#Planted in the house of God

[scribble-kitti]

ITS MY TURN TO MAKE A MERMAID WILLOW DESIGN <333333333

[restorationofthetentofdavid]

In the morning will you hear my voice, Psalms Chapter 92

In the morning will you hear my voice, Psalms Chapter 92

Psalms 92:10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over mea fresh oil. 11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants. 12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 13 They are planted in the house of the LORD; they flourish in the courts of our God. 14 They still bear fruit in…

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

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[pigswithwings]

you will hear my strong opinions about the care and keeping of fish today by the lord

[moongreenlight]

Greek mythology/the Olympians has been my hyperfixation for going on two decades now and I just… Soap as Dionysus.

Always brings a good bottle of wine and a few rooted cuttings of ivy as a housewarming gift. If he’s fixed his attention on you, he’ll also put a few sex toys in the little bag he brings. Puts them right on top for the pleasure of seeing your scramble to try to shove them in a drawer or tuck the whole gift in the closet.

He’s a great time. Has this intoxicating way about him. Like life is a stage and he’s the director. Playful and fun, though a little too enthusiastic at times. Handsy when the two of you hang out. You assume that’s just his nature and excuse it accordingly. Hard not to, gorgeous man that he is. A divine kind of handsome. Like his features are an eons-old amalgamation of all the most beautiful features humans have ever had.

And he gets strangely possessive, even after you’ve been nudging back his wandering hands or putting your hand between his mouth and your neck all night. Borders on vindictive and aggressive if he’s not in the right headspace.

It’s a bit terrifying to see him snapping his teeth in the face of some man at the bar who had only just asked you if you’d wanted a drink. You swear later in the night you see him babbling feverishly to a group of his friends. It sounds like total gibberish, and his friends look even more confused than you feel, but his eyes are wide as saucers and his hands are flying about hazardously. You don’t think much of it after Soap pulls you by the waist to the corner booth and tips a cocktail up to your mouth.

He keeps you out until all hours of the night. Insists on staying jovial. Club-hopping to find the best crowd, best music, best conversation. Keeps you up and active for so long that the confines of reality start to become fuzzy at the edges.

Sexuality expressed through bodies writing and twisting in drunken dance. Bumping up against one another. Collecting strangers and your own sweat in fat beads on your skin that make you shiver when they get heavy enough to trail down the small of your back.

When the room is spinning enough to make you stumble just a bit and you’re unable to do anything but giggle about it, he’s somehow able to make sneaking off into the family bathroom together seem like a good idea. He seems just as drunk as you are, slinging an arm around your shoulders when you walk. Bellowing a laugh when his hand grazes your tit but making no attempt to pull it away.

It’s less easy to be oblivious when you’re in the bathroom together. The muffled music filtering through the bottom of the door. He’s pressing up against you even though now there’s no crowd to excuse his practically grinding his groin on your hip.

It smells like sweat and generic brand bathroom cleaner. You hum when he staggers to the urinal instead of griping at him about how crass it is to take a piss right in front of you. He props himself up on the wall with one hand and a moment after you hear the teeth of his zipper come undone, he lets out a throaty, satisfied groan.

You busy yourself looking in the mirror. Checking your makeup. Seeing if you look as drunk as you feel. It’s filthy. There’s a web of cracks coming from the bottom left where it looks like someone tried to send their fist through to the wall behind it. It makes you a bit dizzy to look at and you have to bend at the waist to get close enough to see the way your mascara has smudged all around your eyes.

And all of a sudden there’s a burning heat behind you. Sickly, feverish heat pressing straight into the pillows of your ass. Soap’s spidery reflection shows up just over your smile sporting a wicked grin. Teeth and eyes flashing.

You try and swat him away, all too used to his comings-on, but he digs his fingers into the fat of your hips bruisingly hard.

“C’mon, hen. Been driving me mad all night. Relax a bit. Jus’ need this. Need you. Please.”

He has to lay flat over your back to hiss in your ear. Teeth clenched like he really needs to put some effort behind his words to sound polite. Like a petulant child who’d just been reminded by their mother to practice manners.

You were practiced in batting back his advances, but for some reason his grit made you falter. His gaze seemed to be burning a hole through you in the mirror. The idea that something inside him was hitting a roaring boil that he couldn’t stop from flowing over made your brain go foggy. The opposite of sobering. His aberrant need was contagious and catching quick.

He smelled like sweat and cheap cologne and dry, sweet wine and woods. Flirty and masculine and overwhelming. And he’s warm and strong behind you, even if he’s pushing his hard cock into you.

Who were you to deny him the pleasure of snapping his hips into your backside a few times? Letting his fingers impatiently tug at the button of your jeans and hastily tug them down with your underwear until they pooled around your ankles?

It didn’t help that the sound of him sending a glob of spit into his hand made you clench around nothing. A familiar warmth gathering between your thighs that made you shift a bit to chase the momentary relief even a touch of friction could provide.

He couldn’t even afford you the decency of pretending not to see. No. Instead he points a spotlight on you and insists you perform for him again. Nudging your legs apart and pressing his thigh flush against your core while purring the filthiest things in your ear.

“Ken I jus’ needed to wear you down, mm? Thought ‘bout this before we went out. Always did get sloppy when you drink. Jus’ needed a little push. That’s it -Jesus- cunt’s so wet. Gonna take good care of her.”

And the club is so packed full of drunken, dancing bodies that hardly anyone notices the way you two stumble out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Even though you’re still fumbling with the button of your jeans with shaking hands.

[wiirocku]

Psalm 92:13 (NKJV) - Those who are planted in the house of the LORD Shall flourish in the courts of our God.

[creepyhouseplant]

They're eating well!!! My pitchers are eating too, but you can't really see it the way you can with these guys 😁

Spoon leaf sundew

Common butterworts

[flamingfalcon3]

I’ve been losing my shit for the past ten minutes

[theverytiredghost]

enola holmes 2 confirmed that viscount tewkesbury is a plant dad and i don’t know what to do with this information

[ghostlychaosfoil]

if I hear you say “big backed” you are dead

[quarterbackbutch]

getting into houseplants saved me I found something I can spend all my money on that my mom actually approves of LMAO

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Help I now have "can't stop buying houseplants" disorder

[spiders-in-the-valley]

uhh guys

do trees have a chance of dropping house plants???

[wormsdyke]

hark, i have irreperable pjo brainrot so in a fit of sleeplessness i made my own who's your godly parent in the pjoverse quiz. enjoy

[lokeanheart]

Welp since I’ve bought new stuf for Loki and I’ve been cleaning I’m redoing his altar and I have tons of shit coming for him

Including a potted plant I got a discount for in a app (def recommend it if u walk a lot it’s called Treecard and with a craft amount of steps u can plant a tree and u get stars from ur trees for discounts and stuff ! U can use my code lael-hpi and or the link )

And he picked it himself I tried to ask if he wanted a different plant and showed him a new one and with out hesitation he said “no❤️”

Then went back to the plant he picked -Alocasia Reginula 'Black Velvet'

And it’s cute and from what ur says it’s gonna be easy to take care of too

“If you are fond of all black foliage, this is the variety for you. These plants usually stay small and classy! Alocasia or Elephant’s ear is a large, evergreen perennial from damp sites in south and southeast Asia. It’s large arrow-shaped leaves come in a variety of green hues overlaid with splotches of black, purple, or aged copper. They love warm humid environments so keep your Alocasia away from air conditioners and cold drafts”

I mean look how pretty!!!

[miodiodavinci]

good news: we have water again ! ! ! a pipe had burst somewhere up the street so the city came out and fixed it today (we still need to run the tap to get rid of the air and muddy water but. it's something.)

bad news: i had to go to my partner's to do laundry and shower so i missed out on work time today (bad) (anxiety inducing) (i don't need this right now)

worst news: i have a killer headache and my throat is suspiciously stiff 👁 👁