#Quaran

[paulnrobbins]

To anyone who don’t know Jesus. I love you, and Jesus loves you so much. More than you can ever imagine. His love goes beyond fear, circumstances, past experiences, pain, suffering, anger, and insecurities. His love for you is Him on the cross, suffering and bleeding out, blood and guts exposed- just for you. His love for you is Him giving you shelter, food, clothes, family, friends, transportation and entertainment. His love sets you free from anxiety, depression, fear, anger, bitterness, and hopelessness. His love gives joy, peace, healing, restoration, strength, courage, hope, purpose, meaning, and life. He loves you so much! No matter what you’ve done, who you are, and how others or yourself view yourself- God sees you as fearfully and wonderfully made, a child of Him, and forgiven if you turn to Him. His love for you is so great that He forgets all the wrong we commit and gives us grace and mercy when we follow Him! If you haven’t asked Jesus to come into your life, I dare you too. I promise He will absolutely transform you from the inside out if you give Him a chance. The worst that could happen is nothing! Just you feeling better and waiting on Him to reveal just how much He cares about you and loves you. If you seek Him, you will find Him. If any of you have prayer requests or any questions. Feel free to reach out 🙏🏼 Love you all!

[kmtdruckwelt]

Islamische Wandbilder-Poster m. grünem Hintergrundmuster ,A4,A3, Wohnzimmerdeko,Geschenk,Bismillah,Alhamdulillah MIT oder OHNE Bilderrahmen Wunderschöne islamische Wandbilder mit grünem Hintergrundbild ❤️Start with: Bismillah ❤️End with Alhamdulillah ❤️Life will be blessed by Allah Du hast die Wahl, ob mit Bilderrahmen oder ohne. - Bilderrahmen mit weißen Rahmen A4 oder A3 Der Bilderrahmen A4 besteht aus Plexiglas mit 96 % Lichtdurchlässigkeit. Im Vergleich zu gewöhnlichem Glas ist das Plexiglas durchsichtiger, hat eine bessere Kratzfestigkeit, leichtes Gewicht und nicht zerbrechlich ; Fotos werden in High Definition dargestellt - Fotorahmen im Format A4 , 21 x 29,7 cm (DIN A4) oder A3, 30cm x 40cm - Die Bilder werden auf ein hochqualitatives Fotopapier, Größe A4 oder A3, gedruckt und angepasst. - Falls Sie besondere Wünsche haben, wie Sprache, Farbe der Schrift bzw. Text einfach über Etsy-Nachricht anschreiben.

[tbhmanchester]

I have been dying to know where on earth you got your pfp!!

my pfp is from the dangerforce Quarantine Chronicles!!! its a series of short videos uploaded to youtube that are similar to the Quaran-Kini Special episode they did during lockdown

my pfp is specifically taken from ep 3 "LEAKED Captain Man Video!" where someone leaks his webcam footage when he's on call to Jeff

you can find the whole series in a playlist here!

[gizmo-gremmie]

Very productive meeting… but Steve got promoted at work from Tower Guard to Head of Security so his friends from the adventuring party got him a new bow tie in celebration!

[vanesa]

Started reading The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins, which seems to be obligatory reading for any biologist.

I love how, as it is a book first published in 1976 in a field that has rapidly evolved since then, it starts with many forwards and comes with footnotes addressing the many criticisms and new research that has come since. I feel as if I were reading a Tumblr post with repeated clarifications from bad faith readings, or a list of terms and conditions. Science is self-correcting and humans are subjective.

One of the many notes he addresses is the title itself. While the word "selfish" has too many negative connotations, I would argue the grief over people only reading the title/first chapter and misunderstandings and further clarifications needed is worth it for the punchier title. I think most biologist students understand selfish to mean self-perpetuating. He makes a good argument regardless.

There are some publications that came out after that have since corrected/clarified many of the points in the book, so I need to read those too.

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

why is my father listening to islamaphobic bullshit on fucking youtube shorts or some crap why is this my life

[jewish-vents]

I don't understand how people can yell and scream that we aren't indigenous to Israel

it's literally ingrained into our religion:

we pray facing Israel, the ark faces Israel, we say "next year in Israel" after EVERYTHING bentching, holidays, meals, you name it! every seven years we don't buy fruit from Israel for the year, our prayer books are written in the same language as modern Israel, almost all Jews know Ivrit, were literally told that if we forget Israel then may our right hand forget how to work

I can go on and on but I genuinely don't understand, here you have a country and a religion who has so much focus on that country

who are you to tell me I'm not indigenous? who are you to tell me that the people called the Hebrews and Israelites in both the bible and Quaran are not from Israel?

you just sound stupid and idiotic

.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Danger Force Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1 Masterlist

| Status | Ongoing!

No one ever says married life is easy, which certainly isn't true for Ray and (y/n).

After finally tying the knot, Mr. and Mrs. Manchester said goodbye to Henry and their old friends and welcomed four new ones: Mika, Miles, Bose, and Chapa. The kids have spirit but lack the finesse of experienced crimefighters, needing Captain Man and Miss Danger to shape them into the superheroes they know they can be.

Easier said than done when you're outnumbered. Cue the mishaps, mayhem, and mischief in a new adventure for Danger Force.

This story is mature in places with adult themes and language and uses she/her pronouns for a female reader. However, anyone is free to read and enjoy :)

Main Masterlist

Episode 1: The Danger Force Awakens 

Episode 2: Say My Name 

Episode 3: Ray Goes Cray (SMUT)

Episode 4: Villains' Night (SMUT)

Episode 5: Mime Games (SMUT)

Episode 6: Quaran-kini (SMUT)

Episode 7: Chapa's Crush (SMUT)

Episode 8: Return of the Kid 

Episode 9: Mika in the Middle (SMUT)

Episode 10: The Thousand Pranks War Part 1 (SMUT)

Episode 11: The Thousand Pranks War Part 2

Episode 12: Down Goes Santa Part 1 *New! 25/12/24*

Episode 13: Down Goes Santa Part 2

Episode 14: Vidja Games 

Episode 15: Test Friends 

Episode 16: Lil' Dynomite 

Episode 17: Monsty 

Episode 18: Twin It to Win It 

Episode 19: Radioactive Cat 

Episode 20: Miles Has Visions 

Episode 21: Captain Man Strikes Out 

Episode 22: Manlee Men 

Episode 23: S.W.A.G is Haunted 

Episode 24: Family Lies 

Episode 25: Earth To Bose 

Episode 26: Drive Hard 

[indiestsnake]

I FINALLY BEAT NINE SOLS!!!!!!

gOD the final boss took a while. imma ramble a bit about my thoughts here so spoilers!!!!

The ending is a bit of a grower for me. Needs some time to marinate. You kinda just kill Eigong, land on pengali and play a game of quaran (think that’s what it is i don’t remember ;-;) with what looks like Shaunshauns sister. You don’t talk to Kuafu, Shaunshaun doesn’t say anything, Yi’s character arc stays wherever it was when you went to fight Eigong. Roots don’t get much explanation. Heng is unmentioned (which is a fucking CRIME she was my favorite character). The science vs feeling debate is untouched. It just ends.

The music at the credits was rlly good tho. Just the image of Yi floating there, eyes shut, with the lyrics… it made me feel things. That’s what matters, not the logics, I’m not a film critic.

Most of all… it made me miss Heng.

And I’m going to be honest. I don’t know how much I care about the ending being quick.

Because I genuinely feel some kind of grief right now.

This game got me really attached. Like, really attached to its characters. Yi, Shaunshaun, Heng most of all. And I just have this gut-wrenching feeling of utter sorrow for Yi.

He’s killed the whole council except for Kuafu, something motivated by anger early on which quickly but quietly petered out. Most of his species is dead, and the ones not taken by Tianhuo are almost entirely his fault. The project was his idea. He’s alone.

And Heng is just… gone.

He never even went back for her.

One of the last words he ever said to his little sister, the girl responsible for his near-immortality through the roots, was…

��I never had a little sister.”

So maybe there’s a reason it’s so abrupt.

Yi can’t go back. This is what his ideals got him.

Maybe if he used his heart instead of his mind, just once… things would be alright.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because he didn’t.

And maybe he never will.

[3months2mordor]

On Hobbits and Existential Dread

or Why “The Scouring of the Shire” is the True Climax of The Lord of the Rings

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Or more accurately, there lived a human who had been in hard COVID quarantine for six months and certainly felt like a hobbit, what with all the staying inside and eating second breakfast and trying her best to ignore the world, which seemed in the summer of 2020 to be spiraling towards something unknown. And she, well I, was packing for college. On an impulse that I cannot explain except to say that I had previously binge watched all the movies in my seemingly infinite quaran-time, I packed a large red volume of JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings with the intention to read it over the course of the semester.

What began as a simple personal challenge to read a chapter a night instead of doom scrolling on Twitter became a profound experience not only in terms of discovering that my parents were right in saying the book was actually really good, but also in realizing that the Hobbits, in their edenic Shire perched on the edge of a world about to enter catastrophe, were more like me, more like a lot of us, than Aragorn or the Elves or Dwarves or Men who people Middle Earth. And here is why the chapter at the very end of the last book where the Shire is nearly destroyed is so very, very important.

Tolkien takes careful time in his books to establish the attitudes and habits of his hobbits who live in pastoral harmony in near complete isolation from the rest of the world. They are content with what they have and don’t have the greed that drives Dwarves to dig, or the ambition that drives Men to war, or even the worship of nature that drives Elves deep into their forests to protect them. They build their hobbit holes, smoke what is definitely pot, and eat and drink heartily. They care little for news of the outside world and tend their fields instead. That’s it.

But the world does not cease to exist just because they want it to. It never does.

As Gandalf warns in Rivendale, “We are sitting in a fortress. Outside it is growing dark.” (Part 1 Book 2 Chapter 1).

Regardless of how much the hobbits might ignore the coming of the Dark Lord Sauron and the existential threat that is his attempt to control the world, it will not go away. They will not be safe from the darkness just because they want to be and they have a supply of candles in the cupboard. And so, at the start of the story, evil comes to the Shire in the form of the Black Riders and Frodo, our hero, must leave to keep the Shire safe from the forces of darkness. Still Frodo is just a hobbit, albeit a brave one. So he laments to Gandalf, “I wish it need not have happened in my time” and Gandalf replies “So do I, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” (Part 1 Book 1 Chapter 2).

I feel this quote more deeply every year. A deep childish wish for things to exist as we expected them to be, but a solemn and more mature knowledge that Gandalf is right. That our time has already been given to us. All that we have left is what we do to make that time matter.

But back to Frodo, who takes a good seventeen years to heed this advice, but eventually sets off on an adventure to save the Shire which, spoiler alert, ultimately saves the world. Along the way people despair and seem to lose hope. Theoden, recovering from a spell that robbed him of agency and clearsightedness, cries “Alas! That these evil days should be mine, and should come in my old age instead of that peace which I have earned” (Part 2 Book 3 Chapter 6). Even Sam, in his darkest hour thinking he has lost Frodo for good, groans “I wish I wasn’t the last. I wish old Gandalf was here, or somebody. What am I left all alone to make up my mind? I’m sure to go wrong” (Part 2 Book 4 Chapter 10).

Yet despite it all the One Ring is destroyed and the King returns and good wins. Everything is set right and our heroes get a chance to rebuild the world rather than watch it crumble. They get to go home.

Now this is a fine story and one I desperately needed amongst all of the *everything* going on in 2020. However it is not the ending that stuck with me. For you see once Frodo and his companions return home, the Shire is not the same place they left it.

The Shire, in their year long absence, has descended into a despotic police state run by a wealthy, privileged hobbit who stays in his hole rather than try to help his people as Men, who tower over the hobbits, and are specifically and on multiple occasions called bullies, abuse their power. They use their strength to take food and (let’s face it) weed from the hobbits, desecrate their land with deforestation and pollution, and create a state of fear and paranoia that anyone could be taken at any moment to prison without trial after only a mere whiff of seditious behavior. The world has come to the hobbits and they are so paralyzed with fear that they are unable to do anything other than sit in their hobbit holes and keep their heads down, hoping that they and their families will make it through.

Now, Frodo and his companions, having seen the change that can be wrought from people who stand up to bullies and fight to make a difference, see the state of their home and immediately understand the despair their friends and neighbors have fallen into because they too have felt it. These are the hobbits who faced thousands of orcs and rode in battle and walked to Mount Doom with only each other to lean on and they know how deeply despair of impossible odds can affect someone. But they have also learned that that despair is not inevitable. They saw the Ents on their last march when Treebeard said it was “likely enough that we are going to our doom… But if we stayed at home and did nothing the doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has been long growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now” (Part 2 Book 3 Chapter 4). They saw the Rohirrim ride to battle against impossible odds because it was the right thing to do. They saw even the most pitiful Gollum play his part in saving the world. And they saw the Eagles fly in to help carry the day.

There’s always hope if there’s something worth fighting for.

And so, back in the Shire which was not the Shire they knew but still the one they love, the four heroic hobbits do what had once seemed impossible: they get the hobbits, in their apathy and terror and existential despair, to stand up and fight. And it’s hard, and people die, and it gets worse before it gets better, but in the end the bullies are run off and the hobbits are victorious and they begin to rebuild, not just their homes but their forests and their relationships with each other too.

The hobbits, and me really, wanted to curl up in their holes and hope the world would go away. And sometimes, God, that seems like it’s the only thing you can do when darkness is spreading far on the horizon and it keeps creeping closer but isn’t here yet. But Sauron is not the scariest thing in this book. Tolkien’s real villain was the fear and despair that can paralyze you to stay in your hole until the Shire is burning around you. Yet even the most comfortable and secure hobbits have to stand up and face the world because if we don't, no one else will.

There is a reason Frodo is able to see the mission to the end. And it’s not that he’s exceptional in the way other heroes are. No. In fact it is because he is unexceptional and unambitious and also uncompromising that the deed is able to be done. He, like the hobbits he helps at the end of the series, has to get up and work to fight the evil that hurts people every day. And Frodo doesn’t save the hobbits of the Shire; they save themselves. Then they rebuild. They grow things again, not better, not the same, but they have to go on living. And, I don’t know, I needed to realize that.

We aren’t Aragorn with a throne and a legendary sword and a destiny to be king, we aren’t the Elves with their centuries of knowledge and skills, we aren’t the Dwarves with their mountain holds to hide in. Heck, we’re not even Frodo, or at least I’m not. There’s no way I could handle a walk that long. We’re the hobbits. We see the existential wave of dread and terror that is coming and our instinct to hide from it, to hold it off as long as we can and then silently accept it when it comes. Because what can one little halfling do against a thing like that?

But even the hobbits of the Shire stand up eventually. Even hobbits can take that dread for a bleak future and turn around and create new life. There’s a reason why the symbol of the Shire returning to peace and throwing off the yolk of oppression is a tree. The bullies cut down Bilbo’s old one and it can’t come back. But Sam plants a new one anyway and hopes it will grow.

I’m reading the Lord of the Rings again before this election as I did last time. But this time I’m not alone. I’m reading it with friends. I marked passages like the ones above that made me think but also ones that made me laugh because there is joy in amongst the shadows and if we cannot find those moments it’s hard to keep looking for the light. In rewatching The Two Towers film the other day I was struck, as I usually am, by Sam’s speech at the end of the movie, based on one he gives in “The Stairs of Cirith Ungol.” I think it bears quoting in full.

Sam: It’s all wrong By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?

Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

Hobbits are remarkable people, Tolkien says, and I hope we are too. I hope we can get through this by raising up our own Shires full of hobbit warriors to face the world and not lie down and give up. Because if everyone did that there would still be a One Ring and Sauron would rule forever.

But we have to save the Shire. It’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. We have to believe that. I have to. I will do my part to make sure it does, but first I have to believe it’s possible. We have to take that existential terror and turn it into righteous fury because we have seen what a shadow can do and we cannot let it spread again. We have been there. But we will not go back again.

[kmtdruckwelt]

Islamische Wandbilder-Poster,A4,A3, Wanddeko - Wohnzimmerdeko - Bilder,Geschenk,Islamic, Bismillah,Alhamdulillah mit oder ohne Bilderrahmen Schönes Islamisches Geschenk, ❤️Apreciate with Subhanallah ❤️Celebrate with Mashallah ❤️End with Alhamdulillah ❤️Hope with Insallah ❤️Start with: Bismillah ❤️Life will be blessed by Allah Du hast die Wahl, ob mit Bilderrahmen oder ohne. - Bilderrahmen mit schwarzen Rahmen A4 oder A3 Der Bilderrahmen A4 besteht aus Plexiglas mit 96 % Lichtdurchlässigkeit. Im Vergleich zu gewöhnlichem Glas ist das Plexiglas durchsichtiger, hat eine bessere Kratzfestigkeit, leichtes Gewicht und nicht zerbrechlich ; Fotos werden in High Definition dargestellt - Fotorahmen im Format A4 , 21 x 29,7 cm (DIN A4) oder A3, 30cm x 40cm - Die Bilder werden auf ein hochqualitatives Fotopapier, Größe A4, gedruckt und angepasst. - Falls Sie besondere Wünsche haben, wie Sprache, Farbe der Schrift bzw. Text einfach über Etsy-Nachricht anschreiben.

[spot-the-antisemitism]

“Quaran says martyrs get 49 virgins in heaven” level misunderstanding

“Jews want to rape our white woman” + “Jewish men are pedophiles” + “Talmud says goyim are slaves”

and of course “allyship with lesser races makes you their slave”

It’s good to get harasment from literal nazis again

Let’s see how many block evades this guy has

[mossymandibles]

I'm sure it's all lore that will be revealed in due time, but could you tell us about some of the side effects of consuming the celestial flesh?

I’m definitely not good at working linearly and slow at story plot reveal right now anyway, so happy to answer lol

Also, I wasn’t sure how to gage how much context this answer needed so sorry in advance for the long answer 😭. And cw for graphic descriptions of disease/body horror stuff.

Tl;dr Eating Yvishnir eventually caused evolutionary entropy that sometimes causes horrors.

It’s said that Yvishnir (the body not in the ocean) was a fallen star from long ago, before humanity and the fall of Tartarus(ocean body). The primordials, (Furies and sea dragons) were the ancient fish and birds that fed on Yvishnir in order to sustain their size and godhood and multiply on Earth as its continued keepers. They grew jealous over humanity’s progress and out of fear they buried Yvishnir so humans wouldn’t find it, and hid themselves away. That’s how part of the creation myth goes anyway. Then Tartarus fell and uncovered Yvishnir once again, drawing the primordials out and changing the sea.

So when I say ‘eating the flesh’, I mostly mean the Crux. At first, when Yvishnir was discovered and exposed to the atmosphere, it produced something called Crux which permeated the corpse and oozed from it as a liquid, thought to be a type of otherworldly bacterium or ichor to help it decompose. It caused a sort of explosion of hyper biodiversity/evolution, starting with plants. Here are some examples, mostly some fungi:

Most Humans didn’t really consider eating the Crux of course.

There were a few eccentrics and cults however that started the ball rolling. They would mostly eat it from fungi that had grown around Yvishnir, as well as cooking with it. This caused versions of human evolution, where they began to evolve into the Myce and other species to repopulate as, genetically merging with fungi in order to survive the new world. They’re under the blanket term ‘Hox Strays’, who make up most of Marrowtide and other known civilization islands to this day. There are different variations of these and their mutations have ‘stabilized’ over many generations but that’s another story.

As for Yvishnir, there was a point where the Crux changed its properties, becoming more crystalline. Entropy took over the longer the body was exposed. Even the very insects that were feeding on it began to quickly horrifically mutate and grow. People would say that demons were being birthed from its rotted juices. The Crux began to bring on less desirable effects. Humans classified it as several new forms of horrific diseases ranging from otherworldly prions to the very DNA itself denaturing and mutating.

✨Some outcomes include but are not limited to;✨

>Victims known to have fits of uncontrollable laughter while bleeding from orifices. Several cysts that had broken out on the skin were found to contain bits of teeth, hair and even eyes, like they were growing them.

>Some victims became more beast-like but at the cost of their minds and insatiable hunger for more of the celestial flesh/Crux.

>Victims first described it as a tingling sensation in their chest and extremities. Their blood began to change its molecular structure to be crystalline as well. Cells became shard-like, until their blood eventually hardened completely. It could be seen poking through skin, like they were full of glass.

>Worse still, in a sort of sped up form of the first outcome, they can become a never ending cycle of constantly evolving body parts, growing biomass like cancerous tumors of body parts forever in bloom, eg. growing several hands from your eye or numerous organs. The body can’t sustain this and it pretty much ends in death.

These modern day effects were mostly observed by The Ladder and they determined that Yvishnir was not to be consumed by organisms any longer. In the modern day it is safely contained in Hearth, which is the name of the quarantined citadel outside of The Fever, serving god knows what purpose aside from genetic experiments they’re rumored to be continuing with the remaining crystalline Crux Root.

The primordials felt that those who continued eating the Crux were forsaken, punished for eating the god. They along with others had migrated far, far away at that point, populating the mountains of Zenith and oceans that no one dared to sail through. The body of Yvishnir faded into legends. Even people living within Fever and the isles surrounding it knew less and less about the body as time went on, more focused on surviving day to day.

Their are cases where people have somehow managed to preserve the liquid form of Crux, said to still be procured and preserved when the body was first uncovered and would thus have the least amount of risk involved.

Some people hunt mermaids for the soul purpose of searching the contents of their stomach, to see if they have remnants of Tartarus in them.

With Tartarus it’s all based on theory because no one is able to get down there to see wtf is going on, they only see the results.

[mommieswithmuscles]

PleasureTop!Abby x PowerBottom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

For: @elliewilliamsisactuallymygf

CW: strap on sex, nipple piercings+sexy jewelry (Abby), clit piercing (reader), pussy slapping, oral sex, pet names, praise kinks

Title: Quaran-Scream Zone

You didn't know coming home from a long day on patrol would end like this. You wanted to relax, maybe have a round or two of sex, have a nice meal your lovely girlfriend insisted on cooking, go to bed. Sounded perfect. Instead of seeing your pretty girlfriend curled up on the couch with her new book, she was presented to you with new jewelry.

You almost slam the door shut when you see Abby on her knees, thighs spread, and a small puddle on the couch when you walk in. A thin silver chain looped around her neck, connected down to a slightly thicker chain latched to her nipples, and finally a last thin chain connecting her nipples to an almost invisible chain around her waist.

"I hope that wasn't expensive." You make your way to her, plucking at all five chains to see if any of them had any durability. You loved to ruin your girl, you didn't like ruining her stuff. You would feel awful if you tarnished such pretty jewelry.

"It's cheaper than you think, but more expensive than I let on." She shrugs. You can't help but smile at her.

"A few favors?" You guess, teasing the most sturdy chain connected to her nipples. She gasps out a small breath before nodding.

"Thought it was pretty."

"It's very pretty," you kiss the tip of her nose. "Not as pretty as my babygirl though."

"Would you like to-" she clears her throat, blushing hard as she finds her words. "Would you like to have sex with me? We don't have to, I got so excited this was finished today. We can wait, and I'll-"

"Shh, it's ok baby." You kiss her. "I don't mind. Make sure to find a pretty dick to go with this after I've had my fill."

"Your fill of what?" Her head tilts so cutely when she asks, eyes sparkly and wide.

"That sweet pussy of yours." You drop to your knees, she sits on the edge of the cushions. "I want you to cum in my mouth, then you're grabbing one of the cute dicks in the toy box to fuck me with, gunna suck that dick clean, and then you're ordering dinner with my card."

"Dinner is a sex thing?" She teased.

"Not this time around, but I do enjoy the way you look when you're scanning menus for what sounds good, then making demands. You're so different outside the bedroom."

"Does it turn you on when our roles switch? I can be in charge if you need me to." Your hands hold hers as her legs subtly open.

"That's ok baby. You ordering will be enough." You smile at her. "Besides, I usually have to take charge anyways, so I feel tonight will be a fair medium. Do you agree?"

"I think so, yeah. Been a while since I've rode all over your face."

"That's about to change." You lean up to kiss her. Her lips smack against yours slow and heavy. You smile to yourself as the chapped skin catches on her braces. She smiles at the feeling of your upturned lips.

Your hands slide up her wrists, smooth over her arms, then grasp her hands again. You love how the bulging veins and muscles feel. But you love the way her hands feel in yours even more. Sex is cool and all, but you value the time and intimacy with your girl just as much.

Clothing is removed one by one, getting chucked under the coffee table as you brush small kisses along Abby's face. Her hands hold your boobs as she gasps and twitches. "Something wrong?"

"No-No, but you keep teasing my clit, and I need you."

"Oh I am?" You look at her slowly rocking hips, finally noticing the movement from between her legs. Her swollen, large, protruding clit catching on the edge of the cushion when she pushes down. "Looks to me like you're teasing yourself." You kiss the base of her neck, tongue poking out as your hands drop to her knees.

"All your fault." She mutters.

"Oh I'm sure it is." You press a kiss to her bellybutton before patting her thighs. "Let's take this to bed, I'll grab the menus before I forget and let you fall asleep with an empty tummy."

"You could always fill it with that huge dick?"

"Another time baby, I'm achy and really really need your cock."

"As you wish." She kisses your forehead before rolling her hips off the couch. You kiss her clit before letting her walk to the bedroom. You follow soon after with the promise of warm food.

"Ok baby. So we don't tangle your chains, I'll have you ride my face. If your legs get tired you can tap the headboard, and I'll figure something out."

"You say that like I don't have endurance."

"You have plenty of endurance baby, I'm just saying-"

"I know. You're cute." Abby guides you to lay down, but you haul her onto your face. The menus are thrown haphazard on the bedside table.

"And you're gorgeous."

"Shut up." Abby's pussy lips mash to your nose, you let yourself be surrounded by her heady scent.

Coming to your senses, you nuzzle her clit, licking into her rapidly as her hips buck on your face. Your nose burns, but it's a welcome feeling.

You listen to the moans Abby makes, using them to guide if you need more nose or tongue to get her off. You grab at her hips and ass, scratching and digging your nails into her thighs. She grips your hair as she gets closer, hips slamming to your lips. You slurp and suck as her cum globs down your throat, her moans obscene as they bounce around the room.

"You ok up there?" You rub a soothing hand over her ass.

"Never better." Abby winks, climbing off you. You flop onto your stomach and tuck a pillow under your hips, wigging your ass for her. She groans at the sight. "Pink or purple?"

"Want the purple." You look over your shoulder as she secures the harness, pumping the fake dick a few times with a mixture of her slick and your spit. "Fuck you're sexy."

"This is all for you." You gasp as Abby pumps slowly into your dripping cunt, inch by inch worked into your tight hole. "I don't fuck you often enough do I?"

"You don't but I won't complain because I get to fuck you instead."

"God I love you." Her lips press to your neck as you hump back on her hips.

"I love you too babygirl. You can start thrusting slowly now. Keep it light, I want to build."

"As you wish." Abby's hips have a steady jog, your cervix jumping as she thwop thwop thwops into your pulsing cunt.

"Just like that love, fuck!" You reach your hand behind you, and Abby grabs it. Her free hand flicks and toys with the shiny piece of metal dangling above and rubbing on the sheets.

"Am I doing ok?"

"You're doing amazing, my good girl. You do me so well." Your voice is breathy, and your back muscles twitch and tickle with the feel of her jewelry rubbing against you.

"I feel you gripping my cock, do you need more or are you ok?" Her hand squeezes as her hips drop, the sound of your ass clapping sounding loud inside the room.

"Keep fucking me." You feel her sweat drop down from the chains, her hand leaving yours so she can leverage her hips, pounding your cunt raw. Your moans slam off the wall, mixing with the wet sounds of your pussy.

Abby fucks you through your orgasm, savoring your moans and grunts when she pulls out, slapping your pussy and clit as she wags your folds and metal bar between her fingers. It brings you to a fast second. She rubs your clit to soothe you.

"Fuck my face with that pretty cock of yours." You sit against the headboard, holding her hips as she shuffles above you. Abby's strong thighs bracketing you as your head bobs on the purple silicone. Each glack glog glop of your throat brings her to her own second orgasm.

Her wetness drips down your tits and into your lap as she ruts and humps into your mouth. You let her, toying with and tangling your fingers in the fragile metal loops trampolining off Abby's chiseled abs. Your hands guide her to lay down when her hips still, head pressed against the wall and strap plugging your airway.

You hand her your walky-talky as you wipe her off, being gentle with her sensitive spots as Abby orders from one of the menus you discarded earlier. Once finished, you kiss her, then clean yourself off. You toss the rag in the hamper before dressing Abby then yourself in some boxers and hoodies so you're somewhat presentable when one of the kitchen runners comes for your ration card and exchange it for your meals.

[apriltempleos]

Ur project is reminiscent of an aspect of the Turkish Bayraktar TB2 drone (litterally a MALE UCAV... look it up) which has quranic verses somewhere in the flight software. I love to imagine april and a bayraktar discussing theological matters considering one of them has an os that produces revelation and the other has it directly inscribed in the software. Any thoughts?

preacher: wait that's so cool.

quaranic drone... talk about divine machinery.

in case of templeOS (and by extension APRIL), it's kind of trying to provide an extension of the religion through the program, but i love to see tech being included as subject to preexisting religion. it reminds me of something i've heard of about services in asia somewhere (thailand? maybe) where people were offering to bless servers and personal devices.

[b3achysurfur]

“everyone line up, you each have to recite the Quaran section I assigned you by memory”