#nemo hoes

[underground-hip-hop-affiliated]

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PACIFIC RIM BAKUGO FIC SETLIST? ANYONE???

[crapula-estatutario-nobinario]

Striking at night, the last thing NCR soldiers see. Nemo, Nemo!

Wah! Im preparing that rp blog lmao, I am dying to write my hoes.

My rp blog is @carpe-diem-company

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hii, can i request a Leo valdez x reader where reader is like 10 cm taller then Leo?

thank you for the request <3

It got a bit random but baking is so domestic and fluffy I love it. And also the story is assuming the reader can pic Leo up, which some of y'all might not be able to do but to be fair Leo can't weight that much [he's like holding a bunch of grapes]. Enjoy!

Carrot cake---Leo V x Reader

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You weren’t tall. You also weren’t short, just somewhere in the middle that meant in a crowd, you didn’t tend to stand out at a glance. Height wasn’t your biggest problem, you had other things to think about. As long as you could fit through the doorways easily and still get to the highest cupboard, that was okay. 

That was until you realized when Leo bounded up as usual, a smirk on his lips and grease on his cheeks, and then hugged you [an expected greeting by now], his head fit snugly and only just beneath your chin.   

Dark curls tickled your chin, but it was worth it to feel him humming like a ball of energy, pressed against you before he bounced away to the next thing. Though he never seemed to stray too far from your vicinity, always able to glance around and wink at you, or come back and trace his fingers along the dips off your palm subtly. 

Sometimes he’d stand just close enough that you could step forward and tuck him back under your chin, where he’d stay.                                    

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“How the Hades are we supposed to bake a cake?” 

“Well, mi amor, there’s these things called ingredients, and sometimes if you put the right amount-”

You leaned back on the kitchen counter, and glance up from Annabeth’s Olympus rebuilding Ipad, the one you’d borrowed to find a recipe. You raised an eyebrow. “Your humor isn’t going to grate that carrot.” 

You also pretended not to see his obviously fake mocking of your words, as he waved a carrot around in what could only be described as a sassy way. Then went back to grating, finally, moving his hips to the tune of the song playing over the radio. It sat in the corner of the room, which was filled with poker chips, ancient tribal masks, and half filled bowls of flour and sugar. 

A website was describing the chef’s niece's eighth birthday party, which had a connection to the recipe you couldn’t quite find, and you propped the Ipad up on the soda stream. Leo skipped over and peered over your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck. “How do we even know Racheal likes carrot cake? Did anyone ask?”

“Leo, sweetie, it’s a surprise party.”

“So?”

You blink at him for a moment, and then just give up. Apparently the braincells used in taking SAT’s for fun didn’t carry over to general common sense. At least not in Leo’s case. “She’s a rich, indie, art hoe. Of course she likes carrot cake.”

“Point taken,” Leo said, and humming to the song, began to measure milk out into a nemo themed cup, then tipped it into one of the many bowls lined up in preparation. 

The eggs were cracked afterwards, and butter melted through, until you had all of the wet ingredients ready. You glanced down at the Ipad, ignoring a notification from Percy telling Annabeth that the spider had been killed. “Flour, sugar, and…baking soda.”

With a thud, Leo dropped a bag of flour onto the counter, only it sent up a billowing cloud of the fine white powder, which smudged on his face as he pitifully tried to wipe it off. 

You shook your head in dismay, and reached over to help. ‘How do you create a mess out of the simplest tasks?”

“Because you're always there to help clean up?”

“Ha ha,” you mutter, using the less egg-y parts of your hands to wipe off the flour that seemed to stick like glue. His skin was soft and warm and slowly turning a dark shade of red. 

You noticed that there were little pale scattered scars across his brown skin, probably from accidents in bunker nine. You blinked a few times, pulling your eyes away and remembering to breathe. 

“There you go,” you told him, and patted his cheek twice, “it only looks like you’ve done a few lines of cocaine.”

“Just the look I was going for,” he grinned back, nose wrinkling a little as he did so. You rolled your eyes at him, and started to measure out the flour. He tipped the sugar, spilling some over his sleeves, and licked it off. “Yum.”

One more scroll through the recipe, and, “two teaspoons of baking soda, then we mix it all together.”

A clattering of cupboard doors and an ‘oof’, showed that there was no baking sugar down there. You check the pantry, and Leo changed the station on the radio to some song about a rock for lovers. He then proceeded to climb onto the counter, his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on not slipping on the spilt sugar and cracking his head open.

“What on gaea are you doing, Leo?”

He blinked once, like an owl caught doing something naughty. Then he pointed at the cupboard above the fridge, crouched as if he was spiderman next to the sodastream with a grin, “getting the baking soda?”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” you muttered, and strode over, picking him up clumsily in your arms. He wriggled around with a yelp, arms wrapped around your neck quiet dramatically, in your opinion. “Why are you made of elbows?”

He stared up at you with wide eyes and a red face, which was for some reason really close to your own. You weren’t complaining. 

“I only have two,” he croaked, and looked away, swinging his legs absentmindedly. You debated holding him in your arms forever, he was so warm and snuggly [even if he was incredibly boney]. Still, Jason would be nearly finished putting streamers up, and the cake had to be ready by then. 

You put him down as gently as you could on the table and turned back to the messy and flour covered kitchen, reaching up easily to the cupboard above the fridge, and grabbed the baking soda. 

You turned, “see, you could’ve just asked.”

“Well, I didn’t know I’m not allowed to climb the kitchen!”

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“The carrot cakes a win.”

You bump your cup of raspberry lemonade against Leo’s in cheers. The lighting was the color of your drink, but everything felt a lot more hazy and sentimental for such a non alcoholic beverage. “Told you, rich indie art hoes like carrot cake.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Leo said with a chuckle, the fairy lights hung along the walls of Rachel's cave reflected in his eyes. They looked like stars in the sky. Or flour on a countertop. You shook your head a little. 

The atmosphere must’ve been getting to you. 

Maybe it was the softly churning smoke machine in the corner or the speakers pumping out TV Girl, but it was bringing up everything. Not physically, it was bringing up all the thoughts. Soft hair and sparkling eyes. Sugary hands and bitten down nails. Bouncing steps and quirked lips that looked so very delicious, like the drinks staining his very lips a shiny red. 

You realized you were doing it again, and averted your gaze, setting your sloshing cup down on the closed lid of a record player balanced upon a bucket of minty green paint. The entrance to the cave was hidden by wooden beaded curtains and they clattered when you moved them apart and stepped through.

“Woah,” you breathed, looking up.

The dewy grass crunched beneath your shoes as you walked out of the soft red lighting, to where the stars would look even brighter. It was as if someone had grabbed a handful of glitter and threw it across the night sky, flicking little pieces along to make the shooting stars you watched dance about. 

There was a shuffling of feet and someone swore, then Leo trotted up spilling some of his drink onto the ground without realizing. “What are you looking at? More gorgons?”

“Nah, the stars.” You answer, not drawing your eyes away from them.

You felt Leo stumble to a standstill in front of you, and you’d already reached out, tucking his curls under your chin. “Such a poet, you could be a philosopher.”

“Shut up.”

“Philosophize something for me,” he egged, his hands joining yours where they sat on his narrow shoulders. You were giddy with something soft and warm and a little bit fluttery in your stomach, like honey through your veins. “Go on.”

You grin, “me? You’re the brainiac, you philololophize something.”

“Okay,” he murmured, squinting. “Uh…”

You hummed to the faint music you could still hear from where the two of you were wrapped up together on the cliff top, surrounded by pine trees and scattered cups of red sweetness. 

“You’re so tall.” Leo murmured, and you could see the little gears whirring and clicking in his head. “How would we kiss?”

It was a good question, one that melted your insides and turned your brain to cake batter. You buried your face in his mess of curls. He smelt like smoke and sugar. Hopefully he tasted like that too. 

“Maybe if we sat down,” you murmured, feeling your chest heavy with feelings you couldn’t begin to explain with the lump of fear clogging your throat. 

Leo turned, twisting in your arms with a quiet ‘good idea’, and you were already kneeling in the grass, his hands still tightly curled around your own. His eyes were far off and distant, but so very, very beautiful. Like the stars. 

“I’m gonna…” You started, but the thought trails off into fog as you’re distracted by the tint of red and tinge of a smile on Leo’s lips. 

He just nods in return to your unfinished statement, and you rock forwards, slotting your own mouth against his. You were right. He tasted like sugar and raspberry flavored sugar, tinny music and soft hands. 

Soft hands that traced along your jaw, light as a feather. Your own were clumsy and looped through his soft hair, tugging a little and pulling him as close as you could get. Your knees cold with dew and frost were ignored, Leo’s tongue and teeth and lips favored. 

“I think…” Leo started, whispering against your mouth with breathy chuckles, and looking up with lidded gooey eyes. “There might have been somethin’ in that lemonade.”

You just murmur an agreement into another kiss.

[radioconstructed]

⌖ I'm not a VETERAN, I'm an ACTIVE COMBATANT, but INSHALLAH THE WAR WILL END!

⌖ Every day I wake up and join the WAR ON DRUGS on the SIDE OF DRUGS and I join the WAR ON TERROR on the side of TERROR!

[stitchkiss]

tell me a story about u

bestie you know more of my stories than anyone and you still want more?? i can’t believe you aren’t sick of them yet lmaoo. i’ll tell you a few from that liam-esque list i sent you a while back.

GATHER ROUND KIDS!! STORYTIME!!

story 1: idek when this was probably when i was like 13 but anyway we were gardening n shit and i was by all the tools takin a break bc i planted like 20 zucchini seeds (bad idea in hindsight all we ate that summer was zucchini) and i was tired. so i look down and there’s a garden hoe next to me and i’m getting flashbacks to my childhood when i watched tom and jerry obsessively and i think “huh. i wonder what would happen if i stepped on it” guess what happened. smacked me right in the face the second i stepped on it. blood went everywhere. face, clothes, tools, soil. brother is laughing. sister rushing for towels. mom making sure my nose wasn’t broken. dad wishing i was never born. my face messy with tears n blood n sweat. i consider this a win bc not only did i get to live out a childhood fantasy but i didn’t have to garden for the rest of the day!

story 2: i am. dumb. and impulsive. and i think movie magic applies to me. all this, but i’m 9 years old. we had just moved and a perk was that a golf cart came w the house. so when, for reasons i can’t remember, there was a dirt hill in my backyard i knew EXACTLY what to do with it bc i had just watched wreck it ralph AND played a mario kart tournament the night before so i know a ramp when i see one. see where im going w this? when i saw the dirt hill i got on the golf cart and fuckin floored it. the thing is, i didn’t know that the dirt wasn’t packed in, so it was too soft for the tires. i did not make it over. the cart tipped over and i fell out. it almost crushed me. the funniest part ab this is when my mom came over to check on me she was like “i saw you speed off and i KNEW what you were doing” i wasn’t allowed to try it again.

3. i had a goldfish named herbert. i won him at a festival when i was like 12 and he came in a plastic baggie like from finding nemo. so i brought him home and i quickly realized i had no place to put him bc he was my first (and only) fish. so i threw out these flowers my mom had in this really big vase and i put him in it instead. during this time i didnt have a phone bc i accidentally broke it a few days before when i was jump roping and had it in my pocket and it flew out. SO i didn’t know what to feed herbert bc no google and neither did anyone else and they didn’t want to help me raise my new son so i had to figure this out by myself. do you know what i fed him instead of fish food? ritz crackers. how tf was i supposed to know the salt from the crackers would kill him. the concept of “freshwater fish” eluded me at the time. i woke up the next day and he was floating at the top of the vase. but the worst part of this story? i was preparing a small, intimate funeral for herbert bc he deserved nothing less and i took him out of the vase and put him on a plate. then i left for like 5 minutes to make sure my brother and sister were going to be in attendance and to throw some rose petals in the toilet bc if i was gonna flush him it might as well be beautiful. but. when i went back to the kitchen to get herbert, my cat was eating him.

4. last story! my cousins and i are really close and we do this thing when all of us are available and we call it a version of guy’s grocery games based on who the judge is that night (we replace the g with our initial) where we each make food but change it up in a creative way. this time was pizza. i teamed up w one of my cousins and we decided to make a pizza based off the fast food chain raising canes. so we go to canes and order a bunch of chicken and fries and bread and we even got a cup full of canes sauce for $5 and we also bought a premade pizza dough. the pizza was DIVINE and i’d eat it again but be warned you need pepto bismal on hand if you eat it bc it’ll rly fuck up ur insides. but, even tho it was the best invention ever, we didn’t fucking win. what did we lose to, you ask? a ramen pizza. my brother and his gf made it w the recipe I SENT HIM!! but the thing is, this recipe called for soy sauce and my cousin is allergic to soy. my brother asked me for his allergy list in preparation and i forgot to put it on there. so my cousin was ab to take a bite when my brain connected the very very important dots and i smacked it out of his hand.

hope u enjoyed all that!!

[iamapoopmuffin]

I'm fully back on my bullshit and while I accept you guys don't want to hear about my OCs I am going to talk about them anyway, so here's all my current NRC students (not including any character who can be thought of as Yuu)

All these bitches are still a work in progress.

Tully Bumble - A second year Octavinelle student based off Mr Smee from Peter Pan. As a Smee adaptation, he is friends with my Hook adaptation and is rather clumsy. He acts eager to please and generous and as a peace keeper, but will often bemoan how much he has to do and how irritating others are. He is an older brother and is used to taking care of others. Tully has messy blond hair and red eyes, and wears a red bandanna and glasses.

Aria Campana - A second year Ignihyde student based off Ernesto de la Cruz from Coco. Aria stands out a bit as an Ignihyde student in that he likes to be the centre of attention. A natural born performer who will gladly push others out of the limelight, very much a 'me me me' type. Would join the music club. Has short, curly, black hair and wears silver make-up that is somewhat reminiscent of the markings on Ernesto's skull.

Brutus Claus - A third year Savanaclaw student based off Sabor from Tarzan. He is small but strong, is very stubborn and argumentative, sporty and a bit of a little shit. Track club boy. Obvs a leopard beastman. Browny blond and spotty and all sleek and slinky.

Goldie Corpseflower - A third year Pomefiore student based off Mother Gothel from Tangled. Goldie has ended up being basically all the shit awful takes about Vil the fandom keeps making - he is the bitchy, bratty, self absorbed, beauty obsessed, closed minded hoe of a man. He's also jealous of Vil and thinks he should be housewarden (but never actually challenges Vil for the position because he's a little bitch. He does however trip Vil in the halls and then pretend it wasn't him.) Goldie has long, curly black hair and green eyes. He's in the same form class and club as Vil.

Helmut Corred - A first year Pomefiore student based off Captain Hook from Peter Pan. Helmut has pretty bad anxiety and tends to overthink things. Probably has a fear of the ocean. Flamboyant. Has curly black hair, blue eyes and a prosthetic hand. He is in the film research club.

Nat Dentlar - A first year Octavinelle student based off Darla from Finding Nemo. He has a huge obsession with sea life and the mermen in his dorm. He wants to pick them up and shake them like a doll, pull their tails, get a tooth and a scale and examine them under microscopes. He loves fishies so much (please god help the fishies). Nat has short red hair and green eyes, freckles and braces (but not the headgear Darla has). He is in the science club.

Coral Ethanoli - A first year Savanaclaw student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Coral is persistent, stubborn and athletic, often showing off as a natural gymnast. He is in the music club.

Fuchsia Ethanoli - A first year Heartslabyul student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Fuchsia typically takes the role of the strict and bossy leader (which more often than not just gets him teased by his brothers.) He is in the basketball club.

Orchid Ethanoli - a first year Diasomnia student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Orchid's brand of mischief is typically seen as more wild and out there than that of his brothers. He is in the track club.

Pastel Ethanoli - a first year Scarabia student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Pastel is shown to be quite resourceful and intelligent, putting a lot of planning and forethought into his actions. He is in the film research club.

Maine Frostjammer - A third year Heartslabyul student based off Snowball from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Maine is a busybody who greatly values the rules and the upholding of order. He is a horse beast man with long black hair, braided in several sections. He's tall and built like a brick wall. Thanks to me joking about Twisted Frollo and his horse being a thing, Maine has met Rollo and has a crush on him.

Scorpius Hankerspire - A first year Octavinelle student based off Mr Scroop from Treasure Planet. His uncle is a member of staff at NRC, and is representative of Silver from the same film. Scorpius is a little ball of rage, moody and standoffish. He may be fae or half-fae. He has shoulder length white hair with red streaks, red eyes and fangs, as well as red cross hatch lines around his eyes.

Elvir Picklepuss - A second year Heartslabyul student based off Edgar from The Aristocats. Struggles a lot with classes, may have learning difficulties. Fairly gentle, a good cook, good with animals. In the Equestrian club.

Guy Pinaster - A second year Ignihyde student based off Syndrome from The Incredibles. Naturally a huge tech nerd who likes to build and tinker with things, whatever comes to mind. Talks to himself as he does it. Thinks he's better than you, and will get into really petty fandom arguments with you at the drop of a hat. Ofc ginger with blue eyes and freckles. Ofc in the science club.

Naloa Pitaata - A second year Pomefiore student based off Tamatoa from Moana. Naloa is graceful , cheeky and sassy, but seems relatively kind and generous. He takes good care of himself and adores jewellery, having a large collection of different jewels and accessories. In all his outfits he will wear any accessories he can get away with, be it bracelets, necklaces, rings, piercings, anklets, hair ornaments, whatever. Unlike Tamatoa, Naloa believes firmly in inner beauty as well as outer. He has long, curly hair, mostly bubblegum blue but the front left is pink. His nose is pierced on the left, and his left leg is prosthetic. He tends to use coconut based products for skin and hair care. He lives with his grandmother.

Khei Purrgattony - A first year Pomefiore student based off Am from The Lady and the Tramp. Khei is cheeky and mischievous, and seems to have trouble filtering his thoughts before they reach his mouth. He seems to have met Professor Crewel prior to enrolling in NRC, supposedly because Crewel is a good friend of his elder step-sister. Alongside his twin, Khei is an expert at causing trouble but pretending to be innocent and playing the victim. Khei is a cat beast man. He has chin length cream hair with black tips (plus matching tail), black ears, blue eyes, fangs and a brown birth mark around his eyes and nose.

Shayn Purrgattony - A first year Pomefiore student based off Si from The Lady and The Tramp. Shayn has better self control and acting skills than his brother, making him better at getting them out of trouble and less likely to say something out of the blue that might get them in trouble. Like Khei, Shayn is cheeky, mischievous and enjoys causing trouble for others through playing pranks, breaking things and being an overall little shit. He's an expert at playing the victim and pretending to be an innocent sweetheart. He is physically identical to his brother, though his hair is slightly longer and he will tie it back for PE or alchemy classes. He also has a birthmark on his face, but it is different in shape to Khei's.

Kahoda Saanp - A first year Savanaclaw student based off Kaa from The Jungle Book. Kahoda is crafty and intelligent, spiteful and opinionated. He has a huge soft spot for children. He's very flexible and is happy to show off either his mental capabilities or his gymnastic talent. He tends to stick close to Ty. Kahoda has dark brown curly/frizzy hair that tangles easily, which annoys him a lot, and hazel eyes. He wears glasses with red frames. May have a younger brother based off Sir Hiss from Robin Hood.

Bugsy Sackville-Baggins - A first year Ignihyde student based off Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas. He's introverted as many Ignihyde students tend to be, but is playful and likes to scare others on purpose. Very quiet and very good at sneaking up on others. Comes from a wealthy family, his father owns a chain of casinos. Also has three younger sibs based on the henchmen. A good cook and a little shit. Has curly green hair, shaved on one side. He's in the board game club.

Jonathan Softsword - A third year Scarabia student based off Prince John from Robin Hood. Jonathan is a whiny brat with mummy issues. He acts way younger than he is and clings to others. He's somewhat desperate for attention and positive affirmation from others. He is a prince somewhere and like Leona has a bitter relationship with his elder brother. Jonathan is a lion beast man with long ginger hair and hazel eyes.

Ty Sundar - A third year Savanaclaw student based off Shere Khan from The Jungle Book. He is a polite young man who cuts an imposing and intimidating figure. He has a great deal of pride and self confidence, and can be quite stubborn. Mans has short, black hair, amber eyes, is tall and athletic and wears an orange turban or headscarf. He is in the track club.

Ned Switt - A third year Diasomnia student based off Randall Boggs from Monsters' Inc. Ned is highly competitive and ambitious, a sneaky little fucker and almost certainly also little shit material. He's a fae lad with purple hair, green eyes, purple and blue scales in a pretty pattern across his skin and also he wears purple glasses. Also pointy razor teeth. was I lazy with his name and just gave him Randall's beta names? Absolutely.

George Roy Trotach - A second year Scarabia student based off Hans from Frozen. George is a quiet and lonely individual, having spent much of his childhood and formative years neglected and ignored, he tries to be independent, determined to survive in this shitty world. He can't stand bright sunshiny people and sure as sugar ain't here to make friends. He's got short brown hair and blue eyes. He's in the equestrian club.

Chester Van Trout - A second year Octavinelle student based off Captain Gantu from Lilo & Stitch. He's easily irritated, hard working but impulsive, happy to use brute force when he sees fit. He is a whale or shark merman, large and muscular with dark blue-grey hair, purple eyes and razor sharky teeth. Also braces. He's in the science club.

Brian Vinewood - A third year Savanaclaw student based off Clayton from Tarzan. Brian is very loud, brash and impatient, and has an interest in hunting, similar to Rook in that 'what a lovely fur coat you would make' way. would turn Brutus into a coat for sure if given half a chance. Has messy blond-brown hair. Is in the spelldrive club.

Cuddy Weathers - A third year Heartslabyul student based off Dawn Bellwether from Zootopia. Cuddy comes across as a meek neat freak who flits about making sure everything is perfectly in order. He has a keen interest in politics. He has curly platinum blond hair and blue eyes. Looks like the kind of dude who would be at home in RSA, is also a shady asshole. I mean, what politician isn't?

Falcon Yanise - A second year Scarabia student based off Shan Yu from Mulan. Arrogant and confident, respectful of those he recognises as strong or intelligent, and loves birbs. Collects bird related stuff, and if I ever plan out a unique magic for any of these characters, Falcon's is gonna use the idea of Shan Yu being able to look through his falcon's eyes somehow. He has long black hair in a ponytail and dark grey eyes. He's in the equestrian club.

[dejufuniverse]

Geen plek voor de auto in de woonwijk van de toekomst - NEMO Kennislink

[pandabytes]

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[venovenous]

Went on an 8pm post hypersomnia deep dive of my medical records and found the radiology report on my Nemo foot from when I was 7. It's such an odd flex that I'm missing part of my distal bones on my second and third toes and my entire distal bone on my fourth toe. Swagg baby that congenital defect drip. You hoes wish

[rausule]

Quid est poenitentia?

1. Quam generalem appellationem Dominus ad omnes peccatores facit? Deus nunc omni populo ubique annuntiat quod poenitendum sit.

2. Ut quid venit in terram Iesus?

Non veni vocare iustos, sed peccatores ad poenitentiam.

3. Qualis erat praedicationis Iesu sonus?

Exinde coepit Iesus praedicare et dicere: Paenitentiam agite, appropinquavit enim regnum caelorum. Matth. caelum! 18:3.

4. Quomodo describitur poenitentia? Pœnitentiam agite, et ab omnibus iniquitatibus vestris averte: Ezech.

NOTE. Mera affectuum eruptio non est in se digna conversionis nomine, neque simplex sententiarum mutatio. Poenitentia in sensu spirituali per mutationem voluntatis et formationis novae actionis manifestabitur.” Rev.

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5. Cur tam certa et indubitata est nostra desertio peccati ac conversio ad Deum?

Nemo potest duobus dominis servire; aut enim unum odio habebit et alterum amabit, aut uni adhaerebit et alterum contemnet; Non potestis Deo servire et mammonae.

6. Quomodo ergo conversio peccatoris debet esse perfecta? Sed nunc, dicit Dominus, convertimini ad me ex toto corde vestro

Wat Is Bekering?

1. Watter algemene beroep doen die Here op alle sondaars? ..God... verkondig nou aan al die mense oral dat hulle hul moet bekeer." Hand. 17:30.

2. Met watter doel het Jesus na die aarde gekom?

Ek het nie gekom om regverdiges te roep nie, maar sondaars tot bekering." Lukas 5:32.

3. Wat was die grondtoon van Jesus se prediking?

..Van toe af het Jesus begin om te preek en te sê: Bekeer julle, want die koninkryk van die hemele het naby gekom." Matt. 4:17.,,As julle nie verander en soos die kindertjies word nie, sal julle nooit in die koninkryk van die hemele ingaan nie! "Matt. 18:3.

4. Hoe word bekering beskryf? ..Bekeer julle en wend julle af van al julle oortredinge." Eseg. 18:30.

OPMERKING.-n Blote uitbarsting van die emosies is op sigself nie die naam bekering werd nie, en 'n eenvoudige verandering van opinie ook nie. Bekering in 'n geestelike sin sal geopenbaar word deur 'n verandering van die wil en die vorming van 'n nuwe gedragslyn."

..By die bekering is dit nie die spoed waarmee u omdraai nie, maar die rigting waarin u draai.

5. Waarom moet ons versaking van die sonde en ons bekering tot God so bepaald en ondubbelsinnig wees?

Niemand kan twee here dien nie; want of hy sal die een haat en die ander liefhê, of hy sal die een aanhang en die ander verag. Julle kan nie God en Mammon dien nie." Matt, 6:24.

6. Hoe volkome behoort die bekering van 'n sondaar dus te wees? Maar selfs nou nog, spreek die Here, bekeer julle tot My met julle hele hart, en

[pochaunnuswalker]

Ask dumb ass Sherri Walker and lorell Patterson and ezay e he ain't dumb though ask the dead ass candy store lady in Mayfield green and dumb ass uncle Nemo I'll hoe your. Ass again dummy try me kojack aka kunta kinte you better get you dead add mammy and daddy tell these bitches I'll say what the fuck I wanna say and how whoever. Thefuck I wanna. Hoe do something then dummies. The blue house like this painted and designed damn need to the t tell these broke muthaafuckads try me

[madfoolish]

[bluebellhairpin]

i thought you said flirt

hoe

im blonde

im not big but im blonde nemo

why do you think i'm single all i know are cow jokes, bad pickup lines and thats about it

I did say flirt how is calling me a hoe flirting???? If you were a man and called me that I'd have kicked my foot so far up your ass that you could taste the shoe polished in the back of your throat. But you're not, so I'll pet your head and call you cute for trying.

[oh-look-isa-weeb]

hii i hope we can be friends, im a new blog so sorry not alot abt me is on here lol. ur acc is so cute i love c:

aw hiii!! yes of course we can be friends!! i'm a new blog too and i don't have many friends here so this is nice! thank you so much <3

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Nemo on Pink Bubble Anemone

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