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royaltea000 · 6 months ago
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It I may offer yee a verse for the most recent artwork of Gilbert
If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.
— 1 John 4:20
I could not help but be reminded of it, I hope this is not too intrusive of an ask message to send
I’m glad my religion themed artwork gave you such a strong remembrance of scripture I never expected that :D thank you for that!
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minotaurs-my-beloved · 5 months ago
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Not the mermaid anon but I was thinking of a nun encountering an angel, who is not as virtuous as the scriptues say, and the angel convincing the nun that she is going to hell unless she has sex with him.
Jesus Wept.
(or the terrible pun of a title i originally used, The Second Cumming)
What a fun idea anon, it also gives me a reason to be dramatic, sacrilegious, make a terrible pun, and dump a little bit of bible lore thats been ingrained in me
TW: Sacrilege and noncon or dubcon (the demon is pretty coercive and lies about being an angel)
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He'll whisper sweet lies into your ear to try and get you on board, "You are chosen to be Mary. Through you will the second coming of Christ occur as the scriptures foretold all the way back in Genesis. To crush the head of the serpent, don't you remember?"
You call him out on the fact that Jesus already did that in his first coming and he laughs it off, saying, "Oh Ye of little faith, you all have interpreted this wrong. He has yet to fully crush the head, that is why demons and sin still exist. Hence him needing to return a second time, to fully end it."
When you ask why God would make you commit an egregious sin such as sex and not perform a miracle like he did with the virgin Mary, he angrily strikes you down. "God would not want that? You would dare question God's plan? As a mere mortal who cannot even wrap your head around his sheer existence, you defy him? Such hubris, do you want to suffer eternal damnation?"
You quickly try to redeem yourself, the threat of hell absolutely terrifying you and simply say that you do not understand. He just tells you that you do not need to, it is not your place. You try to rationalize all of this, knowing your God would never wish to harm you, this must be the way. I mean, he's an angel, is it really even considered fornication?
So, you agree.
He quickly strips you, his eyes don't look like they used to, now predatory, losing some of the light they used to hold. You just stand there, unsure of what you're meant to do. You're a virgin of course, you had never even kissed someone, and never thought about sex lest you fall into lust. He realizes this and starts telling you what he wants. Ordering for you to get on your hands and knees before him.
He goes behind you and you feel something sliding up and down your pussy, you whimper in fear, not knowing how this will feel, but you push all that to the side because you want to serve your God. He is surprisingly gentle in the beginning, slowly pushing his cock into your cunt, asking if you're okay. But the second he's fully inside, all of that disappears as he drives his cock in deep over and over. He grabs you by the hair, making you look up, "Look at the crucifix, you're worshiping your savior as I speak. Recite the holy prayer for me, c'mon."
He sounds completely different, from a booming, holy voice he now sounds raspy and strange. You try to look back at him, but his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to look ahead. You begin saying the prayer as he commanded you, but it's so hard to think when he's fucking you like this. With each stutter he slaps your ass and you whine, trying your best to remember the entire thing. It gets exponentially harder to do so when something starts pushing against the rim of your asshole.
Before you have time to ask what he's doing, he rams his cock fully inside your tight hole, making you scream. He's now fucking you with two cocks. Why does he have two cocks? (for the second cumming, ikik im so funny) You have completely given up the prayer at this point, and he seems to have too, instead focusing on fucking you.
"I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill and ruin your holes and you're going to fucking take it. Thank your God. Thank him for my cum."
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damnhotmsimmons · 2 years ago
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Episode 7-What Doesn’t Kill Us..
...makes us stronger. Lol, kidding. Though why the hell did they changed the title at the last minute (it was supposed to be Pieces of Me), it’s not giving the show any favors considering how 16x06 end up. Anyway, here are my thoughts for this episode
caution, spoilers below:
so a woman is trapped somewhere
are those air vents?
For a second, I thought that lady was Nicole Kang from Batwoman
There’s another victim somewhere? 
Now I can why this has a horror movie feel to it
wtf?! Bailey reciting the bookend quotes?
Emily looking fine as always
wait, Garcia is gonna confide to Emily about Tyler?
nvm, Bailey interrupted them. Dammit Bailey, why did you had to had to interrupt some meaningful lady bonding?
Bailey being nervous talking to the Attorney General is not what I expect from him after being an Obstructive Bureaucrat
Emily being so done with politics and getting after nearly dying multiple times is hilarious
not to mention her confusion when Bailey admits he’s nervous and not liking these types of meetings
Again, why is it always the men interrupting any lady bonding, why couldn’t JJ be the one to talk to Tara about her and Rebecca. No offense to Rossi, plus we could have gotten Tara and JJ bonding
You’re not an idiot Tara, Rebecca is being stubborn regardless of her reasons
Rossi being a dad and telling Tara to take three days off
Emily being dramatic af and threatening to resign with Bailey (surprisingly) defending her
Not the Attorney General accusing the BAU of being “distracted” by the Sicarius case
wait, so the case in West Virginia isn’t connected to the Sicarius storyline?
lights? What is this, stranger things?
“Help me.” oh shit, and it’s in blood
Rossi being a dad
So Tara is working on a separate case, which has to deal with Moose based on the sneak peek
Rossi being so done with Bailey, and his reaction to Bailey joining him on the team is hilarious
“Thank you for welcoming us.” “I didn’t” I can’t lmfao
Bailey debriefing 
“What Agent Jareau”
Seriously, not the bureau taking away their jet again, they just got it 
Bailey is me in a group project
So we’re back to some domestic!Elias, reminding the viewers that he’s still a family man
“I will literally murder you.” Sydney sweetie, your husband is a literal serial killer
not these flashbacks
wtf?! another vision
Luke’s reaction to Rossi knowing about whips
another Reid reference
Luke knowing his scriptures, and his grandmother being religious
so the victim is an ex-convict
Bailey taking
Emily stopping Garcia and wanting to know about her and Tyler Green
Emily being a mood when she hears about the kiss
New back at the BAU Garcia being more impulsive and committed to pleasure, she couldn’t have done that to Luke?
Emily telling Garcia she gave her a migraine instead of a headache with the kiss imfao
“You have to break it off with him.” Emily being the majority of the fandom
“Unless you have a time machine..” gotta love sassy Emily
Emily being grossed out when Garcia tells her Tyler spent the night at her place even if it’s not sex haha
Doug being very sympathetic in the interview is not what I’d expect
his father being a hippie in the 60s was also interesting
so the blonde lady, Grace, is still alive, so far and is trying to help the other captive lady, Ashley
at the sneak peek
Tara sa
Garcia telling Tara to call Rebecca and apologize. I appreciate Garcia trying to help Tara
Not Garcia hanging up on Tyler after telling Tara to call Rebecca
The BAU and Bailey delivering the profiler to local police and the campus 
this headmaster being an ass
so Grace has been there for a while
Not another Elias vision, where he kills his family (again)
no, don’t hurt Grace, and Ashley
Tara interviewing Tawny, surprised she didn’t suspect Elias yet. I loved how she called Tara out for being distracted while praying
oh no, not Sydney confronting Elias outside and at night 
Sydney has a rough childhood?
What does Sydney know about Elias?
Shit shit shit, Elias almost tried to kill his own wife till he learns that she knows he got fired
no, please don’t die Grace
Bailey not in a suit makes him look like a suburban dad with that shirt
So it’s the first time seeing him in the field
Bailey’s dad seems like a much bigger asshole than him
of course Emily would tell Rossi and Rossi seems more delighted to be disappointed in Bailey. Matt, Luke, Reid and Morgan are his favorite “sons”
“Come and get it motherfucker.” Get it Ashley, justice for Grace
oh shit, Grace is alive (barely)
Emily and Bailey going in to save the girls
I got anxiety seeing Ashley struggling to find the right key
Thank god she escaped, moreso that she found Emily and Bailey in time
Them inside the building feels like a horror movie
I wished Emily didn’t go alone to stop the unsub
Never thought I’d be relieved to see Bailey there and stop the unsub
Bailey being shaken after seeing blood in his hands
Elias is losing his family, it was inevitable but it’s a pain to watch
I still want to give Tara a hug
Aww, Will waiting for JJ by the elevator
“adult supper” willifer having date night
Tara watching JJ and Will having a moment, my heart. She’s thinking about Rebecca and wished it was them
Tara and Rebecca deserved to go on a date night, fuck you cm writers
Poor Emily, the attorney general closed the Sicarius case
ugh, Tyler at Garcia’s apartment. Also, the messy hair looks bearable than the slicked back hairstyle he got
oh no no no no no, please are they about to-
Emily is somewhere losing her shit and having two migraines again
It should have been Luke, this is bullshit
So Rossi found Elias in the cctv footage, while Elias is trying to hide and bury more evidence
I swear if this sets up a final confrontation between Rossi and Elias, I don’t want it, Garcia should do that
I had to be informed by @marvelfanlife that there was a post credits scene in this episode. I watched it and....yea, aftermath of the “love scene” *vomits*
I will say that while I still don’t like Greencia, the post credits scene was undeniably hilarious. “Redecorating” my ass. Garcia’s neighbor was funny. Still, it could have been garvez
They fucked on the table? Is Garcia a top? The same table where Luke gave Garcia a kiss on the cheek. Thank god for those books to cover up Tyler
again, does that mean top/dom!Garcia confirmed?
  I wil say that this episode was a slight step up compared to last week’s episode, though I still have some issues with certain stuff like the greencia scenes, the Rebecca drama, and the lack of JJ and Luke in this episode. I don’t know how to feel about Bailey, I guess I hate him less since he does have a conscience, though this doesn’t erase all the terrible things he said to Emily and I wished she doesn’t forgive him so easily. At least this episode has some more good moments to balance out the bad stuff (like the greencia scenes). I was relieved to see some female interactions after having so little in the past. Seeing how Aisha directed this episode also explains the slight improvement this episode had. It’s not perfect but I’m more likely to rewatch this episode more than 16x06
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mightyaphrodytee · 6 months ago
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MY FIRST VISIT TO FLORIDA, January 1995, Palm Beach
Dad’s funeral, the whirlwind of seeing Rachel and Keelan for the first time in 12 years, absorbing the loss even as I felt no true grief for the man, only grief for a wound that would now never be healed, grief that my daughter lost a POTENTIAL actual grandfather—the last she had, staying in THAT HOUSE/MANSION IN PALM SPRINGS, Boz being shattered, Karina and Dorothy and Walter and their grief, the Ireland of it all being SO HEAVY, how warm and sunny it was even in late January, the High Catholicism funeral in the cathedral complete with incense and me (ME!) being asked to do a READING of some selected…scripture?—must’ve been, I can’t remember because honestly, it was all too much. Two days. Not enough yet too much all at once.
Yes I’m haunted but I’m feeling just fine
FLORIDA!!!
SECOND VISIT TO FLORIDA: April 1997, Orlando
With James, to Disney World and Universal Studios, Clay has a condo for us, surprise! Clay’s already there! I’ll pay for all the admission to everywhere if you just pay for your flight, DEAL!, being dependent on a cane, in constant pain while weight-bearing but my dr had not yet figured out what it was, seeing Rachel again under much better circumstances, light recreational drug use while partying with James and Clay and Rachel on whatever island that was, late at night, everybody drunk, we were drunk, Rachel and Clay hitting it off and dancing with a hundred other people VERY SUGGESTIVELY, and James’s subsequent meltdown over Clay wanting to be somehow sexual with A WOMAN and he’s a whore and on and on and then the next day sober acting like it never happened because nothing whatsoever happened between Rachel and Clay omg, going on all the rides before everybody else, no standing in line, because I was LITERALLY CANE DEPENDENT, the sensory overload, it was all 100% amazing and I was very sad to leave.
This was the first significant amount of time I got to hang with Rachel, and I fell in love. Sisters!
I have some regrets
I’ll bury them in
FLORIDA!!!
THIRD VISIT TO FLORIDA: November 1999, Palm Beach, Rachel’s wedding
Drunk, emotional, fabulous experience that felt like living through a hurricane. Of feelings! The Palm Beach Hotel, the spa at the PGA Gardens, the last day brunch on the beach when it was cloudy and drizzly and windy, the rehearsal dinner at that dope restaurant on Worth Avenue, the party at the Phippsberger’s with Inigo spraying tequila into my open mouth with a spray bottle and drunk driving golf carts around the estate, Boz in a cow suit (!!!), talking to Walter and getting some details about Dad’s childhood, feeling very Irish, very Butler heavy, Marie getting so hammered she fell down on the pavement (which, boy do I retroactively empathize with how bad that must’ve hurt), that chat with Jeannie about Dad omg, Miranda’s blossoming beauty that was definitely attractive to boys, the fun she had being a bridesmaid, her and Blanaid’s instant connection, that awful Patrick, getting high with Keelan at the reception in the tall hedges in front of Dad’s memorial tree, that friend of Dad’s who sat at our table and upon learning who I was, informed me that my father hadn’t been married prior to his marriage to Rachel’s mom, with such audacity and authority, my polite yet forceful recitation of the fact that I was, in fact, Jim’s oldest biological DAUGHTER and oh btw this girl next to me is his ONLY GRANDCHILD SO FAR, and him taking a moment to process, then saying ohhhhh, New York. Yeah, asshole, I thought. NEW YORK. After that he realized who we were, asked about Jay, and kissed our asses for hours. Hilarious. A fever dream. Joy and sorrow and gratitude and love all in one chaotic three-day weekend.
It’s one hell of a drug
FLORIDA!!!
FOURTH VISIT TO FLORIDA: March 2001, Daytona Bike Week
Wild veer between severely traumatic and utterly blissful. Met Lisa <3 Day. Loved her. Fran and Ron ditto. The other Ron, the one who gave us his cat before he retired. Waking and baking (except my husband.) Copious quantities of alcohol. Too much alcohol, as it turned out. The 10 pills, the hate in my heart for my husband, the ambulance, the ER, the coldness he displayed towards me for the rest of the trip despite knowing HE was the reason I kinda wanted to die and which he continued for a few days after we got home, as per usual. Passive-aggressive fuckery. One hell of a drug, charcoal is.
Tell me I’m despicable
Say it’s unforgivable
FLORIDA!!!
FIFTH VISIT TO FLORIDA: the very next month, April 2001
Orlando, West Palm, Palm Beach, Cocoa Beach, Julie and Sharon and Lisa Day (again!), in Cocoa Beach when the weather was so bad the wind was whipping the sand straight into our FACES, rendering sitting on the beach impossible (we joked it was free microdermabrasion to make us feel better that the one day we had all together was under such shitty weather), getting drunk instead and ordering takeout from Denny’s the next morning, hungover as fuck, Rachel and baby Liam, her husband basically ripping me off for $50 by taking my money to go get me weed, never to be heard from again), getting cafe con leches and Cuban sandwiches with Keelan, madness, escapism, all manner of substance abuse (just weed and alcohol, but some of the drinks and liquor store runs produced some increasingly complex cocktails), desperately delaying my return to real life, which was circling the drain back home, the dread was a physical thing I felt every single minute, but thankfully cell phones were limited, we didn’t have any, but still…and yet. Control was exerted and I submitted and went home strictly because I love my daughter.
So you pack your life away
Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas
FLORIDA!!!
And I’ve never been back. It all seems like a fever dream of colors and heightened emotions and hotel rooms and mansions and a hurricane with my name and me and my ghosts and laying to rest all the bodies that had been on my body and barricading myself in the bathroom with a bottle of wine, check, check, check.
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lordhelpme0-0 · 2 years ago
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Pregnancy and Period machines
Me: so Uhm……
Yuu: we’re waiting.
MC (OM): yep. *waddle over cause sheep*
Me: okay…so long story short. I dared them that they can’t last a whole pregnancy and horrible period cramps…
Mitsuki: and?
Yuu: now I install the one who think they can and one who think they deserve pain. So now, they’re all screaming.
Mai:
Mai: why?
MC: arrogance.
Emma:
Emma: Valid, turn it up one level will you?
Me: you guys aren’t mad?
Yuu: call it revenge. I still pissy at them for the stress. Is Crowley doing it too?
Me: ..yes..?
Yuu: turn it up all the way.
Me:
Me: valid. Aight.
Meanwhile
Arthur: OH BLOODY MURDER ON WINSTON CHURCHILL CIGARS!!!
Isaac: *holding both Arthur and Dazai hands* how much longer?
Me: uhhh……3 more hours? We’re halfway through though.
Vincent: it’s okay broer, just push. *tending to a screaming Theo*
Sariel: …more water?
Clavis: YESS DAMMIT!! GAAAAGGGHHHHH!!
Chevalier: this is idiotic. *holding Nokto and Clavis hands*
Me: might as well practice holding the hand of extreme strength when your beloved queen give birth.
Chevalier:
Yves: push! Just push!! *tending to Jin, Leon, and Licht*
Jin: FACK! THIS FOOKIN HURTS!!!
Me: lol
Lucifer: out of all things. Why?
Mammon: SHUT UP LUCIFER!! JUST COMFORT- AHHHHHH!!!
Solomon: HOLD ME TIGHTER SIMEON!!!
Simeon: I am..???
Satan: pfft-!
Napoleon: just breath Jean! Just breath!
Jean: hgghnnh!!!
Mozart: *stuck holding his hands* …why???
Hideyoshi: *tending to the daredevils and Nobunaga*
Leyasu: *not amused at patting cold cloth on Masamune*
Keiji: HOLY-! THAT HURTS!! MY STOMACHE!!!
Yukimura: M’lord?!
Shingan: must..PUSH!
Kenshin: *regretting every choice he made* too…much..hgnnnh!!
Kennyo: *reciting scripture as Kicho stuck on holding both Motonori and his hands*
Kicho:
Kanetsugu: I got water m’lord!!
Me: ah yes…
Crowley: *screeching*
Leona: *regretting* SHI-! THAT HURTS!!!
Malleus: *silently suffering*
Lilia: Fufufu~!
Ace: THIS HURTS! IY HURTS! TURN IT OFF! OFF!!!
Riddle:
Deuce: *screeching 2*
Kalim: water! Water!!!!
Jamil: *sighs* here.
Azul: I REGRET THIS!!!
Floyd: TURN IT OFFF!!!!! I SWEAR ILL SQUEEZE YOU!! *unholy screeching*
Jade: *smiles silently*
Idia: *looking at the screaming men while watching the monitors as the *doctor**
Ortho: *casually scanning them for any health needs*
Rook: *enjoying as he tends to Vil*
Epel: *more intrigue on watching Ace and Deuce suffer*
Grim is nowhere, hiding so he won’t be next*
Crewel: *holding Crowley hands with a scowl*
Trein: *helping out cause man had help his wife pregnancy giving birth before*
Vargus: *not found*
Me: anyway…they told me to turn it up one more level so bear with me. Crowley…your gonna have a painful all levels lmao!
Everyone *beside the people not doing it*: WHAAT!!!
Crowley: NOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!
Me: music to my ears. Lol
Comte: *sighs*
They learn their lesson after that. The one who didn’t do the pregnancy one is now forced to period cramps low to extreme|:
Comte: *on the ground, curling up*
Leonardo: *dead*
Theo: *feeding Vincent sweets and water*
Vincent: *crying while smiling silently*
William: *crying on Vlad who is eating a lot of sweets strawberries and warm milk*
Riddle: *having a heating pad as a jacket*
Lucifer: how much longer?!
Me: ..2 hours.
Napoleon: I have whole much respect now…how do you deal with this??? *wincing as he walks with a tampon in his ass*
Me: meds, experience, practice, and also! Years of silent suffering. I told you to get a pad.
Napoleon:
Chevalier: I feel bloated…I can’t do anything without curling over.
Yves: *crying on Leon shoulder who is passed out from staying awake from the pain*
Leon: —(X-X)—
Jin: *rubbing Luke shoulder* more honey.
Luke: Yes. *death glare*
Jin: …
Jake: *exercising*
Trein: *holding Lucius tighter*
Basically just chaos:
Me: ah yes…music 030)
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autistic-fool-with-ideas · 2 months ago
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I am obsessed with this book’s world building actually this is so cool. The vampire interpretation??? Red Right Hand??? This sounds literally so cool I am so invested
Also mr. Bliss is a stupidly unnerving name I hate it (positive)
The next few things I can think of for Wukong timeline wise are:
He gets freed from the mountain he was trapped by thanks to this monk (Tripitaka). HOWEVER he also ends up with this fuck ass circlet on his head that when the sutra attached is recited, it digs into his literal skull and gives him the worst migraine imaginable. This was to ensure Tripitaka’s safety because the celestial realm (someone from there basically sent him to deliver scriptures from the Buddha and they set Wukong up to be a guardian for him) is well aware of his bullshit
He does a couple things that are in the book but debatably canon to the show. One thing that IS canon to the show that just straight up never happened in the book is that Wukong helps save the world from this one demon, Lady Bone Demon. We don’t know how far she got in her plan but we know she managed to attack the entire celestial realm before she was imprisoned by Tripitaka until she got better (which was never)
He accidentally gets one of his new buddies effectively cursed with a fire that can harm even him (he has six immortalities on his belt atp), we don’t know HOW he dealt with that but we know he felt bad
Skip a couple chapters, Wukong meets his best friend Macaque again after 500 years!!! Yippee!!
Everything goes wrong and Wukong murders Macaque. Puts his staff through Macaque’s right eye
Another bunch of chapters later, he meets his other pals from the brotherhood (not DBK, that’s next point), Peng, Azure, and Yellow Tusk. Once again, we have no idea what happened but we do know that Wukong sealed those three into the scroll of memories (a scroll made by the ten kings of the underworld, meant to force anyone sealed into it to repeat their entire life over and over)
Then skip to post book, or at least presumably post book, DBK goes on a rampage for some reason. We once again do NOT know why (this show loves its unreliable narration). We do get to see their fight tho, and it ends with Wukong sealing DBK underneath a mountain and then disappearing for the next sixteen centuries
After that all, the show begins actually
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akitohsworld · 4 years ago
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Disclaimer: Thank you for all the love on my last smut fic. But well, since I want to commit, Imma give you another for this new year. I crave a more dominantly portrayed Simeon (I'm a switch, I have my craves ok) because I think he be the most shady of them all. I still need to accustom myself to writing these and get better, so extremely kinky shit will have to wait, but I did my best with this one as I vow to always do :D
Happy New Year everyone ❤️🌚👉👉
Warnings: NSFW, smut, light BDSM (collar etc.), fetishizing religion (Christianity), mentions of edging
Divinely Demonic (Simeon X GN!Reader)
"Take these off for me, would you?", his voice sounded innocent, but his eyes had this sadistic subtext to them. Taken aback, you reached for one of his arms, to take off his glove.
"Ah, (y/N)", you stopped, "I'd prefer you use your mouth."
An innocent smile tugged at the angel's lips. You huffed silently.
So this is how he wanted to play it?
Being in a relationship with Simeon for some time now, you could definitely say that he was all parts of a perfect lover and more. He was kind, caring and he conformed to your wishes as much as he could. For him bringing you happiness was his greatest joy and, if he was being honest, he never thought that he would feel that way about anyone. With different parts of your relationship, came different and new things to try and experience together, and so it had been a bit awkward to open up about kinks and fantasies at first. Especially, since Simeon was an angel and you didn't know where you had to draw the line. But, like everything in a good relationship, communication and an honest approach was key to fulfilling both of your desires, and indulging in this angel's fantasies in particular had you blushing and squirming in all the right ways.
You couldn't lie, the idea of Simeon's perfect, angelic, kind mask crumbling off to make space for that beautiful sadistic nature of his, sprinkled with raw un-honeyed disdain, made you quiver in excitement.
You provocatively shifted on the bed, hand grazing his arm as you took yours back to lean into for support. A shimmer glistened ever so slightly in Simeon's blue eyes when he grazed his gloved thumb over your bottom lip.
Your eyes trained on his as your lips parted, sensually engulfing his thumb, careful not to bite down on his finger. Teeth biting at the thin cloth, then pulling at it cautiously. Doing the same with his other glove afterwards. But this time, you made it a point to kiss his fingers, before taking them into your mouth, eyes trained on his. Simeon's breath hitched.
"(y/N)..", your hand traced his abdomen lightly, before suddenly sliding it into his pants, making him hiss as you palmed his already erect cock, proceeding to apply pressure to it deliciously slow.
You weren't going down without a fight. Not that it mattered, top or bottom, both was very enjoyable. But who could decline a bit more spice?
Your lips found his in an attempt to distract him from your other free hand, already pulling down the zipper as you felt him sigh into your mouth. Your fingers traced his slit just how he liked it, and he must admit, he was this close to let you just service him right then and there. Much to your dismay though, the angel smiled against the kiss. Indulging you, feeling you up himself as his tongue devoured your mouth, hands uncharacteristically squeezing your ass. He moaned.
"(y/N)"
You hummed against his lips.
The angel's hands were causing a tingling sensation on your skin as they traveled up your sides and a pleased sigh escaped your mouth.
"(y/N)."
He grabbed you by your chin and you could feel the excitement burning into your core at the change of tone in his voice. Innocence long forgotten. Simeon's eyes were dark with lust and-
"Ahh.. Where's your patience, little lamb?"
-you swore you saw a sadistic shimmer in them.
He chuckled, shaking his head in a pseudo-disappointed manner, pulling down your pants swiftly. You let out a surprised gasp as he pushed you on the bed.
"Sim- hah", his fingers traced your clothed sex, already wet with your fluids. He applied pressure to it, fingers trailing its features in a teasing build up, earning a gasp from your lips. Your inner walls clenched around something that wasn't there and you felt your core aching for his touch. Your body started squirming as you desperately tried to hold back your voice, while Simeon rubbed the spots that made you whine and hold onto him with need. When his slender fingers finally proceeded to enter you, moans and gasps followed as they signaled your growing impatience.
He slid down between your legs nerve-wrackingly slow, planting lingering kisses on your chest, abdomen and between your thighs, while your undergarments were tossed aside in a swift motion.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"
His breath tickled on your skin as you felt his eyes bore into your soul. You said nothing and just looked at him tauntingly, a façade. In reality you wanted nothing else for him than to ruin you.
A smirk formed on his lips for a split second. Simeon's expression was no longer restrained, but clearly amused. Without warning his mouth enveloped your sex, tongue sliding around what made your hole clench and shiver. .
God, you wanted to touch him so badly.
"Simeon please- haah...nnh-", you felt a coil in your stomach tighten with each suck, each lick and stroke of his tongue against your sensitive spots. He groaned against your sex, sending vibrations through the sensitive nerves. You were so close, so so close-
"Fuck- Simeon-.."
He moved away.
You let out a very frustrated groan.
"No... Why?-"
"You didn't answer my question, little lamb."
He was mocking you.
"I-..", your fingers clenched at the sheets, "I forgot what you asked..."
Simeon sighed, seemingly disappointed.
"Oh no. That won't do", his gaze sent shivers down your spine, "That won't do at all."
He stood up, getting something from his nightstand.
A collar with a chain, and a Bible.
Your eyes widened. His cape slid down to the floor with a quiet thud.
"Now, now", the angel, still fully clothed hovered over you, "like we practiced."
The collar found your neck tilting it upwards as he gave the chain a light tug. He then proceeded to place the now open Bible next to your head.
"What do you say? Shall I forgive you?"
You breathed in sharply. Your mind was in shambles from all the teasing. And normally you hung onto Simeon's lips whenever he quoted the scriptures during sex because it was just so hot to you. But that didn't mean that you knew everything by heart. The Bible, tauntingly placed beside your head, was not an option. It was just there to test you and you knew that .
Your nose scrunched a bit as you tried to remember.
"M-Matthew 14 to s-"
SMACK.
His hand slapped your thigh.
You bit back a moan.
The numbers always messed you up, it was hard to remember them.
It didn't help that his fingers prodded your entrance before provocatively taking his cock out of the restraints of his clothes, rubbing it against your sex. Your hips ground up for more friction.
He just send you a teasing smile, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You were saying?"
You knew the answer was there, right beside your head, but no, no Simeon didn't like brats. Well maybe he did, but he didn't take too kindly to them. And today you were just not patient enough for hours of edging.
You felt his soft, warm hands rubbing at your thighs, spreading them slowly to see you better.
You were so lovely to him. Already so needy and throbbing. But that didn't mean he was going to let you off easy. A light tug on your collar told you he expected an answer.
"M-Matthew..... 6: 14 to 16, says ahh..", his fingers spread out your entrance, "F-for if you forgive them-"
He tugged at the chain, harshly.
"Guh- oth- other people when they do-"
Slowly he entered you, feeling your walls clench and sucking him in. A loud moan leaving your mouth. More, faster, deeper, is all you could think about as your legs attempted to draw him closer. Simeon groaned, brows furrowed as he indulged in the feeling of your aching entrance around him. "If you mnh do well" , he pounded into you once, hard, a guttural moan escaping you, " I'll let you cum, okay?"
That was not a question.
You nodded aggravatingly.
He then started to move at a steady, but rough pace.
"Mnh- hah siinn against you, ngh- your heavenly F-father will also...", your eyes traced down Simeon's beautiful features, " forgive you.  But if you don't-"
Another harsh tug at the collar took your breath away, followed by a particular hard thrust against your hips. You felt the coil tightening inside your stomach again, trying very hard to bite back your moans and do as you're told. Just concentrate, concentrate but... You were captivated by his flushed cheeks, his skin glistening with sweat and his eyes dripping with lust.
Good God, he was so pretty.
"Mnh Do not forgive others", your gaze lingers at his crotch, shamelessly and hungrily, " their... Uh their-"
Your vision was beginning to blur, he was hitting all the right spots. As such, it was beginning to feel harder and harder to recite in a comprehensive way. Every sound coming out of your throat threating to be a moan, rather than a word. Although, that's just what Simeon wanted. He loved to see you melt away under his touch, struggling to be good for him. It was the most delicious thing, seeing you squirm under him, trying so hard to make him proud and praise you.
The wet sounds his thrusts were making echoed througout the room, ragged breaths and low moans the only thing reaching your ears.
"Ahgh-", a cut out moan escaped your throat as he tugged on the chain once again, this time with more force.
"Are you mn..distracted, little lamb?", his voice brushed your ears like feathers as your gaze shifted up to his eyes again. He slowed down his pace teasingly, making you whine. "Done already?"
You shook your head. You wanted nothing more than to make him fuck you into oblivion at this point.
"Then continue. Unless", he lowered himself onto you, lips brushing yours, "you want to be punished?" your thighs clenched at his hips involuntarily.
"Their...", you furrowed your brows in concentration, hands clenching the sheets, "sins, your Fa-"
He pounded into you harder.
"Hahh- fuck-", a harsh tug on your collar took your breath away once again, but he wasn't slowing down. On the contrary.
"hah..Continue", his lips curled into a full blown sadistic smirk. His face darkened by shadow from the light hitting him from behind made him look so divine yet so demonic, eyes shimmering like sapphires drenched in blood.
Simeon himself was getting slightly impatient, what you did to him, he never experienced before. Your walls kept sucking him in, trying to keep him there in a delicious tide, as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Your moans and prayers tugging at his own restraints, when your body reacted to him in all the right ways.
You wanted to touch him. You needed to touch him. With pleading eyes and furrowed brows you tried to concentrate one last time. Gaze fixed on him, as you recited the last part.
"Yo-hah-your", he hit a particular spot with force, your back arched and made you almost shout the rest, "F-faather- aahhn- will not forgive yoUR SINS!!"
Simeon's smile widened while cupping your cheek.
"Such a good little lamb.", you felt his fingers tracing your sex again with urgency, while he hovered over you, letting go of the chain and pressing his forehead to yours lovingly. He bit his lip, muffling his ragged breaths and moans that dared to escape him each time his hips slammed into yours.
Finally, your hands buried into his locks, kissing him passionately as you drowned out your moans in each others mouths. Tongues intertwining as if you tried to suck out your souls, claiming each other.
"(y/N)", you parted, hooded eyes staring back at you, while both of you let the pleasure take over. Simeon's hips crashed into yours with more vigor every time, hitting that one spot that made your back arch and your walls clench deliciously around his aching cock. It was all so much. Your hands found their way under his shirt, clawing at his sensitive back. Your legs pulled him even closer towards you, flexing with each thrust. He felt his member dragging along your walls as if you were trying to milk him dry, your body trying to devour everything he was giving you and more.
"Hng Simeon"
His hand movements sped up together with his pace. The coil was tightening and tightening. He was close. And so were you.
The slapping sound of flesh against flesh mixed and matched the groans and pants of this ravaging play of pleasure. You were clenching him so forcefully now, every movement, every twitch of his cock mirrored in moisture of your hole. Bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Hah- mn- Simeon please, please, please-", your fingers were clawing at the angel's back so much, your knuckles turned white. With powerful thrusts dragging along your walls and his fingers moving over just the right spots a loud guttural moan accompanied your spasming walls , covering him in your juices as you were driven over the edge. He moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the feeling of your orgasm bringing about his own while he bit down on your neck in an attempt to deal with all the pleasure he was feeling. His wings had sprung out and his body was shaking wildly. As you rode out your high, you held him close, his moans still spilling out of his mouth.
He rocked his cock in and out of you in a slower more sloppy pace as his arms held your head, pressing his face into your neck, while your hands gently graced through his locks and then found his wings, causing him to shiver and groan, hands clawing into your shoulders.
With time you had come to understand that angels experienced orgasms way longer and were highly sensitive and vulnerable in those moments.
"It's okay...", you panted and lovingly kissed his head, "I'm here.. it's okay.. you did amazing."
A low chuckle errupted against your neck.
"I- ahh.. should be saying that...", he turned his head to face you, eyes full of love and adoration, "You did ama-nnh-zing, little lamb.."
Now it was your turn to chuckle.
"Let's take a bath later, shall we?"
He hummed quietly and nuzzled into your neck again.
"Yeah.. let's do that"
In moments like these, you don't need to say it, to get it across. Because you share it and you feel that.
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xplrvibes · 3 years ago
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Imagine living or going for a walk at night in those woods since many do have cabins and property there, and seeing a tent with 4 grown men screaming their asses off lmao.
My issue with them or should i say Sam is that he is so quick to judge EVERYONE but never himself. He’s judged Jennifer, her friend, mediums, friends, COLBY. Yet the one person convincing them she can run after a demon and scare it away in one video and then telling them to recite a biblical scripture the next video to rid of it, he believes. Its hard not to see his way as someone who is only interested in dramatics and views because honestly he comes off very skeptical still. You have Colby shaking,pale at the face, clawing at his arm and Sam thinks hes fucking with him yet he went into a full trance in the UK vid.
This is why i loves KNJ calling them out, yes Kian came for Colby in their first collab and that was hard to watch but even after ALL of that here comes Sam with the ouija board and JC calling him dramatic while Kian later said he thought Sam was possessed.
I just really want to hear from the poor people in the neighborhood who were just out walking their dogs on a foggy night and were hearing these 4 men screaming about babies in trees and running around in literal circles aimlessly all night.
They're lucky nobody called the cops on them, lmao.
Interesting that you should bring the judging thing up, because I was just thinking about a long forgotten plot point in the New York Times Best Selling Book "Paradise Island." Maybe you've heard of it (Sam and Colby have never heard of it, lol).
Anyway, there are several points in the book where snc (and i say snc because i truly dont recall if it was just Sam, or Sam and Colby in equal measure who was doing this in the book) are hardcore judging someone, only to immediately declare in the very next breath that they aren't ones to judge.
I remember this coming up on here at the time the book was released, and some of us being like, "Why were they written to be such judgy little fellas?"
Having rewatched this, I'm wondering if their ghostwriter didn't watch some of their videos to get their personalities down before writing that story, lol.
Now, we all have our judgy moments, and anyone who says they don't is lying (hell, I'm judging them right now lmao), but don't be getting all judgemental on someone in one breath, and then claiming you aren't judging in the next. That's just counterproductive.
The Amanda thing really does stem from the fans reaction to her...because if you watch both S and C in the Lizzie Borden video, there are a few points where they look at her and each other like they are just not buying what she's selling. They admitted she was supposed to be a one-off guest star, but her popularity with (some of) the fans is what made them decide to ask her back time and time again.
Now, they may have gone through enough with her at this point that they've decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, or they may be playing it up for views and dramatics (or both), who knows. But her continued appearance in their videos is 100% because of the fans' response to her.
I don't know why Sam's knee jerk reaction is to not believe Colby when he says he felt, saw, or experienced something (especially when he's clearly in distress about it)- but if Sam doesn't even feel like he can fully trust Colby, that's sad for him. Truly.
Also, the knj thing- I hated that video lol. All that yelling over a knock on a creaky old ship? And they're getting in Colby's face and he's practically in tears because who wants the people you looked up to as a child to be accusing you of things on camera- and then in comes fucking Sam with all his audacity and his stupid ouija board idea lol.
But yeah, good for knj for standing up to them (Sam, mostly) on that one.
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imagine-darksiders · 6 years ago
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How do you think the four horsemen, Azrael, and 3 other characters of your choice (or more if you’d like!), would react to a human reciting some raw ass lines quoted from memes? I’m talking things like “one day you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe and you will have to justify the space you have filled” or “impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end”. Would any of them know the true origin?
Fury: After she’d been particularly unkind about a fellow human, you mouthed off to the horseman, prompting her to scowl at you and vehemently hiss, “I beg your pardon?” 
She should have known by the gleeful, bordering-on-wicked smile that parts your lips that she’d said the wrong thing. 
Eyes shining with a wild sort of malice, you stare her dead in the face and whisper, “Then beg.” 
Those two words, in that tone, haunt her for several days following and she starts to think that maybe humans aren’t the timid, mindless primates she’d initially taken them for. 
Death: He just doesn’t know what to think anymore. 
Death sits quietly on an uprooted tree trunk and stares off into the distance at nothing, chin resting on his thumbs and fingertips pressed to his lips whilst you sleep nearby. He’d only known you for a week, and in that time, he thought he had you figured out. 
You liked to joke around, have a laugh. Sure, sometimes you’d get serious, but just an hour ago, the conversation had turned to the topic of the Creator. 
After a moment, you became pensive, frowned gently at the hands in your lap and muttered, “to become God is the loneliest achievement of them all,” which would have been eerie in itself had you not also burst out laughing immediately afterwards. 
It was so profound, so out of the blue and thought-provoking, it left the mighty nephilim reeling. 
War: You had travelled to the Ash Lands, only to find yourselves trapped inside an enormous arena, surrounded by a plethora of roaring demons, each calling for your demise. 
“Kill the human!” they cheer down to the phantom guards that slowly advance on you and War. The horseman attempts to crowd you behind his impressive bulk, putting himself between you and the murderous demons but all of a sudden, you duck under his arm and dart out in front of him, throwing your arms out wide in a display of utter fearlessness. 
“DO I LOOK LIKE THE KIND OF HUMAN WHO DIES!?” you roar, spittle flying from your tongue. 
Just like that, the demons stop dead in their tracks, caught off guard by such a brazen statement. 
Several of them even glance at War, perhaps hoping to glean a wordless answer from your companion, though he’s too busy giving you a look reminiscent of a man who’s been handed a grenade only to realise that he can’t remember whether he’s supposed to count to three or five. 
Strife: You were just about to sneak our of the maker tree to go on a supply run when you found your attempt promptly thwarted by Jones. His strong hand grabs your wrist, worry in his eyes and tone as he hissed, “Where do you think you’re going!?” 
“Um...Out?” 
“But it’s the middle of the night!” he protests, “You’ll be killed!”
Your smile never wavers although your eyes grow round and eager, drawing the attention of several other humans in the vicinity. In a voice low enough to rival the soft murmur of lava flowing nearby, you rumble, “If I do die, bury me shallow. I’ll be back.” 
Jone’s hand goes slack, his jaw popping open and he’s about to respond when the surrounding humans begin to chuckle. 
Bewildered, the man in disguise whips around to gape at them incredulously, giving you the opportunity to slip away and leave him behind to frenetically ask the others what in the nine layers of Hell you’d meant by that!
Azrael: Just before you leave with War to face the Destroyer, Azrael calls out to you, the pinch of his brow setting the tone for what he’s about to say. 
“Before you go, I must tell you something -” His extensive wings flap slowly, bringing him several steps closer. “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I’ve done. If I cannot apologise to humanity, then I can at least apologise to you...I am... so sorry, my dear.” 
You’re silent for a time, turning to face the angel and pressing your lips together in thought before a response comes to you. “I think an apology is a bit redundant at this point, don’t you?” 
He blinks, inextricably trapped in the sudden, fervid stare that you send his way. Without waiting for his response, you draw yourself up and jut out your chin. “One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.” 
And without another word, you turn on your heel to face the horseman so Azrael misses the way your cheeks puff out with barely contained laughter. You didn’t think for a moment he’d take your message to heart and write entire scriptures on the uncanny levels of self-awareness found in humans.
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urfavmurtad · 6 years ago
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Hi ! I just read through your post about what Islam says about other religions, it was very interesting but I have a question. You said (of Muhammed): "He quotes the “prophecy” predicting himself in the Gospels". What is this prophecy? Thank you in advance!
OK… this is actually a lil embarrassing. Despite the fact that Mohammed repeatedly whined that the Jews and Christians were wrong to reject him because he was predicted by past prophets, he only gave one example of such a prediction. And it’s…. uh… not actually from the Bible. This is from the 61st chapter of the Quran:
Jesus, the son of Mary, said, “O children of Israel, indeed I am the messenger of Allah to you confirming what came before me of the Torah and bringing good tidings of a messenger to come after me, whose name is Ahmad.”
So, look. Mohammed didn’t have a damn clue what the Gospels said, as I’ve already pointed out. He heard a bunch of Gospel-based stories, probably from Arab Christians while trading in the north. Some of those stories were based on the Bible, but others were pulled from what might be gently called Biblical fanfic (later apocryphal texts), and he had no way to distinguish one from the other.
This verse is obviously not from the Bible itself and isn’t found in any of the Bibles that pre-date Islam by centuries. Early Islamic authors nonetheless dug through the Gospels searching for it, usually ending up at a verse in the Gospel of John talking about the Holy Spirit, like this:
“when the Comforter comes, whom I shall send you from the Father, even the Spirit of Truth, who proceeds from the Father, he will bear witness to me”
I mean… this isn’t… the verse in the Quran at all, but they were trying!!!
Mohammed’s biography by Ibn Ishaq, which is one of the oldest surviving Islamic works in existence, says that the word for “comforter” in Syriac Aramaic is the same as muhammad (though the Syriac Bible itself just uses the Greek word). So what the Aramaic-speaking Jesus would have literally said, according to him, is that God would send Mohammed at some point in the future. If true, this would be a pretty good argument! Unfortunately the word he is talking about, menahemana, shares neither a sound, a meaning, nor a root with muhammad (h-m-d). Moreover, the Quranic verse doesn’t say “Mohammed”. It says “Ahmed”. Trying to magically turn menahemana into ahmad was too torturous a task for Islamic scholars to pursue, so they tended to drop that line of argument over time.
Some scholars just ignored the whole “Ahmad” part and said that the “Comforter” refers to Mohammed anyway, because why not. But this was unsatisfactory to other scholars, as “Ahmad” does not mean or resemble the word for comforter in Aramaic, Arabic, Greek, or any other language, so why is it there? The core issue of the Quranic verse remained unresolved. Those scholars needed a new explanation for the verse, and here’s where the handy-dandy concept of scriptural corruption of the “original” Bible comes in. Let me explain.
Mo never said or even implied that the scriptures of Jews and Christians had been corrupted from a lost original–he only accused his contemporary Jews of intentionally “hiding” parts of the Torah out of spite towards him and distorting words out of malevolence. He also whined about them incorporating rabbinical concepts into their religion. But the Torah and Gospels themselves, possessed by those same Jews and Christians, are presented as legitimate texts that were divinely inspired throughout the Quran. It plainly states that people in 7th century Arabia could find him described in the Torah and Gospels that they had access to–he calls himself the prophet “whom they find described in the Torah and the Gospels”. Not “the prophet they could have found described in the Bible if it hadn’t been corrupted by Emperor Constantine or whoever”. He never made any distinction made between this supposed “lost original” and the current Bible. To him, they were the same thing–it was just that Jews/Christians willfully ignored parts of it, intentionally misinterpreted it, and substituted its rulings with those pulled from the midrash and such. There was active corruption of the existing legitimate text.
But Islamic scholars eventually realized that many of the Bible’s stories were drastically different from the Quran’s version of those same stories. Moreover, its theological principles are opposed to Islamic principles. These are not issues that can be waived away by saying “oh, they’re just hiding stuff”. So to explain this problem, they came up with a creative idea that unfortunately has zero basis in the Quran or ahadith. This is the principle of scriptural corruption, called tahrif, of the lost originals. Because the Bible conflicts with the Quran, and the Quran must be correct, the Bible must be wrong, even though according to Islamic theology both the Torah and the Gospels (and the Psalms) were divinely revealed. So the Bible must be wrong because someone in the distant pre-Islamic past corrupted it, either intentionally or unintentionally, from the lost initial “correct” revelations of Jesus/Moses/David.
(Those “correct” revelations are assumed to be lost forever. But these same scholars insist that Mohammed is predicted by various verses of the current “corrupt” Bible. How do they know those verses are real when they say so many other verses are fake? This is something that didn’t strike me as strange growing up, but now looking back it’s very much a “HOL UP…” thing.)
Back to the verse in question. Jesus, according to these Islamic scholars, did say that his successor would be named “Ahmad” (the literal meaning of which is “praiseworthy”, like “Mohammed”). It’s just that this verse was changed, which is why it’s not in the Bible. The corruption came in the process of writing the Gospels in Greek.
The Greek word for comforter used in the Bible is paraclete or parakletos, παράκλητος. But that isn’t what Jesus said, and it wasn’t part of the original Gospel manuscripts, according to these very serious individuals. The original word, they say, was periklytos, περικλυτος, which reflected Jesus’ actual words. This second word means “famed” but could be stretched as “praiseworthy”, like ahmad and muhammad.
This word is not found in any pre- or post-Islamic Bibles, at all (not just in this one verse–the word just wasn’t used in the Bible). So the scholars’ argument seems a bit shaky. But fuck it, what dignity did they have left to lose at this point? Jesus said his successor would be some guy named “praiseworthy”, someone wrote it down properly in Greek, but then someone, somehow, for some reason, changed half the letters and made it mean something else and every copy of the Bible that had the original wording has been lost. Mystery solved, hang it up folks!
Anyway, if I may offer another explanation…
“O children of Israel, indeed I am the messenger of Allah to you confirming what came before me of the Torah and bringing good tidings of a messenger to come after me, whose name is Ahmad.”
I’m sure Mohammed really did hear this, or at least thought he heard it, somewhere. There’s a pretty simple reason for that. Mohammed was not a humble man, but he didn’t use his own name here. He said “whose name is Ahmed”, not “whose name is Mohammed”. (If you’re wondering if that poses any theological questions, the answer is no, because he told his followers that he was also Ahmed in addition to Mohammed. That fixes that problem!) If he were just pulling it out of his ass, he would’ve used his actual name, which would fit better with Ibn Ishaq’s whole menahemana theory anyway.
But he didn’t. So where did the verse come from? It’s possible he just misheard some Biblical verse–or multiple Biblical verses accidentally stuck together, as he was prone to doing, since this exact train of thought isn’t found in any single verse. It’s equally possible that he heard this from someone reciting a non-Biblical story, like the stories he pulled the talking-baby-Jesus, Jesus’-clay-birds, etc tales from. Not all of those sources have survived. And so Islamic scholars may have been searching for an explanation for this verse that no longer exists and was never part of the Bible at all.
Oh Mohammed….
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fearsewn · 6 years ago
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'excuse me, sir,' the young girl says, spanish accent heavy. poor nahia doesn't even fathom the darkness that coils within this man's soul, she's just a teenager in a foreign country, and he is well-dressed and clean. 'may i please borrow your phone? i'm sorry, mine has eh. run out, eh. the battery is gone? i just need to tell my family where i am.' //bonus she's talking about rezo :^)
Candles and stained glass and that bad-breath mothball stale coffee reek of the elderly; just a few things that make Dr. Crane’s skin break out in hives and crawl as though with a thousand fire ants.  Gothic windows and dusty bibles and hymnals, ‘Gimme That Old Time Religion’ and simmering Arlan Sunday mornings framed by Georgian peach trees (Jonathan hates the taste of peaches to this day), itchy juvenile-sized suits with strangling ties and innards lined in skin irritants, wooden paddles to the ass, compulsive recitations of Old Testament scripture, and Southern Baptists aren’t much like Spanish Catholics, it’s true, but the wooden rosary sticking out of the young girl’s backpack extracts all these revolting memories from the psychiatrist’s childhood.  And suddenly the idea of making the girl pay for a most inconvenient post-traumatic flashback is appealing indeed.
Jonathan’s outward demeanor betrays none of this fury.  For a moment of uncomfortable length, the professor in the sweater vest almost looks catatonic: staring at her with icy, impassive blue eyes, and a small greeting-card smile.  
Then he jolts to life, eyebrows shooting high. 
    “Sure,” he grins, with a coy little wrinkle of his nose.  “Why not. My office hours are over. I was just headed over to my other workplace. Dr. Jonathan Crane.”  He offers Nahia a hand to shake.  “Permit me, are you alright? I couldn’t help but notice your accent.  You’re not lost, are you? This is the science quad.  Mostly microbiology, genetics, and biochem classes.”
One potential red flag holds him back, as he hands over his pristine mobile phone.  
   “Are you a student here? I could peek at your schedule and point you the right direction. What was your name, again?”  
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6. Back to Life.
" Morning Cup" Angie smiles.
"Morning love" I smile back, rolling to my side so I face her, eliciting more mewls from the sleeping babies.
I brush lightly both of their curls, resettling Belle's head and Anna's feet against my chest, then cup their mother's cheek.
"You good?" She whispers, nuzzling into my touch.
"Yeah. Never get tired of that kind of wake up."
" Wanna cuddle with me?" I ask after a beautiful, everlasting stare, where we silently told ourselves all that words couldn't express. As much as I love having my babies with me, it's fair to say I really need... you know, her.
I lean forward to kiss her forehead before carefully gathering the twins, my flesh and bones and take them to the tiny bed they've been sharing since their births. Turning and snuggling, my cuties settle themselves half over each other, Anna covering her sister with her arm, Belle nuzzling in her neck.
Jesus this sigh only nearly has me in tears, I protectively cover them with the sheet and place their blue blankies under their arms.
Angie sewed them from my blue shirt, the one she made for me in our former life, the one I was wearing the night before I left for the rescue mission. The one who still smelled like me when the girls were born, Angie confessed me yesterday, despite all the tears she left on it, crying over and over again when she figured out I wouldn't come back.
A last kiss on their sleepy heads and I crawl back to bed with my love, the fucking love of my life, who I've been missing so deep, for so long.
We intertwin our limbs together and creep as close as we could, my hand sneaking under the shirt she's wearing, her hand on my bare chest.
Our bodies quickly find their place, like they used to, and we both sigh in contentment, unexpectedly followed by our babies hums. Like parents like twins, we just laugh at the sync.
" Nice shirt, fits you." I slowly stroke up and down her spine, making her shiver.
"Thank you. Notice, no coffee stain. I took good care of your shirts since they were the last things I got from you." She jokes.
I could have laugh at the coffee thing, but those last words cut me off. A huge wave of sadness crashes me down and I just succumb to desperation. My smirk vanishes as pain takes over me and I can't hold back the river of tears that uncontrollably burn my cheeks.
Burying my head and my shame in her neck, I let go all the unsustainable guilt that still floods in my veins.
"I'm sorry... Oh Angie I'm so sorry..." I manage to mutter between sobs, as warm tears wet her neck.
Shuddering, my voice unsteady and trembling, I keep the words flowing out.
" Angie, I swear I did everything I could to find you back. I've never stopped searching for you... but... I... I'm so sorry I left you. I'm so ashamed you got to go through this. It's my fault..."
I'm actually crying like a baby, shushed and lulled by my sweet love which has me cry harder.
"Shhh... It's OK. It's fine honey."
"Please forgive me Angie. It kills me it took me so long..."
" You're back to me. To us. Nothing else matters."
She pulls me on top of her and kisses my temples, then pushes me back so she can stare at me, forgiving all my weaknesses and failures.
"Thank you. For fighting for us."
"Oh God Angie, you don't know how much I love you."
"Show me." She mouthes, the ring of her lips calling mines.
And that's what I do. I make love to her, slowly, deeply, tenderly. There's nothing about having sex, nothing about seeking any kind of release, nothing like the hot and sexy prowesses we used to have. It was just about feeling complete again. Feeling alive again. Being home. Me and my love, finally united as one.
Resting on my elbows as I slowly thrust in and out of her, exploring the slightest piece of her, I don't stop staring at her, but to kiss her lips, her soul and some warm tears. Her hips move in sync with me, welcoming each of my move, our skins sweating all the love we have for each other, until we're both taken by a blissful orgasm that leaves us breathless and utterly satisfied.
Can't get tired of that kind of wake up, definitely. My love humming her last waves of pleasure under me, her hands on my lower back, keeping me from rolling to the side because "she loves my weight on her" as she told me on our first time together. For Heaven 's sake, make it happen every single day.
"Marry me Angie. Marry me. Today. Now. I can't wait any longer for you to be my wife."
She gives me the sweetest smile, stroking my jawline with the tip of her forefinger.
"Actually I already am." She mocks me.
"What?" Today was supposed to be quiet and uneventful. If you wanted to surprise me, please do it yesterday.
"How do you figure out I could be your widow if we weren't actually married?" She smiles.
"Did I miss something? Cause all I know is our wedding was a fucking disaster to which I even couldn't attend." I narrow my eyes.
"After Gessepp was impeached, Jessie and I were offered to go back to the US. Jess earned a spousal and child support from the court, but I was without resources, without you and with child. Debrah, remember Deb'?"
I nod. Oh yes tell me about her. She led me to you honey.
" She faked the date on the marriage license with the help of the pastor, so I was sure to draw a pension but, I didn't plan to stay your widow forever. I knew, I felt you were alive."
My wife is the best. A real badass. Debrah already told me about that but I haven't realized it meant we were married. It might have saved all the girls lives, but it feels as frustrating as it sounds.
" That was smart and nice of them. But I want a real wedding. One I actually attend. One where I can watch you walk down the aisle, one where I can marvel at you in a wedding dress. I want to see your face when I recit my vows, I want to hear your voice saying 'I do'. I want to take your hand and slide a ring on your finger. Oh and I want to kiss you before the pastor says I can." I add excitedly, which makes her laugh.
"That sounds nice. And romantic. Though I was expecting you to talk about the honeymoon." That beautiful hottie knows me so well.
Having sex with her just minutes ago has erased all the shyness and weirdness that has stuck to my skin since yesterday. I'm now back to my old self, kinky and funny, ready to tease her to death. It seems all my confidence is back, so does my arousal, I'm horny as fuck.
"Oh darling, I'm going to take you all the ways possible and after what I'm going to do to you, nobody could call you an angel anymore. I read the Kama Sutra and I'm ready to study each page with you."
"Kama what?" She lifts an eyebrow questioningly.
"It's a Hindi book, pretty popular in Asia."
That part of my Japanese education was pretty hard to handle... all by myself. I had Sensei giving me tips to maximize the efficiency of each position, to make the girl scream your name louder, I was struggling not to fall in love with Mikomi who waved her stunning beauty under my nose day after day, I haven't fucked anyone for months , even not my right hand despite all the erotic dreams that woke me up at the crack of dawn... Once he said I looked so miserable and offered me to visit Manek who surely would take care of my source of unease. Manek was the professional sex goddess of the village, known to be extremely talented. I immediately ran away to jump into the nearest pool, needing cold water and a look at those ugly coi carps to cool me down. I swear Sensei laughed so hard he fell on his back.
"Stop showing off by using words nobody can understand, smart ass. Is it something like the holy Bible or another scripture?" She cutely questions.
I can't help myself but laugh out loud. The Holy Bible! A devilish grin widens on my lips, I make my best to keep a straight face, enlightening her with my best baryton sultry voice.
"It's scripture yes, it talks about love and what a husband has to do to pleasure his wife. Pretty much detailed pictures of how a man and a woman can... nest together."
She bursts into uncontrollable and loud laugher, making the twins startle and has to cover her mouth with her hand and bite her lips not to wake up the whole house.
I love hearing my angel laugh out loud, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Happiness. That's something I'm gonna get used to from now on.
Once again my feelings overflow and my heart speaks for me:
"I want to raise our daughters with you. I want to make more babies with you. I want to touch your belly as they grow inside you. I want to be with you for the birth. I just want to be here, happy with you forever."
"Like I'm gonna let you go." She laughs. "And wait to spend just a week taking care of the girls before speaking of having other babies. Because between all the sex you promised me and raising baby twins, you'd be pretty exhausted, you big stud."
We both laugh, it feels so good to be close again.
"I'm gonna be the man you deserve. Here." I roll to my other side to dig out from the pocket of my trousers the precious ring I promised myself to give her in person, at any cost.
"This is the first thing I did when I arrived in America. It took me a whole month to earn the money but it helped me to keep going on."
"What if you didn't have found me?" She teases me, rising an eyebrow.
" So I would have asked the first chick named Angie to marry me. Look, our names are engraved in the inner ring." I make the ring roll between my fingers, so she can read the message "Angie I love thee Cup"
"Stop this." She chuckles and slaps my shoulder, before grabbing the ring and sliding it around her finger.
"What?" I ask. I know I'm terrible at proposing. Last time I did, I had no ring and Angie practically said the words for me. This time sucks as well, at least I have the ring but it seems it's not romantic as she expected.
"Stop being that cute. You, Softie..."
Softie... I don't feel like I'm that whiny baby anymore. I've cried enough for a lifetime, from now on I'm going to be the man Sensei taught me. Strong and unbreakable. Head of my family, caring father for my children, trustful husband for my wife.
"OK, so how do you want me to be, Ma'am?"
"You said something about nesting with me? I'm curious as to what you have in mind..." she says seductively.
"Ahmmm, sure the girls won't wake up?" I glance at the cot where our babies lie.
She nods. "No worry in that department, they sleep like rocks till 7. We got at least one hour, if it's long enough for you."
I smirk widely, then roll back so I hover over her.
"Let's have some fun then."
My lips work in tandem with my hand to arouse her whole body, stroking, licking and kissing languourously every piece of flesh I can, until I meet her glistening folds. Kneeling between her thighs, I grab her hips and jerk her waist on my lap, the head of my dick red and throbbing in anticipation. I bend down to kiss her belly while my cock thrusts into her core, eliciting the sexiest sound that has ever passed her lips. With the tip of her toes resting on the mattress, her knees each sides of my hip, she starts to move her waist up and down, swallowing me deeper and deeper. Fuck, it feels so fucking good I can't hold back a grunt, way much louder than expected.
From where I stand, I have the best view of my stunning beauty, waving around my cock, her breasts bouncing rapidly with each move she makes. Searching for some leverage to deepen my thrusts, I grab the back of her neck and let the pad of my thumb wandering along her lower lip. My goddess languidly sucks and nips it before trailing open wet kisses along my palm and on my tattoo.
I close my eyes, trying not to explode now. She asked me about the ink on my wrist last night, but I was not ready to dive in those bittersweet memories then.
One day I'll tell you the whole story my love, I'll tell you about Mikomi, I'm sure you'll understand. You're both strong and beautiful. You both saved my life, you both are my anchors.
Angie's mewls have me back from my thoughts, just to witness her pulling at my arms to sit up on my lap and straddle me. I growl deep in my chest and start eating her breasts and the flesh of her neck. Fuck, this woman is the Kama Sutra by herself. I have such a flame in my chest, she's totally consuming me. Cupping her face, I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her soul, until my lungs burn.
I don't really know how I manage to do that but I sit up to deepen my thrusts, bucking my hips to meet her owns as she pushes herself down on me. My angel looks more than a tigress, her eyes so hungry for me it could be scary. Marvelling at her sweet face as she's about to lose it, I myself feel that fire exploding in my lower belly. I can't help but panting heavily, failing miserably to stay quiet. Angie is not far behind and start to mewl louder and louder at each thrust. I could, I should shush her but the sounds she makes are so sexy and hot I don't want to miss the slightest note.
Our bodies glistening with sweat, my grip on her neck not safe anymore, I slam my hand on her butt, increasing the friction where our waists meet. Far over the edge, Angie screams out in pleasure, her O face finishes to kill me.
I follow within the second, spilling my seed deep inside her, the sound leaving my lungs as strong as my orgasm.
Panting madly, our foreheads touching, we both ride the waves of pleasure that keep shaking our world. Falling back on the mattress, Angie lets out a loud " God, fuck!" which almost shocked me.
It doesn't stay unnoticed by the other inhabitants of the house either, giggles and whispers coming from the other side of the bedroom's wall.
"First thing in the morning: I'm gonna kick out my sister and his silly hubby so we could have this on the regular." Angie states.
I look at her, puzzled and amused.
"Yeah, They totally can settle down in the barn." She laughs.
"Who's that mean person who would trade their family for sex?" I joke.
"Honey, let me tell you something. Last time I used my vagina was to push out two heads large like watermelons. I'm not sorry to finally enjoy a good fuck with you and I'm fed up with holding back my screams. I want to feel free to cry out your name as loud as needed and I expect the same from you. Jessica and Cole would rather become homeless than witness what happens between us."
I chuckle deeply, stroking her cheek. "Who are you? Who's my shy angel gone?" Though I like having my badass wife cursing like a sailor.
"She gave birth, raised two kids and has starved for her husband for about 20 months." She grabs my hand and runs her finger along my ink.
"Who's she?" She whispers, her eyes straight in mines.
"Who?"
"That woman you don't want to talk me about."
Shit. I didn't think this would come up so fast. What can I say? Where should I beginn?
" Cup, whatever happened, I won't mind. I don't want you to keep anything secret from me. I need you back, totally, don't let a piece of your heart behind, talk to me."
She pauses, her sweet gaze wandering from my sealed lips to my wrist.
"The ink was for her?"
" No. It was for you."
And I open my heart to my wife, telling her everything about Mikomi, how she gave me hope and strength, how she saved me, she nursed me, she made me a man again. I told her about her beauty, her grace, her kindness. I told her the fear, the nightmares, the feelings, the kiss.
I stop, waiting to see disappointment or sadness in her eyes. But all I see is pride and love. She's amazing.
"I owe her. I'm glad you had her by your sides."
"Daddy!" A little voice comes from behind me. Belle, my princess, is calling me. Not her ma, me.
I jump into my pants and walk up to their cot. Both of my babies are up on their fatty legs, holding out their chubby arms to me.
"Pick Daddy!" Anna begs me.
Kneeling down to level their tiny faces, I'm hugged and kissed by those little cutie pies, who I hug and kiss back.
"Hello gorgeous ladies. Slept well?" They both nod as I pick them up, each baby finding their places into my arms.
"So tell me, what are we up to? What's the first thing you do in the morning?"
"Cuddle!!!" They scream happily.
"Oh OK! Let's cuddle with your ma." I'm totally spending the rest of my life in bed with my girls.
Turning around, I'm stopped in my tracks by the view. Angie is showering us with that sweet gaze of hers, wearing nothing but the most beautiful smile, her cheeks still red from our early morning sex. I'm hard in my pants in the seconds as my stunning angel slowly wrapped her naked self with the sheets, but it's not the right time, I need my babies to distract me from all the images flashing in my head.
"Who's in for a tickling session?" I grinn at my wife while curling my fingers behind the babies fatty legs. I earn worms wiggles and mice giggles and walk us back to bed.
"A little bird told me your ma really likes this." I tease her, as she nods her head no.
I crawl to Angie, the devilish smirk on my lips ends up in a langourous kiss while my hands are creeping under the sheets, seeking her sensitive sides.
Scratching my 5 hours shadow on the extra soft skin of her jawline and neck, I finally find her most ticklish place, just next her belly button. She immediately burst into laugher, which has our daughters shrieking in delight.
Anna climbs up my back and clings at my neck, her tiny arms barely encircling it. Belle just claps her hands, jumping up and down on the bed. Both begging me either to stop and to go on.
Angie is helplessly fighting my grip, but there's no way I let her go.
I enjoy her offered neck and nip and kiss every piece I can. With all my girls laughing out loud around me, I feel... how could I put a word on it? I've already been sick with love for Angie, is it possible to be sick with happiness?
"Stop it, you know I always win at the games we play..." She smirks, obviously something in mind.
"Ah! Babe you've no idea what I went through to come back to you. Trust me, anything you could say will scare me." She won't win, not this time.
"Really?" She teases me with her eyebrow.
"I'm positive. I'm a tough, unbreakable man. Try anything you want, I'm in."
"Ok, remember you start this." She warns me.
"Go ahead love, I'm waiting." I shrug.
Facing the twins, she sings:
"Girls, who wants Daddy to change their diapers?"
Before I can object anything, my two little bunnies scream in unison.
"Meeeeeeee!"
Shit. I can't go back but how the hell can I manage to clean those tiny kitties with such big hands? Beside I've never done such a thing, I know any shit about babies.
She laughs at my defeated face. " Hey Mister "I'm a fucking good pilot, I can fly a bombardier with my eyes shut", are you scared of changing nappies?"
" Ahmmm, yes, you won. I think I'm going to need some help with that." I admit.
She leans to kiss my lips, then adds.
"Come on girls, let's teach this big guy to be a dad."
I sit up, one baby already hung on my neck and sigh. Let's go, the new life I've been dreaming of is waiting for me.
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such-poltergeist-lies · 6 years ago
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This is for @avaleahblog and therefore no one else can read it. I don’t make the rules. I owe you so much also happy birthday???
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Synopsis: The deputy thinks he gets the booty call he’s been waiting for.
Ezra cut Vera Lynn off mid-lament and tested the silence, aided by crickets and frog song. It ate at his stomach, stirring his bowels into bubbling once again. He tapped the radio quickly, filling the truck's cabin with what was left of we will meet again, and sighed with relief. 
The breeze kicked up, brushing the night against his cheek as he leaned out the window to peer up the road. Just dark country and rhinestone sky, the moon mad among it all. Laying back in his seat, he considered that cranking the truck and returning to Falls End was still an option. The right option, his gut told him. But he kept breathing evenly, swallowed his morals, and focused on the persistent ache between his thighs.
Lights in the rear view stung his eye until they rounded the truck, leading the hungry sports engine into a dense canopy of fauna. The light blinked out, the rumble died and darkness concealed the car completely. Holding his breath, Ezra listened for the slam of the car door and strained his ears at the soft crunch of shoes on grass. He straightened himself in the seat, willing himself appear confident and perhaps a little smug. He smiled crookedly when the shadow reached the passenger window.
"John."
"Deputy."
The air between them was softer than either expected, but John remained cautious.
"Is wrath off the leash, or will you play nice?"
Ezra rose up a hand for ease, though he was sure John couldn't see it and remained playfully civil.
"Consider it like a Christmas cease-fire."
The shadow of John's head bobbed affirmatively.
"That I can respect. May I?"
Ezra couldn't see the Seed brother but he interpreted the request easy enough.
"Help yourself." He said with a touch of sarcasm, gesturing at the empty passenger seat. 
John jumped into the cabin with enough enthusiasm that Ezra had to fight the impulse to lean away, his heart skipping pleasantly. The Baptist did help himself, to the radio, killing it with a tap, and the interior light, washing them both in a spit of dim, dirty yellow. John turned his head and took in the openness of Ezra's face with unabashed affection.
"Deputy," John began, a white book resting his lap. "You don't know how relieved I am that we can meet like this. I promise to be thorough and relentless. It will do you no good otherwise."
Ezra's hips squirmed against the seat and he moved closer, an eager smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
"Goddamn, John. I like the sound of that."
John's eyes pinched as his smile brightened, shifting to move in closer in kind and twisting his torso to rest his arm along the back of the seat.
"I'm so glad.” The Baptist admitted, letting his knee touch the deputy’s as he continued.
“You must be emptied, more than once, there is no doubt about that. Your sin is a beast with an appetite this world is too small for.”
Ezra grinned and shifted his eyes self-consciously away, unable to stare down the intensity of John’s words and feeling dumb for it. He had wanted to have the upper hand, but all he could think about was the tightening in his gut and how badly he wanted John’s fingers to start running through his hair. He hoped the yellow light hid his hot ears.
“Not...too big for you, right, John?” Behind his head, John’s fingers tapped on the seat and Ezra inhale deeply through his nose.
“We do as the Father directs us, Deputy, just as you will when the time comes.”
Ezra choked on his spit mid-swallow, causing him to double over and send himself into a coughing fit till tears squeezed out the corner of his eyes. Long fingers rubbed along his shoulder blades, attempting to sooth his fits. When he came up, wiping the saliva from his chin, John regarded him with pity.
“It will be more grueling than that. It’s only fair that I warn you.”
“T-the Father put you up to this?!” The words came out hoarse.
“We all have our purpose,” John explained vaguely, taking back his arm to grab hold of the book with both hands.
The rookie opened his mouth in sudden protest, a demand to know the father's perverted intentions sore in his throat, but the soft sound of paper drew his eyes to John’s lap. Slim fingers flicked through pages delicately, stopped to wet a tip now and again.
Now..." John thumped one wing of the book. "Let's begin."
"A-and what...” The Deputy rasped out. “What do you think you're gonna do with that!?"
 Ezra didn't hide his confusion, letting the shrill of his voice fill the small space. 
John simply looked up at him, still smiling with brows raised sympathetically. He was quiet for a moment as he struggled to contain a rude remark. 
“Well, Deputy,” He said, speaking carefully. “Read it. Which is more than I can say for many a sinner.  I will make sure you receive a detailed education tonight and perhaps the wild beast within you will be persuaded to turn course.”
“I...I don’t want you to fuckin’ read to me.” 
The deputy was momentarily dumbfounded but didn't elaborate further, just stared with a blank expression as if John was the one being rude. 
Rapid blinking and smiling silence were all John could manage at first until he had no choice but to ask the obvious.
“What did you expect to take place?”
Ezra shook his head irritably, clicking his tongue as he did and hating himself more than John. For once.
“By the way you talked...” He paused to wet his mouth, both indignantly and by nervous habit.
“You made it sound like you wanted to...fuck.” 
John looked back at his book, smile pleasant but more private than before. Whether it was his mood or the lighting, something became darker in the man’s face. The deputy went quiet as well, turning away to scrutinize the night outside his window, reexamining how he had gotten there
He had been dozing painfully in a church pew when the radio went off, just past the witching hour, when he heard John’s voice as smooth as a roll of blue silk reverberating off the vaulted ceiling. He had considered the offer for thirty minutes as he listened out for questions to arise among the ragged breathing of injured refugees. No one stirred and he navigated his way carefully between makeshift sick beds and tiptoed out the door before commandeering a truck at the town garage. He floored the pedal the whole way, taking the back roads with gravel spitting turns. It occurred to him now that he had left Jerome and a church full of struggling revolutionaries for this.
“He said to me ‘You are my son; today I have become your father.’“
Ezra snapped his head back to find John running a slender finger along a line, reciting what he saw, proceeding without permission or care of the deputy’s sudden mood. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” 
John regarded him with the same geniality as before, finger marking his stopping place.
“You have to admit, Deputy, that in light of all your rage and destruction, I am entitled to try.” 
“You’re entitled to...my dick up your ass.” The dictation felt good in his mouth, spiked with shame and bitterness. It did his heart right.
“There you go again!” A tattooed hand swat the air, unable to contain itself, his gentlemen’s accent descending into something warmer. 
The evening breeze was gone, replaced with the smell of standing water somewhere outside the truck and thick vapors of John’s cologne. Between the meeting of their knees and intimacy of small light, it was hard for Ezra to not notice the closeness of John’s mouth, as sour as he was with himself. As rhetoric fell from its lips, rosy and lush, he watched for his front teeth, fascinated by their uniformity and a passing fantasy.
“...letting wrath speak for your soul! A little consideration is not too much to ask. Before it’s all said and done you will be emptied and refilled. A cautionary reading won't make it any less raw, but it is vital to your understanding.” 
There was a childlike delirium in John’s summer sky eyes that drew Ezra in, not noticing the heaviness of his own breathes until he tried to speak.
“God.” He chocked out, wetting his mouth once more. He hadn't heard a word John had said. 
“My pants have shrunk two sizes in the crotch and you wanna quote scripture.”
The other didn't flinch at the vulgarity, but he allowed his eyes to roll down and linger, making Ezra shift his hips earnestly. When their eyes met again, any previous malcontent Ezra had with himself was melted away.
"But I have your attention.” John declared, his twang becoming full-bodied, speaking as if he was born ten feet from a dirt road. 
"You sounded so...ready." Ezra insisted, determined not to let go of the promises whispered to him two hours in the past.
"I was. I am." John breathed out, lifting the book just enough to slide it across both their legs, resting it on his left and Ezra’s right.
“You said you wanted to get inside me!” He contested quickly, pushing back the book with a hot face, leaning away with stupified urgency.
“I do.” John confessed, his eyes momentarily widening as he said it. 
“Deep inside you.” 
Shifting down the seat, John moved in till their thighs met and elbows collided. A slender arm slide between the seat and Ezra’s lower back, ending to hook a belt loop for control. He placed the book gently between them once more, leaving his hand between the spine and Ezra’s leg.
“Just listen.” Whispered the Baptist, close enough for the words to ghost the deputy’s ear.
“‘Ask me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession. You will break them with a rod of iron, you will dash them to pieces like pottery.”
John leaned in with the words, his collarbone pressing into Ezra’s stiff shoulder, letting them brush off his tongue like secrets in search of the deputy’s shallow breaths. 
“’Therefore, you kings, be wise, be warned, you rulers of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. ‘”
Ezra’s eyes remained landlocked on the page, unable to follow but too unstable to look elsewhere. Beneath the book, he pulsed against the pages that John mouthed into his ear.  
”’Kiss his son, or he will be angry and your way will lead to your destruction, for his wrath can flare up in a moment.’”
The air changed and a familiar buzz prickled Ezra’s skin, eyes touched his temples and traced his jaw but he didn't let his sight raise from the passages spread across his lap. Gooseflesh broke out as a nose and lips brushed his ear, breathing in deep like a breeze and feeling the curves.
“What’s the matter, John?” The deputy muttered cautiously, his voice faltering beneath the weight of need.
“I thought you were going to read to me.”
“Blessed are all who take refuge in him.’” John breathed. 
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quranreadalong · 6 years ago
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THE BAD QURAN, PT 21: SURAH 22
22/78 (28%) of surah 22 was bad, with the majority of it being in the second half but one very exciting portion being in the first half. Let’s jump right in.
The surah starts by telling us that on the Day of Judgement, women will miscarry and mothers will forget their children as they behold The Doom (22:2). Following that happy thought is an even happier thought, with 22:3 informing us that men who “disputeth concerning Allah without knowledge, and followeth each froward devil” will go to hell (22:4). 22:9 reiterates that such disputers are definitely going straight into The Fire, and 22:10 says that they’ll deserve it. Those with shaky faith--praising Allah in good times but other gods in bad times--will similarly be losers in the afterlife, 22:11 tells us. They will also deserve it, since praying to gods other than Allah is evil (22:13).
Then we get to a really fantastic Doom section, full of all sorts of exciting imagery. 22:18 starts us off. Many people deserve the Doom, Allah tells us. What sorts of people, you ask? Well, “as for those who disbelieve, garments of fire will be cut out for them; boiling fluid will be poured down on their heads” (22:19), “their skins too, will be melted” (22:20); “for them are hooked rods of iron” (22:21) and they will never be allowed to leave (22:22). Lovely!!!
After that, 22:25 just summarizes the above, saying that disbelievers will have a painful doom etc. Other disbelievers are doomed ayat: 22:51, 22:57, etc. 22:71-72 states plainly that “The Fire! Allah hath promised it for those who disbelieve. A hapless journey's end!”.
Talking about the punishment of the disbelievers is a bit boring tbh. What else do we got? Let’s see... 22:39 says that those who have been “wronged” are allowed to fight against those who “wronged” them. As we saw in a sahih hadith, this is in reference to Mohammed allowing his goons to attack Quraysh traders because the latter threw his ass out of Mecca after his little pledge stunt. Clearly that warrants murdering traders during truce months!
Well, at least that was a different sort of bad ayah. We then return to the usual--22:45 is about how many generations of disbelievers Allah has killed, destroying their cities (22:48; see: Hud, Saleh, Lot, Shuaib, etc).
After the strange ayah that may or may not be in reference to the “satanic verses”, 22:53 tells us that Allah allows Satan to throw in some fake revelations so that he will mislead the disbelievers, who will remain in doubt until they are punished (22:55). Fair enough!
SPECIAL BONUS SECTION: HALL OF SHAME!
The following ayat condemn disbelievers to hell and pinged our kuffar hell counter. They will be copied and pasted word-for-word. Enjoy… the doom!
Among mankind is he who disputeth concerning Allah without knowledge, and followeth each froward devil;   For him it is decreed that whoso taketh him for friend, he verily will mislead him and will guide him to the punishment of the Flame. 
And among mankind is he who disputeth concerning Allah without knowledge or guidance or a scripture giving light,  Turning away in pride to beguile (men) from the way of Allah. For him in this world is ignominy, and on the Day of Resurrection We make him taste the doom of burning. 
And among mankind is he who worshippeth Allah upon a narrow marge so that if good befalleth him he is content therewith, but if a trial befalleth him, he falleth away utterly. He loseth both the world and the Hereafter. That is the sheer loss. 
These twain (the believers and the disbelievers) are two opponents who contend concerning their Lord. But as for those who disbelieve, garments of fire will be cut out for them; boiling fluid will be poured down on their heads, Whereby that which is in their bellies, and their skins too, will be melted; And for them are hooked rods of iron. Whenever, in their anguish, they would go forth from thence they are driven back therein and (it is said unto them): Taste the doom of burning.
those who disbelieved and denied Our revelations, for them will be a shameful doom. 
And when Our revelations are recited unto them, thou knowest the denial in the faces of those who disbelieve; they all but attack those who recite Our revelations unto them. Say: Shall I proclaim unto you worse than that? The Fire! Allah hath promised it for those who disbelieve. A hapless journey's end! 
...you know, the guy whose translation I’ve been using, Pickthall, was a convert. I wonder what his relationship with his disbelieving family members was like. (Incidentally, he was an apologist for Ottoman war crimes and genocide against Armenians, which I did not know until I just looked at his wiki page. PROBLEMATIC!!)
The next surah opens by talking about sex slaves and closes with complaints about disbelievers. It’s gonna be a good time.
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surefleur-arc · 7 years ago
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my name ?? is jay. my game ?? is making terrible intro posts. anyway, hello hello !! i have lowkey been stalking this rp since it opened ?? waiting for a good time........ to join. so y’all gonna get this fckin off the rails bitch have fun. ( also like this or hmu if u wanna plot !! i got some possible connections listed below but !! )
━★ ( eiza gonzalez, female, she/her ) hey, that’s ( fleur castilla ), who’s lived here for ( eight years ). the ( twenty-six ) year old is known to be ( intelligent & confident ) but you’ll find that they can be ( volatile & manipulative ), too. i heard they work as a ( bartender at oasis ) and ( teen idle ) by ( marina and the diamonds ) always seems to be playing around them. ( torn scripture, a neglected gideons, building fire, wolf smiles, dramatic and overdone orchestra pieces, dracula’s fake beard, 90s bops, mythos tales. )
BACKSTORY
( TRIGGERS: death/murder, fire )
aight y’all lemme start by saying that,,,,, this bitch just fell off her ROCKER one night but we’ll get to that later
she was born in phoenix, az ( #symbolism ) to this WEIRD-ASS guy and,,, his wife + her mom obvs. later on, they had another kiddo.
emmanuel castilla, maria castilla, moses castilla...... wondeR what thAt connection iS
ya i came up with this backstory after i already named fleur lmao
when i say “weird-ass guy” i mean like,,,, basically built an aboveground bunker. like. weird dude. loved censorship too.
evolution who ?? idk her.
and...... i mean....... her mom was also pretty fkcin weird. like. she 110% got it from hanging around emmanuel and only emmanuel for years.
SUPER RELIGIOUS HOUSEHOLD. SUPER CUTOFF FROM EVERYONE. moses and fleur were both homeschooled but it was a TERRIBLE curriculum.
darwin who ?? idk her.
anyway. so we gonna skip ahead a lil bit bc if we dont this’ll be hella long but it’s p much all just excess stuff that elaborates on what i mentioned above ( weird dude, super cutoff, super religious )
we gettin’ to the meat of things:
one day, she caught a whiff of freedom. one day, she learned that a bunch of things....... EXISTED ?? 
ONE DAY SHE GOT REAL MAD.
so honestly what better solution to expressing this than to set ur house on fiRE ?? with legit everyone still insiDE ??
ya fleur legit went off the rails.
went from fleur to pauline real fast. totally convinced she was basically slaying satan.
if u kno what im alluding to then we vibin
emmanuel died. maria died. moses almost didn’t die but nah moses died. 
OFF THE RAILS.
literally. off the rails. like. 
pauline.
that far off the rails.
apparently police are useless bc she’s free n walkin around rn !! and she got the inheritance !! aka “the death money”
irl. i would rly hope the police would be capable of figuring out who set the house on fire. like legit. fleur was basically like the one suspect who else would it have been ?? i mean. sole survivor. inherited all the money. had a shitty alibi. left almost the second the investigation was over. like.
ANYWAY
her death money took her from phoenix to seagrove where she was like “well i’ve legit reached the end of the country time 2 do smth w/ my life.”
she cruised by on her death money until she started working odd jobs. at twenty-one, she started bartending. 
she now bartends at oasis. catch her chillin.
UPDATE: her bio is right HERE and it’s extra™
UPDATE: her stats are HERE and they’re extra™
PERSONALITY
111/10 would not recommend ridin with her.
S U P E R  V O L A T I L E . i mean not necessarily in the sense that one second ur conversation will be great and the next she’ll make it horrible like in the sense that she just. goes off the rails super easy.
thus far, nothing has compared to setting her house on fire tho. all been v v minuscule in comparison.
not religious but religious. aka knows like,,,, everything about the bible??? could probs recite 4/5 stories by heart by now i mean that’s basically all she and moses learned when they were growing up. the bible. so there were hella repeats.
estp + scorpio = the most manipulative sunnuva gun you’ll ever meet. will do whatever it takes to make things easier on herself. will 110% take advantage of other people’s kindness. honestly a horrible person.
pretty!!! damn!!! smart!!! tho!!! which is unexpected since she didn’t even kno about evolution until she was like,,,,,, old. i mean obvs she basically knows EVERYTHING abt the bible like that aint a problem. she was already v well-read it was like,,,, one of the two (2) freedoms she and moses had. knew math already. knew hard sciences that didn’t call for the mention of evolution. lowkey had 2 teach herself wtf darwinism was. 
likes 2 learn tbh??? fckin nerd.
all of this added together = her thinking she’s the BEST. although it makes her way more egotistical than the average self, it also makes her way better at just??? life??? and things to come??? confident in her decisions. confident in her interactions. confident in her appearance. just confident all together.
is basically a dramatic symphony piece. probs the bAAAA BADUH DUH DUH DUMMMMM DUHHHHH one.
aint even ashamed to say that her fav group ever is tlc. SHE DONT WANT NO SCRUBS EITHER!!!!!!!!
a lot of ironic symbolism will be in her bio and will thus carry forward into interactions. bc im a pretentious douchebag.
likes 2 gamble.
thinks maury is a dilf.
loves that there sex™.
bisexual af.
loves dogs af.
connection ideas can be found here !! they’re all still being structured since i legit just got the idea for this format and legit just started working on them and some don’t even have their descriptions yet ?? but feel free 2 check them out and see how pretentious i am !! i’m 100% open to j brainstorming too !!
AIGHT AS STATED ABOVE FEEL FREE 2 LIKE THIS OR HMU IF U WOULD LIKE 2 PLOT !!
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PADRE PIO’S CHRISTMAS MEDITATION
Story with images:
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/padre-pios-christmas-meditation-harold-baines/?published=t
Padre Pio praying over the Christmas Creche
Story at bottom of page about Padre Pio and Jesus in this image
Appearing in volume four of the Italian-language edition of Padre Pio’s letters, this essay was taken from Padre Pio’s hand-written notebooks. Translated by Frank M. Rega, December 2005. “Padre Pio da Pietrelcina: Epistolario IV,” Edizioni Padre Pio, San Giovanni Rotondo, 2002, pages 1007-1009.
Far into the night, at the coldest time of the year, in a chilly grotto, more suitable for a flock of beasts than for humans, the promised Messiah - Jesus - the savior of mankind, comes into the world in the fullness of time.
There are none who clamor around him: only an ox and an ass lending their warmth to the newborn infant; with a humble woman, and a poor and tired man, in adoration beside him.
Nothing can be heard except the sobs and whimpers of the infant God. And by means of his crying and weeping he offers to the Divine justice the first ransom for our redemption.
He had been expected for forty centuries; with longing sighs the ancient Fathers had implored his arrival. The sacred scriptures clearly prophesy the time and the place of his birth, and yet the world is silent and no one seems aware of the great event. Only some shepherds, who had been busy watching over their sheep in the meadows, come to visit him. Heavenly visitors had alerted them to the wondrous event, inviting them to approach his cave.
So plentiful, O Christians, are the lessons that shine forth from the grotto of Bethlehem! Oh how our hearts should be on fire with love for the one who with such tenderness was made flesh for our sakes! Oh how we should burn with desire to lead the whole world to this lowly cave, refuge of the King of kings, greater than any worldly palace,
because it is the throne and dwelling place of God! Let us ask this Divine child to clothe us with humility, because only by means of this virtue can we taste the fullness of this mystery of Divine tenderness.
Glittering were the palaces of the proud Hebrews. Yet, the light of the world did not appear in one of them. Ostentatious with worldly grandeur, swimming in gold and in delights, were the great ones of the Hebrew nation; filled with vain knowledge and pride were the priests of the sanctuary. In opposition to the true meaning of Divine revelation, they awaited an officious savior, who would come into the world with human renown and power.
But God, always ready to confound the wisdom of the world, shatters their plans. Contrary to the expectations of those lacking in Divine wisdom, he appears among us in the greatest abjection, renouncing even birth in St. Joseph’s humble home, denying himself a modest abode among relatives and friends in a city of Palestine.
Refused lodging among men, he seeks refuge and comfort among mere animals, choosing their habitation as the place of his birth, allowing their breath to give warmth to his tender body. He permits simple and rustic shepherds to be the first to pay their respects to him, after he himself informed them, by means of his angels, of the wonderful mystery.
Oh wisdom and power of God, we are constrained to exclaim - enraptured along with your Apostle - how incomprehensible are your judgments and unsearchable your ways! Poverty, humility, abjection, contempt, all surround the Word made flesh. But we, out of the darkness that envelops the incarnate Word, understand one thing, hear one voice, perceive one sublime truth: you have done everything out of love, you invite us to nothing else but love, speak of nothing except love, give us naught except proofs of love.
The heavenly babe suffers and cries in the crib so that for us suffering would be sweet, meritorious and accepted. He deprives himself of everything, in order that we may learn from him the renunciation of worldly goods and comforts. He is satisfied with humble and poor adorers, to encourage us to love poverty, and to prefer the company of the little and simple rather than the great ones of the world.
This celestial child, all meekness and sweetness, wishes to impress in our hearts by his example these sublime virtues, so that from a world that is torn and devastated, an era of peace and love may spring forth. Even from the moment of his birth he reveals to us our mission, which is to scorn that which the world loves and seeks.
Oh let us prostrate ourselves before the manger, and along with the great St. Jerome, who was inflamed with the love of the Infant Jesus, let us offer him all our hearts without reserve. Let us promise to follow the precepts which come to us from the grotto of Bethlehem, which teach us that everything here below is vanity of vanities.
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A Vision of the Child Jesus (Image Above) - Explanation by Br. Modestino, O.F.M., Cap.
The painting reproduced here representing Padre Pio receiving the Child Jesus in his arms is not the fruit of a fervid fantasy of the artist but a faithful transcription, in pictorial language, of an extraordinary event that really happened and related in the following lines.
This episode was told to me by Lucia Iadanza, a hidden and favored soul of God who grew up from childhood in Pietrelcina under the guidance of Padre Pio, learning from him the catechism, hymns and pious practices. When the Padre was transferred to San Giovanni Rotondo she often came to this little town on the Gargano to ask and receive advice and direction from Padre Pio for her spiritual life.
On 24 December 1922, Lucia wanted to spend the vigil of Christmas close to Padre Pio. That evening was cold and the friars had brought a brazier into the sacristy. Next to the brazier with the other women, Lucia awaited for midnight to assist at the Mass that Padre Pio was to celebrate.
The three women began to doze off, while she continued to recite the Rosary.
From the internal stairway of the sacristy Padre Pio came down and stopped near the window. All of a sudden, in a halo of light, there appeared the Child Jesus who rested in the arms of Padre Pio, whose face turned radiant.
When the vision vanished Padre Pio realized that Lucia was looking at him astonished. He went up to her and asked: “Lucia what did you see?” Lucia answered: “Padre I saw everything.” Padre Pio then admonished her severely: “Don’t say anything to anyone or else I will wring your neck like a chicken.”
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