#safit

[koiiiji]

Can I ask you to write a story about me trying to commit suicide but being saved by Wooin?🥺🥺plzzzzz😭😭

1)okay guys, i think its time to set an masterlist what i write for and what i don’t once again in my acc

2) hun, my askbox is currently closed, but this request seems…idk strange(?) if you going through some hard period now in your life, its time to ask for professional help, or at least have a talk with someone who you trust, or something like this, im not an psychologist to start this whole topic, but if there is something that bothering you, please ask for professional

3) i will make an exception, bc i usually don’t write for stuff like this, and honestly it won’t be exact stuff you asked about, just comforting(?) scenario.

enjoy💌

crowd. there are so many people everywhere, although what else did you expect, you in the club, swinging under the bit of music with the crowd, but you have already thought little. alcohol brought pleasant oblivion, but for just a couple of hours… even now, in this state, you understood this and drove these thoughts away. now you have to relax. forget. run away from this world. dissolve the safites, bright flashes of light and loud bits of music in this world.

yes, you must run away from everythi... "hello little thing"

wooin threw his hand on your shoulders. there was no familiar sweet smile and playful light in his eyes, he was gloomy as a bad day. you knew that he didn’t like when you visited such places, he sincerely thought that they did not suit you, this is not your style.

the hand that lay on your shoulder slipped to the elbow - holding it tightly - and the second free hand sank somewhere in the waist area. wooin dragged you to the exit, while you didn't really care, you didn't even understand who it was.

while alcohol was active, everything was fine. while it was seething in your blood, you were safe from your own thoughts. yes, while there was a state of intoxication, you were far from reality, head was empty, and the obsessive thoughts disappeared somewhere by itself. now you only stupidly smiled at the flickering lights and bright flashes of spotlights, your head was spinning, as was the world around you.

you felt like someone dragged you somewhere, but as long as head and thoughts were filled with music everything was in order, everything was fine. you did not worry that your legs dragged out limp on the floor, braided and stumbling itself, while head was empty. you would continue to giggle stupidly and smile if you didn't blink, and in a blink flickering lights disappeared, and the music subsided, and only the crushing silence of the wooin car. your elbow felt sick. it seems that wooin clung to you too much when he dragged your body through the entire dance floor, or hit your elbow on the rack of the car when he pushed you into the salon. he clearly wasn’t happy that he found you in that club.

but honestly? he would never have thought that he would save any girl from such situation. he is used to being responsible only for himself and no one else, but for some reason, the appearance of your drunken body, abandoned on the dance floor annoyed him, he did not like to see you like that. wooin liked it more when you turned away in embarrassment to hide your blush from his vulgar comments or when you annoyed screaming because of the mess that he divorced in your kitchen, when he once again without permission broke into your apartment.

"what the hell is going on with you?" he asked irritably fastening you with a belt, and nervously starting the engine. he was angry, apparently because of his work, or just this day was too stressful or because of your presence in that fucking club... you had no idea in your head, you just sat on a passenger seat, eyes are blurred, and without understanding where you are going at all, the only thing you recognized was his voice. car rushed off, with the ringing silence. the only thing your brain could concentrate on right now is flickering lights, only this time it was a warm light of lanterns on the streets. as the car rushed along the road, the light from the lanterns was reflected from the glass and crashed into your eyes. it’s not loud music of course, but also distracting attention, and suddenly your eyes began to feel heavy, seat in wooin’s car seemed too comfortable, unlike the crowd lingering to each other. you closed your eyes only for a moment and now already in your apartment. this time, spasms in the shoulder were added to the pain in the elbow, it seems wooin was not too gentle with you while dragging your body to the apartment.

"hey, woe party gremlin, go wash off your combat painting and go to bed, i don't have time to nurse you all night" he shouted in annoyed tone from the passage to the bath, while you were in a reclining position on the couch, trying to take off from yourself either shoes or outerwear. seems that wooin is really angry. tsking loudly, showing all his prompted irritation, wooin grabbed micellar water and a pack of cotton pads from the shelf and approached you. with his feet, he helped you finally pull your damned shoes off and pulled the sleeves of the jacket so that you finally could get out of it.

sitting down next to you on the sofa, he took you by the chin, turned your face to himself, and gently rubbed a wet disk over your face, washing off makeup. you tried to focus your attention on his face, but everything was desperately swimming in your eyes, and your eyelids seemed so heavy that you could no longer resist, falling down on his shoulder. wooin just sighed, pushing you onto the cushions of the sofa and headed to your room, pulling the blanket off the bed, he covered your body - still lying on the couch in the living room - and only for a couple of seconds held his gaze on your peaceful face.

when you woke up in the morning, you mentally thanked him for leaving a glass of water on the table. but you will never know that before leaving that night, he lingered there to gently brush a couple of strands from your face, lightly touch your hand, wondering if he should do something more, and in the end, he just left, also mentally wishing you the most peaceful dreams and a light head in the morning.

*sorry, the end turned out to be a little crumpled, im not used to writing something like that.((

[bluelizze]

I'm excited to hear your thoughts on the leaks holy shit

Hi hello so I just started to get into Sally face a bit that I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE LEAKS AND THE FACT THAT ITS ABOUT SPINNER (and overhaul too but I ain’t talking about him)

cant believe i also thought about anime expo that i forgot even more...

So here’s a literal transcript of my reaction (yea I recorded my reaction and half of the time I was laughing in agony)

spoilers under cut and a lil warning, I did go off in a bit of a shipper mode here

first off fuck everyone but the lov ofc. like yall are the reason the lov are like this in the first place so yall just fuck off

ok so i made a theory about spinner's parents being the one to visit him but i just knew that it wouldn't be possible so oh well it was worth a shot

anyways onto what's on the panel. first off: i shouldn't be surprise that spinner would've become a nomu thanks to quirks that bastrad afo gave him but thankfully the central hostpial stopped the process so i am very thankful (but still fuck them bc yes). but now i just realizes that spinner is stuck with these quirks and i think it's just kinda sad :(

DEKU IS HERE TO SEND THE MESSGAE TOMURA HAS FOR HIS BF WOOHOOOO

alr but the fact that spinner calls him a murder is the most safiting thing ever and very valued BUT THE FACT THAT DEKU DIDNT EVEN DENY IT MAKES IT BETTER

SPINNER WAS ALSO CONCERN FOR THE OTHERS AND ASK DEKU IF TOMURA SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THEM AND I JUST CRY BC WE ALL KNOW THAT TOMURA DOESNT KNOW TWICE IS DEAD COMPRESS IS ARRESTED ETC ETC BC OF THE BASTRAD AFO HAVING CONTROL OVER HIM FOR LIKE THE MOST PART IM SSOSOOFOIERNFNE

now when i was recording my reaction, i was going a bit into the shipping zone bc if you know me, i ship spinneraki and i started to go in a denial about how spinner was pining for tomura and that tomura basically return feelings

when i saw his body grows, i started laughing in pain :,)

"Tomura Shigaraki was my hero" STARTING CRYING AND GIVING HIM APPLAUD TOMURA SAID HE HAS TO BE A HERO FOR THE LOV AND HERE IS SPINNER SAYING HE IS A HERO!!!! HIS HERO (gaymer bfs winning)

I HATE EVERYONE ON THE TV PROGRAM they just dont regonize how these villians are human too! spinner going on talking about how he and tomura love video games and THAT (im emotional). hes mourning his gaymer bf

When spinner said that tomura was his first friend, my shipping ass went HIS FIRST EVERYTHING

i said this for chapter 423 and i'll say it here, SPINNERAKI NATION WON BUT AT WHAT COST?!?!

spinner crying = me crying

Spinner said he's going to write a book and that reminded me of when Destro when he made his book. idk i just made some little connection there and idk if that will do anything.

and when deku said to do a comic im like... i think a book is better???? idk... but sometimes ig you cant really explain it in words so you have to draw it. idk if spinner is good at drawing but i imagine there might be some hcs out there about it idk

ANYWAYS IN CONCLUSION:

[look-sharp-notes]

#Safit #Vintage #Tripod #Interior ideas #charm #Things with character #interiors #design #decor #light #look sharp #elegant notes #Gallery Inspiration

[desvendandoolivrosagrado]

Meu Nome é Eliseu e Essa é a Minha História

através dos eventos extraordinários que moldaram a minha vida. Tudo começou nos campos de Arava, onde eu, filho de Safit, residindo em Abel Mi, estava trabalhando. Um dia, Elias, um grande profeta de Deus, se aproximou de mim. Naquele momento, o destino tomou conta da minha vida.

Assista ao vídeo completo:

Elias passou por mim e lançou seu manto sobre mim - um gesto que reconheci como um chamado divino. Sem hesitar, abandonei os bois e segui Elias. Mas não antes de pedir a ele um breve momento para me despedir de meu pai e mãe. Elias, em sua sabedoria, instou-me a voltar, questionando o que ele havia feito comigo. Voltei, sacrifiquei os bois e distribuí a carne entre as pessoas. Marcou o início da minha jornada com Elias.

Os anos passados ao lado dele foram preenchidos com lições profundas e eventos miraculosos. Elias, um homem fervoroso e corajoso de Deus, demonstrou uma fé inabalável. Um incidente memorável foi seu desafio aus profetas de Baal no Monte Carmelo. Com uma simples oração, ele invocou o fogo do Senhor, manifestando o poder indiscutível de Deus.

Mas o dia mais extraordinário foi o da partida de Elias. Apesar de seu apelo para que eu ficasse em Betel, insisti em segui-lo. Os filhos dos profetas me alertaram sobre o que aguardava Elias, mas permaneci determinado. Ao alcançarmos o Jordão, Elias dividiu as águas, e uma carruagem de fogo o levou aus céus, deixando-me com o manto de um profeta.

Refletindo sobre esses dias, percebi o peso da responsabilidade e o privilégio concedido a mim. O manto de Elias simbolizava não apenas um chamado, mas um lembrete perpétuo de servir a Deus de todo coração. Cada dia trazia novas oportunidades de aprendizado, crescimento e serviço. Guiado pela mão de Deus, abracei os desafios que estavam por vir.

Fiquei à beira do Jordão, levantei o manto de Elias, e golpeei a água, ecoando a pergunta: "Onde está o Senhor, o Deus de Elias?" As águas se abriram, significando a continuação da missão divina. Os filhos dos profetas reconheceram o espírito de Elias em mim.

Minha jornada como profeta se desdobrou, e em breve, encontrei a cidade de Jericó. As pessoas enfrentavam água contaminada, e eu, com o manto de Elias, curei as águas, trazendo vida e fertilidade. No entanto, surgiram desafios. Alguns jovens zombaram de mim a caminho de Betel, e em resposta, dois ursos surgiram, um severo lembrete da gravidade de respeitar a palavra de Deus.

Refletindo profundamente sobre esses eventos, questionei a maldição apressada que coloquei nos jovens. A responsabilidade de um profeta se estendia além do julgamento para a misericórdia e compreensão. Reconheci minha própria humanidade, abrigando dúvidas e medos, mas encontrei força em reconhecer nossa dependência de Deus.

Minha ministração continuou, marcada por sinais e maravilhas. Um evento notável se desenrolou com a mulher de Suném, que, em gratidão, recebeu um filho por meio da promessa de Deus. A tragédia ocorreu quando o menino morreu, mas por meio da oração, Deus restaurou sua vida, revelando os misteriosos caminhos da vontade divina.

Outro encontro envolveu uma viúva endividada, deixada apenas com um jarro de óleo. Seguindo a orientação divina, testemunhamos a multiplicação do óleo, demonstrando a abundância e provisão de Deus em tempos de necessidade. Essas experiências reforçaram minha confiança na sabedoria e força de Deus.

Durante uma fome em Gilgal, direcionei meu servo a preparar uma sopa para os filhos dos profetas. Um acidente com uma videira selvagem introduziu o tema da intervenção de Deus no aparentemente mundano, ilustrando sua atenção às nossas preocupações diárias.

A narrativa se expandiu para encontros com reis e comandantes. Naamã, afligido pela lepra, buscou cura. Apesar da resistência inicial, ele obedeceu à minha instrução de se banhar no Jordão sete vezes e foi restaurado. Este evento enfatizou o poder da fé e obediência.

Como profeta, revelei os planos secretos do rei da Síria, guiando Israel por momentos de guerra e fome. A proteção de Deus era evidente quando ele abriu os olhos do meu servo para ver as forças celestiais que nos

acompanhavam. Uma intervenção divina frustrou os planos do rei da Síria, demonstrando que a segurança do povo estava nas maus de Deus.

Entretanto, mesmo em meio a tantas experiências extraordinárias, enfrentei desafios pessoais. Uma conspiração contra mim se formou, com o rei Jorão e sua esposa Jezabel tramando contra minha vida. A apostasia e idolatria se espalharam, tornando-se uma batalha constante para manter a fidelidade ao Deus verdadeiro.

A história tomou um rumo inesperado com a ascensão de Eliseu como meu sucessor. Nosso relacionamento foi marcado por uma transição suave e uma transferência do poder profético. Testemunhei o momento em que ele recebeu uma porção dobrada do meu espírito, simbolizando sua autoridade e chamado sobrenatural.

A morte do rei Jorão, resultado das profecias que declarei, destacou a seriedade das consequências para aqueles que se afastam de Deus. A justiça divina se manifestou, e o ciclo de rebelião e arrependimento continuou a moldar o destino de Israel.

Chegou o momento de minha própria morte, e a história registra meu enterro. No entanto, um acontecimento incomum ocorreu quando um homem morto foi lançado em minha sepultura e, ao tocar meus ossos, ele ressuscitou. Esse milagre póstumo evidenciou o poder duradouro de Deus, mesmo além da morte.

Minha vida, marcada por milagres, confrontos e uma dedicação inabalável a Deus, serve como testemunho da Sua fidelidade e soberania. Cada capítulo da minha jornada revelou a complexidade da fé, a importância da obediência e a inevitabilidade das consequências para aqueles que escolhem desviar-se do caminho de Deus.

Assim, encerro este relato, reconhecendo que minha história é apenas uma parte do grande épico da redenção divina. Que aqueles que ouvirem ou lerem sobre minha vida sejam inspirados a buscar a Deus de todo coração, a obedecer a Sua vontade e a confiar em Seu poder, pois Ele é o mesmo ontem, hoje e para sempre.

Muito obrigado por me acompanhar nesta incrível jornada pela vida de Eliseu. Espero que você tenha encontrado inspiração e sabedoria nos eventos notáveis que se desdobraram.

[plussizeatthebarre]

Me at work to a parent

"We actually will not continue this conversation if you use language like that with me" No time for helicopter parent bullshit. I am more than willing to help you and your student but no ma'am you will not curse at me.

[stephy757]

Beautiful walk this morning to get a quick breakfast before Summer RA Interviews! #furman #furmanuniversity #safit (at Furman Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvJlRACA8Oy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13qou0eabhy8x

[50andactive]

Ready for day 2 and Whoop said my body is ready. #aliencourtsports #prokennexpickleball #teamvulcan #whoop #49livingmybestlife #safitness #pickleball (at Cedar Park Parks & Recreation) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5slhtCH0vA/?igshid=woqyi4w1b01n

[walkinthewoods21]

Meal prepping means making smart choices. #safit #365fit #newme #fitnessjourney

[drmnola]

#latergram This morning’s #pregymselfie and #postgymselfie 🤦🏾‍♂️💆🏾‍♂️ Gotta keep working...must.find.date.or.mate! LOL #drmnola #nola #safit (at New Orleans, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpkxcJ5FRqp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13k21sle350l5

[marcdietschi]

#fitnessinnovation #swiss #safit #onceaweek #onmydesk (hier: FlowerPower)

[qmovements]

Yum!!! Easy & good for your body #qmovements #thirstquencher #safit #hydrate

[stephy757]

Another walk across campus. #furmanuniversity #safit (at Furman University) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpnDAXagG6L/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e7qeyvm48fjo

[50andactive]

Texas Outdoor in November #safitness #aliencourtsports #prokennexracquetball #prokennexracquetball #texasracquetball #texasoutdoorracquetball #saoutdoors (at Escobar Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqAwP3XHaba/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s1g2fs0hhunq

[fitnessthatroars-blog]

Last weekend at VA Bluff, this weekend did again at VA gateway. #fitnessneverstops ____ #fitnesslifestyle #fitnessthatroars #earobicsclass #marathon #kick #stepcardio #hilo #fitfam #gymflow #gymmotivation #gymrat #fitfam #safit #aestheticbodybuilding #fitnessmotivation #fitspiration #fitspo #earobics

[probablyasocialecologist]

Advancing towards an ethic of survival in facing the incremental destruction identified as the ecological crisis, we do not fully discard of the old ethic, the old morality of humanism. Maintaining our morality in the struggle for species survival by setting limits to growth of production, consumption, and human reproduction, would mean — according to our back and forth between new and old ethics — upholding the autonomy of the individual while assuming, individually and collectively, a responsibility towards the whole.

Ilan Safit, The Ethics of Survival: Responsibility and Sacrifice in Environmental Ethics