#sanctity of free will

[tonyjwash]

Free Will...

Perhaps one of the most misunderstood concepts of life involves free will. Free will is your innate ability to decide how you want to live your life. Free will is the freedom to choose for yourself. Every human being that has ever lived has been born with free will. God designed man (and even angels) to have free will and it is something He will never violate. The truth that God will never…

[jinnazah]

also the people (esp white people in the west) asking to foster or adopt palestinian kids … y’all are fuckin sick and weird and twisted and so desperate for your white saviour arc and i wish all of the old testament curses for y’all

[prontaentrega]

completely baffled everytime i meet someone at college who doesn't want to do drawing/painting/sculpting/wtv exercises and doesnt want to read texts and doesn't want to be graded on technical skills bc it gets in the way of their creative vision or whatever. bro why are you on the read texts and train technical skills building then

[genspiel]

not my parents' church talking about the "atrocity" and "holocaust" against unborn children while completely ignoring the genocide of actual living people around the world... (:

[persimmontartkisses]

Me, in a conversation: What's going on in Gaza is genocide and objectively abhorrent.

Them: Well, ya know the Palestinians *random bullshit justifications for the slaughter of thousands of innocent people*

Me:

[livingecho-arch]

@vilestblood / hi we need to rp so *grabs antonín like squeaky toy & yeets him at vis *

THERE'S AN OUTSIDER AMONG US . with hair and skin white like the seafoam he stands out . yet blends in with equal height of noblemen who give smiles to the stanger before whispering in disgust . what a two faced country . . . but the alpha is interested : the unknowable energy this being gives only begs for vivisection of his body , his soul ⸻ his very essence must be study . for that is the way of vissarion . they do not call them the paramount of knowledge for nought .

but why are you here in this plague ridden place of shadows and sea ? the human doesn't seem to be the tourist sort . most would be in awe of the factories or the architecture of the temples but he walks — staring ahead through his helm . he doesn't seem to be looking for work nor schooling . there is a goal . . . but what ? how curious .

❝ pardon me but ⸺ are you lost ? i hope this doesn't come across as rude but . . . i've noticed you since i left church . i know the people here can be somewhat - well , wary of outsiders . . . but please allow me to assist you if you need . ❞

[lepidopterium]

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[dwuerch-blog]

Refuse to Get Stuck

Following are words from a ministry that I receive online encouragement from daily: “Refuse to get stuck in trying to guess what the future will bring, and what you might have to do. Conjecture is not truth. Take every day as it comes and do the best you can with current circumstances. “Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day…

[andrewpcannon]

Speaking for the Unspeaking: Bathsheba's Advice to Her Grandchildren About Living Justly in Proverbs 31.

Solomon advised his children using the words of his mother, Bathsheba. Don’t give your strength to women. Don’t live such a lifestyle by which you drink wine or desire strong drink. Essentially, don’t live life for the purpose of satisfying yourself. When we live life to satisfy our own lusts, hungers, or thirsts, we come to pervert the rights of people who are afflicted. We forget justice…

[mcondance]

me calling fontaine bc my card declined at mcdonald’s (I have 2 cents)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8HD7XqQ/

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fontaine would tell you to take your ass to burger king cause we boycotting mickey d’s 😡 THEN he would send you money and ask you to bring him something too 😋

[determinate-negation]

cant fucking stand all these smug liberals who just came out of the woodwork to opine about how important the free flow of commerce is. bitch shut the fuck up about the sanctity of international trade. this self assured attitude of “what did the houthis expect would happen messing with us” celebrating u.s. retaliation perfectly encapsulates this cruel imperial detachment of americans combined with an incessant urge to view real life through the lens of marvel superheroes. fuck you and fuck your product shipping times. putting on this condescending affect towards one of the only countries doing anything to stop the genocide because amerikan liberals delight in the idea of people they clearly see as inferior getting “put in their place” by the us. but well see how that goes

[fear-is-truth]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑

— charlie mayhew x nun!reader. | mdni

tags: mature content 18+・blasphemy・fem!reader・unprotected p in v・not proofread

a/n: i’m sorry

FATHER CHARLIE MAYHEW sits back in a wooden chair, dark eyes following you closely, but not with the sanctity expected from a priest. he’s holding a bible in his hand, fingers idly brushing the worn edges, but the words that come out of his mouth have strayed far from the expected teachings.

“celibacy,” he declares, “is a widely misunderstood concept. it’s not about abstaining, but about control. mastery of the flesh, not rejection of it.”

you’re sitting across from him, hands folded neatly in your lap as you tried to maintain a composed front. you don’t bother to mask the skepticism in your tone. “is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night, father? that indulging a little bit isn’t breaking your vows?”

the soft mockery didn’t deter him. if anything, it fueled him. his expression does not falter; in fact, he smiles wider. “ah, but sister. did christ not spend forty days in the wilderness, surrounded by temptation, and come out stronger? his words are laced with arrogance, each one delivered as if it were irrefutable truth. the towel around his waist slips just a little, revealing more skin, but he makes no effort to adjust it. his gaze never leaves yours, and the audacity of it all strikes you.

“is it not written that to know sin, one must overcome it?

under current circumstances, charlie mayhew is a man of contradictions—utterly confident despite his obviously flawed reasoning. it’s impossible to tell if he truly believed what he was saying or if he simply liked bending the truth for his own purposes.

“so what you’re telling me,” your voice carried a soft lilt, lips curling as you meet his gaze, “is that celibacy is… negotiable now? sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

slowly, you rise to your feet, deliberately turning away before bending down. the slit in your black habit parts slightly, revealing fishnet stockings, the round curve of your ass visible through the thin fabric.

“indulgence is sin when it lacks discipline,” he replies without skipping a beat, but there’s a new, raspy quality in his voice now.

“but when it’s controlled—when you allow yourself to feel something and rise above it—that’s where true strength lies. that’s power. that’s faith.” he’s idly stroking himself, slow pumps of his hand around the throbbing length. taking your own sweet time, you made a show of adjusting the strap on your high heels and allowing him to see the red lacy thong underneath as the slit falls open a bit more.

“besides,” he continues, “what’s the harm in understanding sin—up close? is it not our duty to learn the limits of our restraint, to test our strength?”

not answering, you simply sashay toward the priest, heels clicking softly against the floor, until you stop directly in front of him. his eyes follow your every movement as you free yourself of your garments, though the smirk on his lips never falters. you reach down and tilt his chin up with one finger,

“for someone who preaches so much about temptation,” you purr, “you sure don’t seem eager to resist it.”

he raises a brow, but before he can respond, you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him with deliberate slowness. your hand slides down his chest, fingertips brushing against smooth skin. his breath catches as one of your hands grazes over his toned abs, while the other squeezes his face with a teasing pressure.

“tell me, father.”

leaning in, you press your lips to his. when he doesn’t pull away, you deepen the kiss, gently pulling his lower lip between your teeth. his breath shudders as you release him, eyes scorching with lust.

“is this what you had in mind when you swore to be devout?”

a stretched groan escapes his lips when you guided the tip of his shaft between your slick folds. carefully, you sink down onto him, relishing in the tight, hot stretch—inch by glorious inch. your eyelids momentarily flutter shut as you were fully impaled on his cock, and just when you thought he’s about to kiss you again, charlie dips his head down. you gasped when you feel his tongue tracing slow circles around the areola before finally wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“ooh,” you manage to breathe out, and you immediately feel him smile against your breast. charlie starts to thrust up into you, his girth stretching you out to the extent that you can practically feel every ridge and bump of the veins that scattered along his length dragging against your walls. ripples of pleasure course through your body, the cross pendant you wore around your neck bouncing between your breasts with the motion.

the small room is soon filled with the slapping sounds of skin on skin, coupled with the wet suction of your pussy swallowing his cock, occasionally punctuated by your whimpers and his moans.

it doesn’t take long for the hot coil inside of you to snap. a powerful orgasm tears through your body, inner walls convulsing around him. within seconds, his seed is spurting into your womb, triggering aftershocks that left you trembling like a leaf in high wind.

charlie’s head falls back to rest against the wall behind him, as his cock continued to twitch deep inside you, residual spasms in sync with the weak fluttering of your pussy around him. your body is still tingling, a pleasant, dizzy warmth spreading through you.

“jesus…” you mumble, the words slipping out before you can stop them. he chuckles dryly, the sound rumbling through his chest as his hand lazily trails up your back.

“no, sister.” he murmurs, toying with a strand of your hair, gently tugging.

“it’s ‘father charlie’ to you.”

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[monstersholygrail]

You stand before him naked, your heavenly body basking in the daylight. The warmth of your skin calling to him, beckoning him toward the path of light. The path that leads to you.

Demon Priest reaches you, almost hesitant to touch the sanctity of your skin. He leans forward, inhaling your scent deeply and allowing your presence to wash over him.

You watch him closely with bated breath. The way he teases you has arousal gushing between your thighs. And you know he’s caught the scent when his nostrils flare and the slits of his pupils sharpen.

Almost as if in punishment for how you affect him, a torture he’s never inflicted before, Demon Priest brushes the tips of his claws down your arm reverently, leaving you gasping and a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“I have only ever gotten on my knees for one being,” he rumbles lowly, cupping your cheek, his gaze intense as he looks in your eyes. “Now I get on my knees for you of my own free will.”

He bares your throat to him, his fangs grazing your neck with his kiss. His lips leave a trail of blazing fire as he makes his way down your body. Leaving you to cry out, your pussy tingling with need as you lean into every kiss.

“Darling, I don’t think—“

He effectively silences you with a wet kiss to your pussy as you choke, your legs automatically spreading for him, your back leaning against the window. You meet his gaze as he looks up at you so prettily.

“Let me show my devotion how I see fit,” he nearly growls, his hands running along the outside of your meaty thighs. “For everyone to see.”

Your brows furrow, swearing you must’ve misheard him but his tongue slipping between your folds quickly diverts your attention.

“Who’s the expert here?” He adds with a brief smirk before fully diving into your pussy.

A fierce growl leaves him as your essence coats his tongue. His jaw unhinges, eagerly lapping up your slit and slipping into your wet cunt. Close is not close enough as he makes out with your pussy, eyes fluttering closed and letting himself be consumed by your taste.

Whines slip past your lips as you writhe against the window, shamelessly grinding into Demon Priests face. Your ass slapping against the window with every jerk of your hips. He can’t encourage your desperation more, short grunts leaving him as your pussy suffocates him. And what a way to go.

He fucks your pussy with his tongue, swirling the long muscle along your walls and setting your every nerve aflame. Thrusting deeper and deeper until he has you crying out and gushing all over his face. Your orgasm wracking through you and making you feel so utterly divine. Demon Priest is right there to work you through the high, swallowing every drop of your essence.

It would be too sinful to waste.

When your climax begins to fade, Demon Priest grins almost viciously as he leans back, his face covered in your release as he watches you sag against the window. He can’t help but peer outside of it, wondering who had stopped to enjoy the show…

For thou shalt not have a hidden faith but a courageous one. And Demon Priest would not hide his worship of you.

[nomaishuttle]

harvey just said to me "I'd like to get to know you better, Sanctity. Let's put aside our doctor-patient relationship." HIS ASS IS NOT FOLLOWING HIPAA GUIDELINES!!

[roebeanstalk]

i'm not sorry to inform you that sonic, tails, and co are furries and your sonic oc is a fursona

[tonydaddingham]

probably going to be an unpopular opinion but like. im looking forward to the possibility in s3 that noone will be a villain.

god being absent and removed because it's the most moral thing for a deity to do when she gave creation - all of creation - free will, even if they don't realise it.

metatron not being a tiresome machiavellian monster that we've been imagining him to be, and instead floundering like the rest of them because he's trying to keep the sanctity of heaven together in the absence of further instruction or guidance from said deity.

all the other angels being made empathetic to the audience not just because gabriel himself proved that being out from the influence of heaven made him likeable, but also because the reason they act the way they do is because they're afraid of further dissent and rebellion that could bring heaven crashing down.

i don't want a Bad Guy in s3, id prefer to be forced to confront how i think about empathy, compassion, and perspective