#godly vision

[iamentertainmentclub-blog]

Proverbs Daily Reflection – January 29, 2025

Joseph had a vision (Genesis 37)—even when thrown into a pit and imprisoned, he held on to what God revealed to him. Eventually, that vision led to the salvation of an entire nation. #josephmekaelpageministries

The Power of Vision: A Biblical Teaching on Proverbs 29:18 Proverbs 29:18 (KJV) “Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.” Understanding the Verse This scripture reveals a foundational truth: Without vision, people are lost. The word “vision” here refers to divine revelation—God’s guidance for life. When people lack purpose, direction, and God’s…

[bialbovi]

You’re here to slay him. If you don’t, it will be the end of the world.

[rynli]

Suddenly seized with visions of DE if Harry had kept his horse instead of trading it for an MC

[ace-dodo]

FINALLY FINISHED THIS

IF YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT BLACKWASHING GET TF OUT ‼️‼️

Based on this image i found on pinterest

Ty random stranger for the inspo, i hope this finds you

[wrathofrats]

Transmasc mist dicking down transfem ifrit in the nastiest most gender affirming sex you ever seen like if you cheered

[omenfailure]

ʚ Tea Headcanons

Rennala loves jasmine tea. She would make it for her kids before bed so they could enjoy it together, before Radagon left.

Mohg drinks whatever tea that Varré makes, it's tastes like oolong with a cinnamon aftertaste. Varré has a knack for it.

Ranni would share tea and biscuits with Iji and Blaidd occasionally throughout the week, they'd get together reminisce or discuss plans. Seluvis was invited, but he kept insisting on preparing the tea himself. Blaidd and Iji grew fond of jasmine tea as well.

Malenia doesn't drink tea, but she will have it if Miquella makes it. Whenever he makes tea for her, it alleviates her pain at least for a bit. It has a citric tinge with floral aroma.

Radahn was invited to sit with the elderly scholars during his studies at Sellia, discussing spells and gossiping during his academic days. His favorite became bergamot tea.

Tanith has tea with Rya, telling her about the world and the rich history of the Lands Between. Rykard used to join when he wasn't a giant snake creature. Sometimes Tanith and Rya bring their drinks to Rykard's chamber so they can finally spend some time together.

[moeblob]

So it occurs to me that I posted most of their lore on my OC blog (though a few posts on here have the story info) and honestly I think it's very important to note that the entire reason a guy from Florida is recruited to help defeat the demon lord isn't him as the hero. His younger brother (by about ten years younger) is the Chosen Hero and... not very good at it. So the goddess (Solei) who had selected the hero has to begrudgingly go back to earth and convince his older brother to help save her world.

(Also Reynold admits to Solei that "Sascha could never be a bad influence. He's the best impulse control I've ever had" and she really doesn't like to hear it. That's terrifying.)

[mrkestis]

Sifo-Dyas - Apollo

prophecy - oracles - truth

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

on the cn meeting jg, imagine.

like them realizing the power differences even just for like regular them like say hu tao there.

lmao cn childe being like omg rex lapis level pls fight and jg zhongli is just so happy he can have a proper fight without holding back, since his rex lapis power levels are balanced out by being in a mortal body (even if the spiritual energy makes him not really mortal-mortal)

and then jg childe being like :0 damn i'm weak

(also i am begging you please tell us what happened in the abyss is it like cn (ik u won't tell here bc spoilers but pookie please childe reveal soon))

RAHHH BRAINROT ZC BRAINROT

the childe abyss reveal shouldn't take all that long actually, p sure it should happen shortly after the qingce meetup if what i've planned works out

[icharchivist]

@sandetigerrr tagged me to shuffle my on repeat playlist and post the first 10 song

and i rarely do tagged games but when it comes to music i will because i'm going to make it everyone's problem

and should mention i've only been looping my Solas' playlist lately so I guess that's a warning that comes with it

I'm Your Man - Mitski

Amber - Koethe

Heaven or Hell - Digital Daggers

Mr Magic - Reliqa

Sorry - Nothing but Thieves

Breath of a Life - Florence + The Machine

Falling Slowly - Glen Hansad, Markéta Irglovà

Forsaken - Within Temptation

The Truth Beneath the Rose - Within Temptation

Your World Will Fail - Les Friction

and yeah that sounds like me alright.

tagging huh. now that's always the hard part.

@aranarumei, of course. @nadejdaro if u want. @crimsonshadesblog. And honestly anyone who may feel like it i never know who to tag

Thanks for the tag <3333 im normal about music

[ourlordapollo]

One time I had an extremely vivid dream about falling off a bridge way up in the fucking mountains and now every time I see a local TikTok filmed on. a bridge. in the mountains. I go "HOLY FUCK IT'S THE BRIDGE FROM MY DREAM."

NO, genius, it's the Pacific Northwest. Every mountain bridge west of the Cascades looks exactly the same 😭

[kurtwarbler]

need to draw klaine in the good mythical morning 💕everybody knows I love lesbians💕 shirt

[pastempomat]

one (1) man had called me "princess" in my entire lifetime and it was the paramedic during my first psych ward stay and tbh it was pretty funny so i forgive him

[empoweredfaithmedia]

Proverbs 29:18 – Without a Vision, the People Perish: A Guide for Christian Women to Create a Vision for Life"

In the book of Proverbs, Chapter 29, verse 18, we find a timeless truth: “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” This powerful scripture serves as a reminder of the importance of having a clear vision for our lives. As Christian women, our faith plays a central role in shaping our vision and guiding our journey. But how do we create a vision for our lives that aligns with God’s purpose for…

[awesomegodnewlifeministries]

[fear-is-truth]

THE GREEN EYED MONSTER — bruce wayne

MDNI ┆warnings: smut. jealous bruce

BRUCE WAYNE didn’t think of himself as a jealous man. jealousy was irrational, unproductive—a crack in control, and control was the very foundation of who he was.

“h-aah—bruce,” you arched beneath him, hands scrambled for purchase, one curling into the damp hair at the nape of his neck while the other clutched at his shoulder. his thoughts churned even as his body stayed attuned to yours. “bruce,” you whimpered again, half a plea, half surrender.

bruce’s mind stuttered, unbidden thoughts clawing their way back. that investor at the gala—what was his last name? langley? no, it was something else. didn’t matter. bruce could recall the man’s face with infuriating clarity.

but what burned brightest was the handshake: his hand lingering in yours just a beat too long, bordering on intimate. the subtle breach of etiquette set bruce on edge. then the man leaned in, voice dipping low as he murmured something meant only for you, the words drowned out by the clinking of champagne glasses and soft murmur of the crowd. your laugh had followed—light, polite, the same one you’d offered to so many others that evening. you’d likely forgotten the exchange entirely. just you being you—sweet, approachable. but the rasp of the man’s smoker’s laugh lingered in bruce’s memory, coarse and unwelcome, grating against his nerves like sandpaper.

muscles drawn taut, his hips moved on their own accord, driven by a dangerous mélange of frustration and lust. the next thrust was rougher than intended, forceful in a way that bordered on needy, and it stole a sharp gasp from your lips. you arched against him, body yielding with desperate eagerness that sent a shiver of triumph through him.

“nnngh–hah-”

could he make you sound like this? bruce wondered, his jaw tightening as his mind darkened. could he make you dig your nails into his back like this, leave those fleeting little crescent-shaped reminders?

his pace slowed, the haze of primal lust lifting as rationality began to reclaim its hold. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes shutting briefly before reopening. bruce tilted his head slightly, seeking your gaze. your pupils were blown wide, kiss-bitten lips swollen and parted, breasts heaving with every laboured breath. you didn’t seem to mind the newfound edge in him; if anything, it appeared that you enjoyed it.

could he make you shiver like this? could he have you matching his every thrust, cumming so many times but still craving more, your body pliant yet demanding?

“f-fuck,” he ground out, his sweat-damp forehead falling against your shoulder as he drove himself closer, deeper. until bursts of white danced at the edges of your vision, every nerve-end alight.

could he-

drunkenly, you reached for him, fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging just enough to coax a guttural groan from his throat. that simple action unraveled his jealousy, scattering it like ash on the wind. his mind snapped the answer into place with startling finality.

no, bruce decided. he couldn’t.

your head tilted back to fall on the pillow as he dipped his head, warm lips found the edge of your jaw, trailing up as he sought the delicate curve of your ear. you felt his teeth grazed your earlobe—a soft, teasing nibble. a sound escaped you, high and needy, and it must’ve sparked something in bruce because another thrust that made your toes curl in welcome to the glorious stretch of his cock.

eyelids fluttering open, you glanced up at bruce, the faint glow of the room casting shadows across the sharp angles of his face. his brows furrowed in concentration, hair curling damply against his temple, and above you, he looked godly—untouchable, yet entirely yours. you barely had time to drink in the sight of your lover before he tilted your chin toward him, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that stole your breath and any lingering coherent thought. there was a brief clash of teeth before it softened into the warm yet insistent press of his lips, the demanding slide of his tongue as though he had something to prove—not to you, but to himself.

he reared back before snapping his hips forward again, earning another stretched moan from your lips as you felt him nudge against your cervix. once more, his name slipped from your mouth in the form of a broken whine when he broke the kiss, dark gaze smouldering as he studied your face—drinking in every detail like a man starved, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a satisfied smirk.

you clenched around him, felt that pulsating warmth through the thin veil of slick and sweat. it wouldn’t take long for you to fall apart once again, not with the multiple orgasms he had bestowed upon you earlier and the frantic pace he was moving now. bruce drove into you one last time with a strained grunt, sheathing himself to the hilt.

you couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your climax began or where his met yours—all you knew was the overwhelming surge that overtook you both, cresting like a tidal wave. your vision blurred, edges dissolving into brilliant white, and a broken cry slipped from your lips as your body trembled uncontrollably. your fingers clenched, digging into his shoulders, while your muscles turned molten, leaving you boneless and weightless, as if you were melting into him. the low, guttural sound he let out against your neck sent another shiver through you, tethering you to the shared euphoria that left nothing untouched.

the vice-like grip on your hips slackened, and you could feel his cock continuing to twitch and spasm as he thrust lazily inside you, grinding his cum as deep as it could go.

he should’ve felt satisfied, but instead, there was something else—a knot still twisting low in his chest. his jealousy had burned out, but in its place was something else, that made his heart ache.

“did i hurt you?”

“no. you were…” you paused, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his forearm. “perfect.”

a faint exhale left him, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. bruce pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than he usually did.

could anyone else make you look like that?

he didn’t have to ask himself. he already knew the answer.