#Lds

[kattsukinn]

[fuckyeahreligionpigeon]

[magneticgirll]

"gabi, não consigo parar de checar o 3d. me ajuda?"

bem, primeiro vamos entender o que acontece quando você checa o 3d: você duvida do seu poder e da sua manifestação, você está procurando por provas, alguma coisa que te faça ter a confirmação de que suas afirmações não foram em vão.

como parar?

i, mude essa ação. toda vez que se pegar checando o 3d ou até mesmo sentindo vontade de fazer isso, você pode afirmar que já tem o que quer, beber um copo de água (e pode utilizar o método do efeito placebo.), fazer qualquer coisa menos voltar a checar.

ii, agir como quem já tem o que quer. até porque quando você tem algo você não busca uma prova de que já tem. vamos imaginar que você tem uma garrafa de água, ok. você sabe que tem, mas você vai toda hora checar pra ver se ela ainda está ali? não.

não há necessidades de buscar por provas quando você sabe que já tem.

ⁱᵈᵉⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗⁱʳᵃᵈᵃ ᵈᵉ ᵘᵐᵃ ᵍʳⁱⁿᵍᵃ

[heathersdesk]

Not Today, Satan

Get your wrench and hammer. We're taking this one apart for the Mormons who need to understand a couple things about trans people, tattoos, and something called degrees of magnitude.

Our friend Mr. Parmesan thought he ate with that one, and you might be tempted to think he did too. But he's making a false equivalency between this girl getting a Harry Potter sleeve tattoo and her support for trans people, including those who transition. His goal is to make her question her support for transitioning because if she can have buyer's remorse for body modifications like tattoos, then the choices of completely different people not even doing the things she's doing might also be ill advised.

It's a stupid argument, and the best way to show you the false equivalency here is to teach you something about tattoos. These are things I've learned because I like watching tattoo removal videos. You can learn a lot when you choose to be curious about people instead of instantly condemning them.

Tattoo removal is more expensive than a cover up or a blackout. What she has on her arm is a blackout. Let's talk about what that means.

She sat in a chair with an artist paying for them to cover up the entire sleeve tattoo with uniform, solid black ink. She spent a lot of money to have that done. This is not a rejection of body modification because you might regret it one day. This is someone who is still so fully committed to body modification, she did what was necessary, in terms of time and money, to cover that entire tattoo with solid black ink. She embraced a blackout so entirely, it almost begs every person who sees it to look at her and ask "What tf happened to you?!"

Do you think she wants to tell strangers she has a full sleeve Harry Potter tattoo? No! But she's committing to doing it by getting this done. It's a political statement to black out her arm like this. In a choice between waiting with the tattoos intact until she had the funds (if ever) for removal, which would far exceed the money she would need for the blackout, she chose the blackout. She chose to take something she cares about that much and put it skin deep. She was rejecting Rowling and her IP so completely, she did what was necessary not to have it visible showing on her skin anymore.

For this SAT "If, Then" that Mr. Parmesan created to have any teeth, she has to regret the blackout she chose for herself. She clearly doesn't. She's showing it off. And she doesn't get different options of how to respond to a tattoo than everyone else just because she's pro-trans/anti-Rowling. She gets the same options everyone else with Confederate flags and Nazi iconography gets. This is part of the tattoo experience that everyone signs up for when they get one, regardless of what they get, because how you want to present to the world can continue to change.

This is also small potatoes for what trans people go through. And this is where we talk about degrees of magnitude.

Tattoos are elective. The people who never get one don't have their lives drastically altered. The people who do get them generally don't have their lives drastically altered either. If it fits under some clothing, how would you know? And you'd be surprised who may or may not have tattoos in your ward. I've met people who got tattoos to commemorate the deaths of their children. It was something they needed to bring them peace with a life experience that is so astronomically beyond you and anyone else who could've objected, your Mormon Ads do not apply here. You couldn't be more out of place in judging someone for that than if you intruded into their hospital room the day it happened and started talking to them about tattoos. Some things just aren't yours to judge, and minding your own business is free.

No one ever died from getting a tattoo. No one ever died from getting a bad tattoo and regretting it. But there are a lot, A LOT, of queer people who are dead specifically from our community because of judgement they face from us. We have killed so many of our own queer people that it has become statistically significant. We have lost enough of them that those who wish for better, including in our faith community, will not be silent anymore We also have actual science to support that coming out and transitioning is the safest and healthiest way forward for our queer people to avoid that fate. Peer reviewed science that has been replicated time and again all over the world. This is what our people need. This is what will save them. There is no other solution that can or will exist. We've tried everything else as a species, let me assure you. Nothing else, including all of the shame you can muster in your misguided little body, is going to create a viable alternative to keeping trans people healthy and alive.

The decision to get (and potentially regret) an elective tattoo is in no way, shape, or form comparable to the life saving healthcare for trans people. Not in this country. Not in any country. There is no substitute for that care. And there is certainly no substitute for that care that will ever be achieved through snide indifference and hatred.

Frankly, I need you all to be smarter than this. Your God needs you to be smarter than this. Your Savior Jesus Christ needs YOU to be smarter than this.

Stop falling for the dumbest arguments conceived of by the human mind on the Internet for why you should be free to disdain trans people. They're in our stakes. They're in our wards. They might even be your friends and you just don't know it yet.

Be the best version of yourself you can be. That's what you want, right? That's your goal?

Consider carefully if these attitudes represent that to you and the God you serve. You're going to have to explain it to him one day. And I'm here to tell you: it gets easier to be good when you stop making exceptions for people along political lines, like the God you worship isn't going to throw those lines in hell where they belong at the first opportunity.

If you're failing a very easy portion of an open book test, then stop.

[amorarinha]

comecei a ler "o despertar da imaginação" e a cada página eu me sinto assim

[justwinginglife]

Royal Pains

You had thought that the title was a joke at first.

Recently you’d received a letter in the mail congratulating you on becoming the new duchess of a small island colony in the south, but you hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Sylus was always pulling ridiculous stunts, paying whatever copious amount of money would allow him to name the new planet that had been discovered after you, or to have your name painted across his newly purchased yacht, or to buy the hotel you were staying the night in and have it renamed so that your name was perched atop it in big, glowing letters. 

So when you received the news regarding his newest acquisition, you simply thought to yourself, “There he goes again, buying more things in my name,” and smiled to yourself, before depositing the papers atop the rest of your legal documents, claiming you the owner of this and that, thinking nothing more of it. 

It wasn’t until Sylus proposed a trip to go see the island that you realized how mistaken you were. 

“My lady.” He held out a hand to help you out of the jet. 

Thinking him humorous, you decided to play along, taking his hand with all seriousness. “Ah, yes, my lord. How very kind of you to assist me.” And when your feet had properly landed on firm ground, you even gave him a curtsy to finish off your performance. 

He gave a light laugh before continuing with the charade. “Excellent form, Your Grace.”

You raised your chin to him, straightening as best as you could. “Why, of course. As you know, I was raised from birth to be this land’s Duchess and as such, I have always been held to high standards, so I expect my form to be nothing less than pure perfection.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “I see Your Ladyship is also quite humble.” 

You rolled your eyes, shoulders slouching again as you broke character. “Alright, alright- I’m done with the whole prim and proper thing now. C’mon, I want you to show me around!” Your eyes glimmered with excitement. “Isn’t that the reason we’re here?”

He smiled warmly, eyes gazing fondly at your enthusiastic expression. “Yes, love. I wanted to show you all the sights this island has to offer.” 

Taking you by the hand, he led you through the forests and meadows, over bridges and through tunnels, until you’d been over every hill, admired every flower, and pet every creature you laid eyes on. Every inch of this island was covered in life, covered in light, and every inch of it was yours. And for no reason in particular. Just because you had someone who loved spoiling you as much as he loved you.  

Eventually, the two of you made your way into town. 

You were so focused on oohing and ahhing all the quaint houses and little gardens, that you almost didn’t notice every villager staring at you. Almost. And it wasn’t until you dragged Sylus to a nearby stall to purchase some sweets from the local baker that you understood why they were all watching you so intently. 

“You’re the new lady of the land, aren’t you?” He asked as he bagged up your treats.

You blinked at him, gears rotating in your mind, as you tried to figure out what on earth he could possibly mean. Then it hit you. The Duchess thing. That was probably what they called whoever had ownership over the land. Made sense. It was an old fashioned town. Titles like that were still being used around here. “Well, technically, my fiancee here is the one who bought the land, so I guess that would make him the… ‘lord of the land,’ I guess? But yes, we are the new owners, and we are very happy to be here.”

You could tell Sylus was biting back a laugh but you just chalked it up to him being thoroughly entertained by the whole situation.

“Your fiance?” The baker gave Sylus a lookover. “I didn’t hear anything about there being a new Duke, just a new Duchess.”

“That’s because there isn’t a Duke.” Sylus confirmed.

“Or Duchess, really.” You added on.

The baker’s brows furrowed as he turned back to face you. “But you’re the new owner, aren’t you? So you’re the new Duchess.”

You could tell he wasn’t going to let this matter go and you really just wanted to disappear over some hilltop with Sylus and enjoy your snacks together in peace, so you decided to give in. “I- yes, yeah. That’s me. I’m the new Duchess. Caught me. Nice to meet you.”

Upon hearing your admission, more villagers started to crowd around you, to ask when you intended to move in, to ask your thoughts on how they could run the town better, to ask if you’d attend their baby’s christening or their daughter’s wedding or the unveiling of the new building in town. All things you did not have the answer to and did not know why you were being asked in the first place. 

After answering as best you could, as politely as you could, you gave a proper little wave (a wave you thought -or simply hoped- was befitting of a Duchess) before snatching Sylus’ hand and scurrying off with him. As much as you liked the idea of playing nobility, you were getting tired of having to keep up the charade. Especially with random people you didn’t know. And on your vacation. You honestly just wanted some alone time with your fiance and it seemed like you weren’t going to get it if you stayed in town any longer. 

“My, my. It appears the new Duchess is shy.” Sylus teased. 

You pouted. “Syyyy. Enough with the Duchess stuff. We both know I’m not royalty.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you so sure about that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sy, I think I would know if I were secretly a Duchess my whole life.”

“Not your whole life. Just recently.”

You laughed. “What do you mean just recently? I think I would have remembered someone dubbing me ‘Lady of the Land.’” Then you stopped in your tracks. “Sy…you didn’t.”

Sylus didn’t even bother to hide how pleased he was. “I didn’t what?”

Those eyes. That damn smile. He absolutely did what you thought you did. Suddenly, you began to quickly rummage through your purse. Where had you put it? Where was that damn letter? Finally your fingers caught the edge of an envelope and you yanked it out hastily. Skimming over the words again, your jaw dropped as your eyes landed on the information you were looking for. 

He snickered into his hand.

“Sylus! You BOUGHT me a title as a FREAKIN DUCHESS???”

“Guilty as charge, milady.” He gave a pronounced bow. 

You flicked him in the forehead once he’d bent low enough. “And WHY did you buy me a title??”

He shrugged like it was only natural. “I thought I might as well since I was already buying the land.”

“And WHY did you buy me the land??”

Another shrug. “I thought I might as well since I was already buying the castle.”

“And WHY did you- wait. What castle?” You’d explored every inch of this island; you think you would’ve remembered seeing a castle in the distance. 

“That castle.” He turned you around, and there, hidden at the edge of the forest, was the castle of your dreams. 

You stumbled towards it in a daze. 

It was just like walking into a fairytale. There was a large courtyard with a decorative fountain in the center, ornate details carved into its stone. Hedges lined the entrance, making it feel like your own private paradise. A grand staircase lead up to an even grander set of double doors, and past those doors, there were towers to climb, rooms to admire, foyers to gape at, and even more proof of Sylus’ love with every awestruck step you took. 

“You…you didn’t have to do all of this. Why…why did you buy me a castle?” You murmured under your breath, eyes still glazed over, as though you were still wading through a dreamscape. 

“You said you wanted to get married in a castle, didn’t you?” He mused. 

You blinked. 

You had said that. Once. When you had first started dating. Oh. Oh, this man. If he wasn’t careful, you’d just marry him right here and now, with no one to witness your union but the sun streaming in through the windows and the birds flying by. 

“Do you like it?” He asked softly.

“Like it?” You let out a laugh. “I love it, baby. I love you.”

“Oh, good, so you’re not still mad about the Duchess thing.” He teased. “Because you do still have to go to Moira’s baby’s christening and Sheila’s daughter’s wedding and-”

“Oh, no, no, no. If I’m the Duchess, then by default, you’re the Duke. I’m not ‘Ladying’ over this land without my lord. You got me into this mess, now it’s your mess too.” 

“It’s a shame, I only bought one title. It’s not enough for the two of us.” He grinned.

“Then, I guess it’s a good thing I’ve got money too, now isn’t it? Better straighten your crown, pretty boy. You’re stuck with me for life.”

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[chellds]

Como assumir que você já tem algo ??

1. Tenha em mente oque você vai assumir.

por exemplo, você quer muito assumir uma roupa desejada, uma camisa do deftones por exemplo.

você primeiramente possivelmente vai procurar por camisas parecidas com a que você quer, mas, tenha em mente que toda vez que você adiciona algo ao seu carrinho, é porque você já tem

2. Simplesmente assuma.

você já tem ideia do que quer assumir? então simplesmente vá lá e assuma !! você já tem

3. Não fique ansioso(a) pela sua manifestação, você já tem.

se você assumiu que já tem algo, é porque você já tem..

por exemplo, eu tenho uma caneca: eu não vou na cozinha toda hora para checar se eu realmente tenho, pq sei que já tenho !!

4. Viver no final.

por exemplo, você assumiu aquela camisa: simplesmente aceite que você já tem ela independente do que o 3d (terceira dimensão, ou seja, "sua vida" sem a lei da suposição) fale.

[cisnnel]

ignorar o 3d: se esquivar e fingir que nada está acontecendo.

ignorar o 3d: interagir com tudo o que está acontecendo, mas sem ter reações verdadeiramente/profundamente negativas (raiva, ansiedade, tristeza...), pois sabendo que nada é real e exerce poder sobre você, não há razão para ser afetado pelas condições do 3d, já que ele mostra o que você quer que ele mostre.

*lembre-se: ignorar o 3d não é sinônimo de fingir, portanto, está tudo bem se permitir sentir as emoções, desde que você esteja totalmente consciente de que não há nada ferindo você, não há sentido nenhum em se entregar para situações ruins prolongadamente, pois as coisas boas que você deseja se fazem da mesma coisa que as coisas ruins: de você.

[brothermouse]

When I tell you my Mormon self was befuddled as heck for a moment

[111souls]

[lovingldsconvert]

wearing garments under a pride shirt during the parade is going to be a special tomorrow. queer mormons exist and our joy is important!!!

[heathersdesk]

Yes, I will call you out by your screen name and embarrass you for reblogging queerphobic trash.

Be happy I didn't call you by your full government name while I did it.

Say it with me now:

IF YOU HATE TRANS PEOPLE, GO READ THE GENERAL HANDBOOK AND FIX YOUR FACE!

I said it to my *Relief Society president and I'll say it to you little shits.

*She's released now for being a bigot.

[fuckyeahreligionpigeon]

[magneticgirll]

daily reminder: assumir não é fingir, revisar não é fingir, nada na lei da suposição é sobre fingir.

[bluukive]

Jerking them off - LaDS

mdni

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off from behind when he's sleepy, your chest against his back whilst your hand pumps his aching cọck. He's overstimulated, having come twice already, and his face is red from the lewd squelching noises your hand makes against him. He lets his head fall back to your shoulder, murmuring heated words of encouragement - Xavier

ᡣ𐭩 has his larger hand over yours as you jerk him off together. He rolls his hips up and fucks the makeshift hole both of your hands have made. His other hand is pressed up against your own pụssy, cupping and stroking it erratically as you both pleasure each other in unison (almost) - Caleb

ᡣ𐭩 lets you jerk him off through his pants. It's something new he likes to indulge in, a complete contrast to his usually clean appearance. Breathy groans leave his lips as he bucks his clothed hips upwards to meet your hand, ass, whatever is grinding against him at that moment. He eventually comes in his underwear with a spasm - Rafayel

ᡣ𐭩 Makes you watch him jerk himself off whilst you're restrained. Ignores all of your begging and pleading whines whilst looking down at you with a blank expression, but you know him too well. The subtle hitches of his breath and the way his throat bobs told you everything you need to know about how he's feeling - Sylus

ᡣ𐭩 Prefers to pleasure you, but on the rare occasion he lets you touch? He's tugging you onto his lap and guiding his hand to his cock so that you could stroke it. His forehead is pressed against yours as he murmurs low words of praise, occasionally pecking your cheek or lips - Zayne