataloging artifacts in the sub-basement was growing dull. How many fertility totems can one man take?

“I don’t think that one will work on you,” Dean pointed as Sam handled the pregnant figurine. “At least I hope not.”

“Pretty sure I don’t have the necessary parts,” Sam assured him.

“Maybe you should, I don’t know, go outside? You look like one of those gross, blind, hairless rodents that lives underground.” Dean bared his teeth and made rat noises.

“You mean a naked mole rat?” Sam didn’t know why he corrected Dean even when he was being insulted.

“That’s the one.”

So, Sam took the opportunity to finally tick an item off his To Do list. At the crossroads, he covered the box with dirt and gravel, then stepped back to wait. He waited, and waited, and finally—

“Sam Winchester. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Sam turned around to face the crossroads demon, a muscular dude wearing jeans and a motorcycle jacket. “Huh. Interesting vessel.”

The demon smirked and gestured at himself. “What? Expecting a brunette in a black dress? The vessel suits the summoner. Apparently this is your thing, so don’t blame the messenger.”

Sam blushed, but he wasn’t here to be lectured. In fact, he already had what he wanted. “Sorry to bother you, but I changed my mind.” Sam walked back to the Impala and climbed inside. Behind him, he heard the demon cursing and shouting epithets, but Sam just started the car and drove away.

Back at the bunker, he plugged the USB drive into his laptop and hit play. Dean wandered in and watched over his shoulder.

“Jesus Christ,” they said in unison.

Dean continued, “What the fuck?”

Sam explained, “You know how crossroads demons always appear behind you so you never see them arrive? I just planted a camera and waited.”

Sam hit the replay button. Onscreen, a gaping maw opened in the middle of the road. A giant, slithering tongue rose and pushed the demon onto solid ground, where he stumbled and then straightened himself. The demon was coated from head to toe in a viscous, clear fluid, and as the tongue retracted, a string of saliva drew thin and then broke.

The tongue made a waving flourish before retreating underground, and the demon snapped his fingers to clean himself of mucous; a rain of goo landed in a splash around the demon’s feet.

Sam shook his head and said, “No wonder they like to make their entrance unseen.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “I’ll never look at Crowley the same way. I think I need a shower after watching that.”

Sam jumped up from his seat. “I think I’ll join you.” Sam was decidedly not bored for the next hour or so.

[onlinewealthcreater]

Overcoming the poison of limiting believes

Take a moment to reflect on the dreams you had as a child. What were they? Have you been able to fulfil them? If not, what prevented you from pursuing your childhood dreams? What obstacles stood in your way?

As human beings, we are born with a blank canvas, and it is our responsibility to follow the voice of the dream giver and paint His dreams on that open canvas. The truth is, when God created each of us, He instilled within us a purpose to fulfil on this earth. As children, we possess a deep understanding of what that purpose is, but unfortunately, as we grow older, we often lose the ability to listen to the voice of the dream giver.

As we age, we unwittingly allow negative influences to sow seeds of doubt in our minds, convincing us that certain things are unattainable. These influences may come disguised as well-meaning individuals who genuinely believe they have our best interests at heart. Unfortunately, they fail to realize that by doing so, they are robbing us of our dreams and stifling our potential for growth.

In our youth, we are often unaware of the need to banish these detrimental thoughts from our minds. Consequently, we allow them to take root and flourish, transforming our minds into gardens overrun with weeds.

As adults, we carry this sense of emptiness within us, convinced that there is nothing more we can achieve and that we must resign ourselves to the harsh realities of life. We accept the words of our parents, teachers, and other influential figures who tell us that our aspirations are unattainable, assuming that they must be true. We hesitate to challenge these beliefs, fearing the consequences of going against the grain. Consequently, we passively accept the lies others tell us about ourselves and continue living our lives as they are.

If this description resonates with you, I implore you not to believe these falsehoods. Only your creator has the authority to define who you are and what you are capable of, and you possess far greater potential than you can possibly imagine. The only obstacle standing in your way is yourself. Yes, you are the one who made the choice to embrace the limiting beliefs others planted in your mind.

The good news is that you can overcome these limiting beliefs that are holding you back and hindering your potential. God has given you the power to change your mind-set and allow Him to reveal your true purpose in this world. You may be wondering how to break free from these limiting beliefs, and the answer lies in revisiting your childhood. What were your dreams? What activities brought you joy? Start setting goals to achieve these dreams and make a conscious decision not to let anyone or anything discourage you from pursuing them.

Today, make the choice to examine every limiting belief that is preventing you from reaching your full potential. Whenever a thought enters your mind, ask yourself how it is serving you. Is it holding you back from living your best life? Take action and uproot any negative thoughts, replacing them with thoughts of love, hope, and positivity

To rid your mind of this poison, turn to God, your creator. Seek His guidance and ask Him to reveal your true identity. Dive into His word and discover what He says about you. Surrender your limiting beliefs to Him and allow Him to heal you from within.

It's important to remember that this transformation is not an overnight process, but a lifelong journey. Make a commitment to let God continually renew your mind and pray against the enemy who seeks to steal and destroy. When the enemy tries to bring you down, remind him of your identity in Christ. By embracing this process of self-discovery and relying on God's strength, you can break free from the chains of limiting beliefs and live a life of purpose and fulfilment.

As a child of God, by accepting Jesus as my savior, I can confidently proclaim, "I am a child of God, the Almighty King of the world." This realization makes me feel like a princess, destined for victory, to shine as a beacon of light in the midst of darkness, and to bring hope to seemingly hopeless situations. Therefore, dear child of God, continue to dream fearlessly, knowing that you are under the protection of the Most High.

[hiswordsarekisses]

“The Kingdom” is constantly used in connection with the rule of Christ in the hearts of believers - The Kingdom of God is within you! He must be The King of our hearts, ruling our wills and our life, and we are to be praying His Kingdom to come and His will do be done in the earth as it is done in Heaven.

“Being asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would come, he answered them,

“The kingdom of God is not coming in ways that can be observed, nor will they say, ‘Look, here it is!’ or ‘There!’

for behold, the kingdom of God is within you.”

And he said to the disciples, “The days are coming when you will desire to see one of the days of the Son of Man, and you will not see it. And they will say to you, ‘Look, there!’ or ‘Look, here!’ Do not go out or follow them. For as the lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other, so will the Son of Man be in his day. But first he must suffer many things and be rejected by this generation. Just as it was in the days of Noah, so will it be in the days of the Son of Man. They were eating and drinking and marrying and being given in marriage, until the day when Noah entered the ark, and the flood came and destroyed them all. Likewise, just as it was in the days of Lot—they were eating and drinking, buying and selling, planting and building, but on the day when Lot went out from Sodom, fire and sulfur rained from heaven and destroyed them all— so will it be on the day when the Son of Man is revealed.” Luke‬ ‭17‬:‭20‬-‭30‬

“He also asked, “What else is the Kingdom of God like? It is like the yeast a woman used in making bread. Even though she put only a little yeast in three measures of flour, it permeated every part of the dough.”” Luke‬ ‭13‬:‭20‬-‭21‬

“Then Jesus said, “What is the Kingdom of God like? How can I illustrate it? It is like a tiny mustard seed that a man planted in a garden; it grows and becomes a tree, and the birds make nests in its branches.”” Luke‬ ‭13‬:‭18‬-‭19‬

“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭33‬

[psalmonesermons]

Lessons from the Beatitudes Part 2

What does it mean to hunger and thirst for righteousness?

To get a better understanding of what this means we will look at the original Greek words used in Matthew 5:6

Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.

Hunger

Original Word: πεινάω

Part of Speech: Verb

Transliteration: peinaó

Phonetic Spelling: (pi-nah'-o)

Short Definition: I am hungry, needy

Definition: I am hungry, needy, desire earnestly.

It means we ought to be starving for God in our souls, Continual hunger day by day. This brings us close to God and leads us into eventual spiritual victory. The earnest desire for God should be at the very heart of our being.

Only the bread of life which came down from heaven can satisfy our souls.

Thirst

Original Word: διψάω

Part of Speech: Verb

Transliteration: dipsaó

Phonetic Spelling: (dip-sah'-o)

Short Definition: I thirst for, desire earnestly

Definition: I thirst for, desire earnestly.

Psalm 42:1 as the deer pants for streams of water,

so my soul pants for you, my God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When can I go and meet with God?

Like a plant in the desert craves water. It cannot continue to live without some water. Only the water can sustain life. Only the water of the Holy Spirit can slake your spiritual thirst.

Take a deep drink now from the wells of living water. Amen

Righteousness

Original Word: δικαιοσύνη, ης, ἡ

Part of Speech: Noun, Feminine

Transliteration: dikaiosuné

Phonetic Spelling: (dik-ah-yos-oo'-nay)

Short Definition: justice, justness, righteousness

Definition: (usually if not always in a Jewish atmosphere), justice, justness, righteousness, righteousness of which God is the source or author, but practically: a divine righteousness.

There are at least two types of righteousness found in the New Testament. 1. Legal righteousness such as we obtain from Jesus when we are born again, we receive the righteousness of Christ, and this is in a sense a one off situation. This passage however seems to be talking about moral righteousness which is something we achieve on an ongoing basis. It is from our sense of the divine justice that our good deeds flow to the poor and the hurting.

Filled

Original Word: χορτάζω

Part of Speech: Verb

Transliteration: chortazó

Phonetic Spelling: (khor-tad'-zo)

Short Definition: I feed, satisfy

Definition: I feed, satisfy, fatten.

If we hunger and thirst for God, He will fill us like we have just had a sumptuous meal. When we hunger, we will be fed, we will be satisfied and our souls will be fattened.

God is in the filling business;

He will fill us with;

1. The Holy Spirit

2. His love

3. His moral righteousness

4. A satisfaction that can continue to grow

One bible scholar put it like this, the more of God you want the more get and again the more you want.

How can we become hungry and thirsty for God?

Jesus awakens the desires of his believers hearts. Consider these words of Jesus: "Ask and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you" Luke 11:9. Keep asking, keep seeking, keep knocking, it is an open secret. You need to want it and it is appropriate for us to ask for it! Amen

It's whom you ask, where you seek and what door you knock on that makes all the difference. What could be more exciting than a journey into God himself for that is what he desires for you and me?

Conclusion

God does not ask us to deny our burning desire for intimacy, beauty and adventure. Religion does that. Jesus invites us to intimate communion with himself and his Father that will truly satisfy the deepest longings of our souls. Where are you looking to satisfy your deepest desires and longings? Only God will satisfy your deepest desires if you look to him for fulfilment. God is calling his mature ones here today to hunger and thirst for him and to begin seek his face.

Amen

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