#LD ask

[im-a-freaking-joy]

CALLING ALL EXMORMONS/PIMOS

i have a proposition- lets all write the nastiest, most unhinged, atrocious mormon themed smut that we possibly can. It was honestly weirdly healing for me to read wild ass smut on ao3 that was themed around the religion and not the musical, and i want it to become such a popular trend for exmos and pimos to start doing that they have to start vagueing about it in general conference. It doesnt have to be good. It just needs to *be.*

Once im done writing my Ammon×Lamoni smut fic I'm absolutely reblogging this post with the link added, please join me in this unhinged rebellion

#look those two always had something homoerotic going on alright #even before i knew what homoeroticism was #just like. the inherent dom sub dynamics of willingly and happily listening to everything the king says? #asking for more duties just so you can spend time around him? #fighting an entire rampaging group of men intent on harming your b̶o̶y̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ I mean king's sheep? #cutting off said enemies arms to show him how devoted you are? #and on lamoni's side-- #giving up your kingdom for your “best friend” so he can be safe?? #protecting him from anyone who disagrees with you and thinks he shouldnt be here? #the tldr of this i guess is that if joe smith wrote smut instead of the book of mormon and making it into a cult i would have less trauma #exmo #exmormon #ex lds #ex mormon #pimo #calling all exmos

[wandasaura]

Wanda and Nat are both such sweet and gentle souls with R, so I'm wondering how a fight would go down. All 3 of them during an argument and the aftermath of it all

˚⋆。°౨ৎ wandanat and dove don’t fight often, they’re usually really good with communication and patience, but they do get into it like any other couple. most times it’s dove that's stuck in the middle as the two avengers go toe to toe, but sometimes, she finds herself in the center of the problem. their spats are usually resolved pretty quickly though, they’re too soft to stay mad for long. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

warning(s) — alludes to elements of ageplay/discussion of headspace although brief and non-descriptive, mentions of pietros death and canon events, primarily fluff tbh (i got carried away)

The air was thick as you stood red-faced in the doorway of Wanda’s office, flustered and overwhelmed as she trailed behind you, arms crossed over her chest, not willing to drop the topic despite your pleas. Poor Natasha was caught in the crossfire of your argument, looking between the both of you with a pitied understanding. Tension had been rising for days, all three of you had felt it, but the coil had finally snapped when Wanda made a passive aggressive comment about your recent comings and goings.

“Wanda!” You pulled at your hair, eyes brimming with tears that were both angry and hurt. You’d seen her like this a few times, but her anger had never been directed toward you. Now, her venomous words sunk into your skin as she seethed and ranted on and on about your absence and ill-mood. You couldn’t help the long hours you spent held up in the library. You couldn’t help that when you finally did return home, you were drained and too exhausted to maintain a proper conversation, just wanting to sleep. Your dissertation was due in only a matter of weeks, and you’d spent months slacking off in favor of spending time with her and Natasha. That wasn’t their fault, you’d never blame them for the choices you made, but there wasn’t any more time for games as your deadline approached, but she hadn’t seen it that way. “I’m here now!” You nearly stamped your foot, words caught in your throat as you tried to disarm your loaded girlfriend. Your limbs felt like jelly at your sides, nerves filled with static energy as you attempted to break through to her.

“Wands,” Natasha tried to interject for the second time, worry etched across her features as she watched you spiral further down into yourself as the argument dragged on, only a shell of the woman she loved. Confrontation was not your thing, both of them knew that, but Wanda had become so blinded by her own trauma, she didn’t realize what she was saying, or who she was saying it too. All she felt was that same twinge of abandonment she’d experienced on Sokovia when Pietro drew his last breath. All she recognized was that once again, somebody she loved was pulling away.

“Don’t.” Wanda flinched away from Natasha’s touch, her eyes slitted into daggers. She wasn’t seeing you, not really anyways. She was seeing red, and when she got to this point, so caught up in her head that all she saw was tendrils of chaos magic and flashes of red, it was best to just let her calm down on her own terms. “Don’t touch me.” She put distance between herself and Natasha’s soft body with a raised palm, shuddering violently as her emotions worked on her patience and outer reserve. You never liked seeing her like this, but you especially didn’t like being the cause.

On the few occasions that you’d witnessed this side of her, it was usually some moron at work that wound her up to this point, but now it was you, and you felt sick to your stomach watching her break. Standing in the doorframe of her office, your laptop still open on her desk and illuminating the otherwise dark room, you watched helplessly as she walked away, muttering beneath her breath that she was going to bed. Your heart sank to your feet as you watched the guest bedroom door swing close, flinching into yourself when the harsh slam ricocheted off the walls and bounced off of your skin.

“I just-” You looked at Natasha helplessly, not knowing what words to say to get her to understand. You didn’t have to say anything though, Natasha knew. Sadly, she closed the space between your lonely bodies, letting you fall into her chest when she was in arms distance. Your sobs broke her heart, but there was only so much she could do to ease the pain you were feeling. It was Wanda that you needed, Wanda that you wanted, but the other half of your heart was locked away and isolated all because you failed to better prioritize your work.

“I know, milaya devushka.” One hand held your waist while the other cradled the back of your head as she let you weep into her shoulder and dampen her tank top. “She just needs some time.”

A crestfallen wail rattles your chest, pleading eyes searching Natasha’s face for any indication that this isn’t real. You’ve never fought like this before, and you didn’t like the way it felt in your belly as you thought about the empty space that would take up your bed tonight. “She’s mad at me.”

“She’s not mad.” Natasha shook her head, letting go of your head so that she could grasp your chin in her calloused hand, keeping your eyes locked on hers instead of letting you hide away again. “She’s scared. You’ve spent the last few months attached to her hip, dorogoy. I know that you’ve been putting off your assignment, she knows that you’ve been putting off your assignments, but right now, I think she’s confusing your absence with abandonment. She’s not used to you being gone, just like you weren’t used to her having to work long hours in the office. She just needs to adjust, she’ll realize eventually.”

“She was mean.” You admit, tears soaking your cheeks as you rest against Natasha’s palm. She hates seeing you so beat up over this, hates knowing your delicate heart has been through the ringer at the expense of someone you love the most, but all she can do is be there for you and hope that everything falls back into place. Couples fight, especially ones in your situation, but she also knows that Wanda’s more than just a girlfriend at the end of the day. She’s the one you confide in first, the one you seek out when you want someone to understand you without having to explain anything, she’s your Mommy, and the balance of your relationship will never be as simple as just romantic lovers with a history of traumatic events.

“I know she was mean, baby. You just have to give her some grace right now.” You nod weakly, letting Natasha led you into the dark bedroom that lacks Wanda’s presence, sinking into the mattress with limbs as heavy as your heart, hoping that tomorrow is a better day.

˚₊‧‎ ౨ৎ ‧₊˚

Morning came before your body was willing to accept the kiss of sunlight against exposed skin, but truthfully it wasn’t the approaching dawn that woke you, it was the sensation of a body sinking into bed. With your head on Natasha’s chest, you knew it wasn’t the assassin that slipped in next to you, so it must’ve been Wanda. Her side of the bed had been left untouched, cold and empty as you occupied as little space as was physically possible. Her absence weighed on your heart even in your dreams, but the warmth of an additional arm slinking over your waist lightened that pain the slightest bit.

“I know you’re awake.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and gravely like it was every morning. Despite the hurt that gnawed at your belly for hours until sleep eventually took over, you sank into her embrace without hesitance, twisting around beneath the heavy blankets until your head was resting on the satin pillowcase and your eyes were locked with hers. She tried to smile, but all she managed was a weak grimace that broke your heart. She hadn’t slept a wink, bloodshot eyes and sunken in features all the evidence you needed to make that conclusion. “I’m sorry.” She admitted into the quiet of your bedroom, sniffling when the onset of tears made it difficult to keep her words even.

“I know I’ve been gone a lot recently, and I know I haven’t prioritized a lot of time for us to Wanda and Y/N, but I didn’t realize it would hurt you this much.” You whispered back, not giving her the chance to dwell on the mistakes of last night. Nothing could change what had happened, but you were willing to move on from it if she was. You missed her, you had missed her before she chose to sleep alone, but now that longing had been amplified.

“You’ve been fighting your headspace. I didn’t realize how much I would miss those little moments until you took them away, and I let myself think the worst. I’m so proud of your work, moya lyubov, I just miss us.” She leaned in to kiss your nose, laying her forehead against yours as your legs tangled together beneath the thick comforter, weeks of separation finally coming to an end.

“I miss us too.” You sighed, more than content with this simple moment, even if it lacked Natasha’s sarcastic wit. The widow was awake, both you and Wanda knew that, but you were thankful she chose to keep her mouth shut as you finally confronted each other with feelings you’d been pushing away. “Promise we’ll never do that again? I hated it.”

“Never again.” Wanda promised, “That was the worst nights sleep of my life.”

A groan interrupted your sweet moment, the redhead on your otherside finally having enough of her chosen silence. “You guys are cute, but some of us are trying to sleep.”

A giggle tumbled past your lips when Wanda rolled her eyes, red tendrils of chaos magic ambushing Natasha square in the face like the sensation of a fluffy pillow. Your laughter only amplified when the fit redhead twisted her body on top of yours, slim fingers digging into your ribcage as you wriggled and squirmed beneath her.

milaya devushka — sweet girl / moya lyubov — my love

#ld: asks #wandanat x reader #w: asks #[ ⧗ ] — asks #ld: drabbles #answered. #𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ #minors dni ৎ୭

[betweenbreaths]

Hii, if you're still open to the request from the NSFW prompt (your rafayel fic straight up murdered me btw), can I request #3 “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.” for Zayne please? He always strike me as an intense dom and I can totally see him saying this 🫣🫣

Thanks anon you're so sweet!! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you like this one, Zayne is surprisingly a strong contender for my favorite in this game now (I'm not sure why or how, I hated him at the start) so I had a blast with this prompt.

Hope you like it! ☃️

(P.S. for anyone else who might be interested, I'm accepting requests from this list of R18 prompts. Request guidelines are here as well. 😉)

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It’s not the first time you’ve tested Zayne’s patience. You’ve been late for your appointments numerous times now, with the occasional rain check in favour of dangerous missions that he would vehemently disapprove of. You've even left the hospital without your meds before, once sneaking out of your room after being admitted for observation, all because you couldn't wait two more days to be discharged.

All in all, you’re not one of his more well-behaved patients, and Zayne never fails to remind you of that fact.

Still, the strict doctor lets your transgressions pass each time with nothing more than a displeased glare and a concise scolding. Despite his icy demeanour, you know that deep down, Zayne is just a big ol’ softie who likes to geek out on medical textbooks, make snow-shaped animals with his Evol and stare longingly at stray cats passing by on the street.

He's a man who's all bark, and no bite.

...Which is why when he bares his teeth for the first time, you're not sure what to do with yourself.

You're at a loss in this position: lying naked on the couch in a certain doctor's office, arms hooked under your knees to spread yourself wide open for your audience of one to appreciate up close.

You're not sure how things escalated like this; you had just come in for a routine check-up with Zayne, only for it to be interrupted three minutes in by a wanderer attack at the opposite wing in the hospital.

Of course, you had headed down immediately to deal with the situation, although not unscathed; you had been a little careless that evening and wound up with a long gash across your forearm and a number of bruises after falling back hard against the concrete floor. Still, the situation was handled with no casualties or any civilians being injured, so that was a win in your book.

Evidently, it wasn't the case for someone else.

When you returned to his office, Zayne had been anything but pleased. In fact, he looked vexed, although he had said nothing as he pressed down hard on your arm to stop the bleeding first. In the end, most of your appointment was spent on emergency first-aid, but thankfully, you were his last patient for the day and Zayne said that your appointment would have to be extended.

The result of said extension is where you're at now; at the complete mercy of the doctor who's towering over you, eyes roaming over your body. He's looking, but not touching. Just like a starved man who's doing nothing but staring at a feast laid out before him.

You wish he'd just dig in already.

With a low whine, you attempt to release your right leg, only for him to click his lips.

"I said, don't move."

You obey his commanding tone, keeping a secure grip on your knee and staying quiet as Zayne continues his meaningless observation of your body, as if he hasn't already taken you and marked you as his before. He's more than familiar with your body by now, knowing all the right buttons to press and sweet spots to thrust into to have you craving for more.

"Zayne, please..."

"Quiet."

"It was an emergency, you couldn't expect me to sit around and do nothing while other people got hurt."

"Will you keep talking?"

"Will you keep staring?"

"Should I?"

"No, you should come here and touch me, since you already have me spread like peanut butter on your couch."

He holds your gaze for a few seconds, and you return it evenly, hoping that'll be enough to convince him to finally fuck you.

It's not.

"And I want you to take better care of yourself, but we can't have it all, can we?"

Zayne can be a real bitch when he wants to be, and it seems tonight is one of those nights for him. Still, a pang of guilt hits you. You know he's not mad about you doing your job; he's come to accept that your line of work is dangerous and that you'll stick to this even if it means dying in the line of duty.

What he hates, however, is seeing you injured and not being able to do anything about it. And you can't say you wouldn't feel the same in his shoes.

With a sigh, you relent and soften your tone.

"Okay, okay. How can I make it up to you?"

There's a moment of silence, before it's broken by his crisp, approaching footsteps. Each one is louder than your heartbeat that's drumming in your ears.

"Don't move."

He drops to his knees on the floor, hands roaming over the exposed skin of your upper thigh and pulling your moist folds closer to his lips. You keep a firm grip on your knees as he does so, whimpering in delight at his touch. Zayne has barely started, and already you find yourself having to bite down on your lower lip to hold back a moan as your mind runs wild, imagining him sinking his lips into you, tongue tracing circles around your clit and having you come apart with just his mouth.

You feel his warm breath fan over your slit, and the gasp that leaves you comes out broken. At least you won't have to wait long; it seems you'll be getting off easy tonight.

Quietly, you watch as he studies your dripping cunt before his hard gaze falls on you again, boring into your lust-filled eyes.

"Move an inch, and you won't be coming tonight."

You barely have time to register what he says, before he dips his head down, tongue sliding up from the base of your slit to meet your clit.

Involuntarily, your hips jut up, lips parting as a loud moan leaves you at the spark of pleasure that shoots up your body.

Immediately and true to his word, his tongue is gone, and you're left feeling nothing but cool air against your center once more.

When you look down with a noise of protest, all you see is Zayne smirking at you with his now moist, pink lips.

A sense of foreboding hits you; it's never a good sign when he smirks like that.

"That was strike one. Three strikes, and we're done here."

...You're so fucked.

#asks #Anonymous #love and deepspace #lnds #lds #love and deepspace zayne #my writing

[fancybac0n]

Tumblr-ite Queer Utah Mormons, I need advice

New to Tumblr, (only set up page/blog/profile or whatever literally a few hours ago), and I've got a question for y'all. How do I be who I am without being pushed away from the church and gospel?

I grew up in the church, baptized at 8, temple and went on a mission at 19, got home with the first wave of Covid RM's, and have since come to terms and accepted that I'm trans, and it terrifies me daily that if I ever try to come out to my YSA ward, or just any ward in general, I'm not just going to be ostracized, but attacked and have my belongings vandalized

Nobody in the ward has explicitly said anything along any type of "phobic" but it's hard to not let these horror stories I read online get to me. Any advice?

Hopefully I've done this right? I've asked similar questions in various discord servers, but this is the first public forum I've asked in.

#queerstake #queer pride #trans #transgender #lds #mormon #tumblrstake #ask tumblr

[thelowerdecker]

Fellow tendi appreciator 🤝

Hi, to you too another Tendi Appreciator!

Tendi Deserves ALL the LOVE!! 💚

#Star Trek #Star Trek Lower Decks #ST LD #D’vana Tendi #Tendi #Love Her #Orion #ask me anything #ask response

[goddess-reborn]

Rafayel. Sweetheart. I appreciate the thought behind it… but I’m lactose intolerant. If anything it would make the stomach pain worse 💀

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #lads rafayel #lnds rafayel #l&ds rafayel #lds rafayel #love and deepspace qi yu #lads qi yu #lnds qi yu #l&ds qi yu #lds qi yu #lads #lnds #l&ds #lds #please he’s so cute tho #he was so sweet #and when he asked if he should call an ambulance I actually did laugh lmao #poor guy doesn’t know what it’s like to have a uterus #I mean he’s not even human you can’t really blame him

[baileyboo2016]

proncess

proncess

#LMAOOOOO #Proncess Lanayru of LD-301 #bailey’s ask box #random!!

[loife1m]

DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU'R'E RHOT??

no :D

#loife answers #ask #ma lune <3 #appreciate the effort but I’ll never accept it #unless like #ld says it or something #but nothing like that will ever happen

[calqlate]

got promise everlasting zayne (again) on standard at 64 pity and lost my 50/50 to the limited SSR zayne at 32 pity :")

#💫—qq plays #💫—qq plays lds #what is it with me losing my 50/50s on lds omg... #i just want my lil fluffy bunny xavier... is that too much to ask for 😭 #zayne #li shen #love and deep space #love and deepspace #love & deep space #love & deepspace #lds #lads

[luminlunii]

I absolutely love your art! Do you take commissions at all? Hope you have a great rest of your day, and thank you for sharing your work with us all! :)

kKDSal;l;askkdsj,dkjf

I won't be taking commissions until early next year in like February(?) probably

#artists on tumblr #digital art #l;sakja;ld #thank you for asking! #i hope you have a great day too!!! :D #eweweeeeeeeeeeeeewwe #i just like sharing the silly doods of a silly little guy :)) #lumin ruminates

[nobodysdaydreams]

Thanks for the tag @informedimagining! Here's the opening to my next tmbs fic, which I was working on instead of the essay I'm supposed to be writing:

Ledroptha Curtain had completed hundreds of sessions in the Whisperer, with dozens of messengers.

And yet, for some reason, today felt different. He couldn’t really explain it. But the entire ride up the elevator seemed to fill him with a creeping sense of dread that seemed to be mounting the closer the elevator got to the top of the tower.

The “ding” the elevator made when it reached its destination sounded more like the ominous chime of a bell or gong signaling doom than it did the cheerful “ding” of an elevator.

Curtain made a mental note to speak to the maintenance man about that.

Then he walked into the Whispering Gallery.

But it wasn’t the Whispering Gallery he was used to. Something was wrong, he could feel it.

The room was cold, much colder than usual. And the chair containing his messenger was facing away from him, and it seemed larger somehow, more menacing.

At first, Curtain thought he was in the room alone.

And then…

“What is your name?”  asked the Whisperer.

“Shepard Quaid Curtain,” replied the boy sitting in the chair.

Curtain felt his heart stop.

“Hello SQ. I think we should begin, don’t you?”  asked the Whisperer.

Curtain quickly ran around to the other side of the machine, where he found his son sitting in the chair, wearing a messenger uniform.

But no…no, this was wrong. SQ wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Shep…” Curtain whispered.

“What are you doing?”

But SQ’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t answer his father.

Sounds like a fun time. Anyway, time to tag people: @myfairkatiecat @itsgoghtime @changelingchangewing @sophieswundergarten @kaslynspeaks @mvshortcut @oflightningandstars @phtalogreenpoison and anyone else who wants to join. Happy writing!

#Katie I hope you see this since it is still Sunday #tmbs #tmbs disney #mysterious benedict society #the mysterious benedict society #mbs fanfic #mbs disney #nathaniel benedict #ledroptha curtain #ld curtain #sq curtain #ask game #tag game

[wandasaura]

Dove has her girls wrapped around her finger, so what would an ideal Dove day look like?

— DOVE DAY

warning(s) — pure fluff, headcannon format

ꕤ an ideal dove day consists of cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles. she’s entirely clear about what she expects from her lovers when they finally have a minute to breathe without mission report deadlines or alien invasions. wanda and natasha don’t have any arguments, content to give love however it wants to be received.

ꕤ they wake dove up with kisses all over her face, lounge in bed until they can’t ignore their grumbling bellies any longer, and even then they stay cuddled up close until wanda chooses to be the responsible one and drags them downstairs and into the kitchen for a homemade breakfast of belgian waffles and eggs. dove sits on the counter dipping her finger into the powdered sugar when she thinks wanda won’t notice, and natasha sneaks her mouthfuls of whipped cream when she’s sure that wanda is looking right at them, smirking teasingly at her younger girlfriend who just rolls her eyes affectionately and holds back her scolding because she can’t deny how cute it is to watch her little dove wriggle around in excitement thinking she’s pulled something over on the all-knowing witch.

ꕤ they eat in the living room, which is a treat in and of itself because wanda is strict about keeping mealtime confined to the kitchen, but today is all about doing what dove wants, so they cuddle up under fluffy blankets and watch whatever movie seems most interesting. dove falls asleep everytime without fail, but she is adamant that it isn’t her fault, how is she means to stay away when her head is in natasha’s lap, her hair being twirled and braided, and her legs are thrown across wanda being tickled and rubbed and massaged. it’s clearly not her fault at all, and wanda and natasha are happy to take the blame, because that was their plan all along, not that their innocent little dove was aware.

ꕤ dove wakes up in the same position she fell asleep in, content to know that she hadn’t been left at any point during her nap, and depending on who’s closer, she sinks into their lap, chest to chest and face to face, smiling with a sleepy daze in her eyes.

ꕤ they stay like that for hours, making light conversation, cracking jokes, fighting off tickles when she’s particularly cheeky, until they get up to make lunch, which is always grilled cheese.

ꕤ natasha cuts dove’s sandwich diagonally, much to wanda’s displeasure because she believes in cutting it straight down the middle, and every time she makes a comment about it, it results in dove and nat rolling their beautiful eyes and calling her weird with teasing smiles. they eat in the kitchen, talking about life and upcoming events, throwing out ideas about how they’re going to spend the rest of the day, just reconnecting and making sure they’re all on the same page.

ꕤ after lunch one particular day, dove decided she wanted to go on a walk. the neighborhood they lived in was relatively quiet, and their neighbors were respectful enough to turn a blind eye when all three of them decided to venture out. they were just normal people doing normal things when they had the chance to be out together, so wanda and natasha agreed, although wanda was adamant that even if it was a dove day, she needed to wear some kind of jacket. dove huffed and stomped toward the closet, mumbling about stupid wind and jackets, much to the amusement of her girlfriends. they knew that she would freeze before she willingly wore a coat, but a sick dove wasn’t something they wanted to see, so wanda didn’t pay much attention to the mini tantrum that was more amusing than anything else.

ꕤ they wonder around for hours, getting lost down deadend streets, stopping at a local florist and picking up a bouquet of daffodils and daisies, taking advantage of every hour of sunlight they had left of the day, not knowing when they’d have this extent freedom again. when the cold became unbearable, and lips were becoming blue, they decided to go back home.

ꕤ wanda put the flowers in a vase while natasha made hot chocolate to warm them up. dove watched them fondly, content with their adventure and just having them both home for the entire day. it didn’t happen as often as she would’ve liked, but she would never blame them for that. she understood their commitments, but that didn’t stop her from wanting more of this.

ꕤ after hot chocolate was made, dinner was eaten, and pajamas were thrown onto warm bodies, they carried out the same routine as they did that morning, watching movies, cuddling on the couch, laughing and joking and just enjoying each others company until eyes were dry and limbs were heavy. so, they climbed the stairs toward their shared bedroom, they went through night routines, and then fell into bed in the same order they’d always kept. dove fell asleep first, then wanda, and natasha watches them both breathe until eventually she lets herself drive off too, already anticipating the next chance they’d have to do this.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff fluff #natasha romanoff fluff #wandanat fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #w: asks #[ ⧗ ] — asks #ld: asks #series: little dove #answered. #𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ

[megabuild]

etho can't be mormon because mormons don't drink coffee

yo what the fuck.

#anon #asks #amish etho saga #i do want to clarify again i never said he was mormon. im on the jw train. idk why we started going lds

[acourtofladydeath]

I love this list of WIPs! Could you talk more about the Jurian and Rhys heart to heart??

Ooo thank you so much for asking about this one!!!

It's a fic that's been on my list and slowly developing itself in the back of my brain for a while now. I spend a lot of time thinking about all of the things that Rhysand and Jurian went through together UTM. Amarantha was always wearing Jurian's eye in that ring, so every time she would use Rhysand and make him do things, Jurian was there.

Basically, Jurian is the only one who truly bore witness to everything Rhysand was subject to UTM, and I just want them to talk about it, victim to victim. It's about being seen, heard, and validated. Their conversation is incredibly vulnerable and raw, making Rhys relive all of the things that he experienced. But it's meant to be a healing moment for them both to finally get this part of their past out in the open.

#this is one i want to write so badly #the concept of hurting and healing in acotar is one that's very near and dear to my heart. #jurian #rhysand #acotar fanfic #acotar #acotar utm #UTM #LD asks #LD writes #LD wip #under the mountain #amarantha

[bookishtheaterlover7]

To add to your lovely post about “her”. That video her bestie post about the Saturday event, it looks a lot like that video she leaked on her IG story. Soft porn 🤮She is the opposite of what Chris is. She attends to events, loves the attention. Although we don't know how Chris really is, he doesn't seem to be in the Same page. We've seen a lot videos of him talking about how important spirituality and all those subjects, I'm sorry but she doesn't seem to be like that. She's out at parties. There is one video I remember seeing on tiktok, she was out with Scott and his BF in a Las Vegas show. All of them there, Chris wasn't there. Why?. It doesn't make sense ANY sense at all. Unless Chris lied to his fans for years, his choice of “bride” doesn't fit with him.

See! She did throw a tantrum, on the same spectrum as her very public strip tease.

She's getting predictable~ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Anyway, you are definitely not wrong, An🫶n. She most definitely isn't the right girl or match for our dear Chris. In any sense of the word.

Actually, when I did my digging to figure out why half the Fandom hated her so much, and called anyone that said, "Just be happy for Chris and Alba", a racist, I saw this funny post. Can't find it now, but if any of y'all saved it or have it in your orbit, please send it to me. I wanna keep it for hate reasons 🤭

Anyway, the post had Chris describing his perfect partner, personality and physical characteristics. Everything Chris said, she isn't. Most notably, "Chris Evans is an ass man!", I'm definitely going to be one of those people because that's what made me cackle, SHE DON'T GOT AN ASS!!!

Chris doesn't seems like the older he gets, the less likely he is to want to go out. He might just want simplicity, and a family (maybe he's changed his mind about that, but chances are he hasn't, I mean he mentioned it on The View), and hopefully less or total lack of pot and weed 😆.

He's probably waiting for a better person to come along. Because strong evidence suggests, Albitch with all her jet setting, attention whoring, and baiting with her equally thick faced soulmate, LD, is definitely not IT.

Is it too much of me to hope that she leaves SM for months again, after the whole fiasco with her loaned "wedding rings"? Because that will give me ALL the respite I need. Plus, I honestly wouldn't mind if we never saw her face again...

And another thing, I saw a post where she says she wants a family? I'M SORRY BUT IF THAT BITCH EVER HAS KIDS SHE WILL LEAVE THEM WITH THE OTHER PARENT OR THE NANNY TO GET DRUNK IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY BECAUSE SHE AIN'T LEGAL!!!!

And she'd be the type to post about her kids FOR THE CLICKS. I don't know what delulu juice the other side is drinking, but the pay must be nice. The ones exposing her aren't getting paid for any of this, but YOU BOTS SURE ARE MAKING BANK ON THAT ATTENTION HOG RACIST ANTI-SEMITIC SLUT!!!

#An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #Albitch is relevant with her stupid ass post about her clearly not owned rings #LD is no better 🤭 #seriously just throw the whole entourage away #🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #bet she wouldn't mind being over Yonder 🤭

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So, while I'm not a Latter-Day Saint and almost certainly never will be (for a variety of reasons), I find your theology fascinating. And so, I'm asking - what's your favourite distinctively LDS (as in "primarily or exclusively held by them") doctrine and why?

(By the way, I've been avoiding the term out of respect - is it okay to call you a Mormon?)

Hold on. You aren’t??? 🤯 my bad I thought you were as well, I guess because of the “latter day” part of your username.

Ok well now that’s out of the way (sorry!) I’d love to answer your question. I mean I love lots and lots of our theology and doctrine. I think one I really love is our much more expansive view of heaven than the heaven/hell dichotomy. In short, we believe that there are 3 kingdoms of glory, and whichever one you attain is based on the laws you were able to abide by in life. We’ve got the telestial kingdom (full of murderers and thieves and liars and all the types of people you would think of going to hell) and they don’t get to live with God. (Hence why it is hell because separation from God.) but it will still be a nice place to spend eternity. No fires and brimstone. Just lonely I think. And the knowledge of what you could have been but didn’t become.

We have the celestial kingdom, commonly thought of as heaven. This is where The Father and Jesus live. Also we get to be with our families, be married, become like God, learn and grow and be in his presence.

But then we have this Middle Kingdom. The terrestrial kingdom. This is for people who were Good people. They don’t deserve hell, they were good people who loved their neighbours and were generally kind. But they did not accept Jesus Christ. Or if they did, they were not faithful in that testimony. They will have the presence of Jesus with them, so it’s not really hell, but they don’t get the presence of the Father. And, they are like the angels in heaven, neither married nor given in marriage. They don’t get to truly become like God.

Honourable mention goes to baptism for the dead so that people who weren’t baptized in this life still get a chance to accept Jesus Christ even if they never got to hear about him in life.

I think overall I just love how great and merciful Gods plan is. He wants us all to return to him. And he knows not everyone gets a chance here on earth. And he knows we won’t all be faithful to the testimony of Jesus. But he still wants us to be happy in eternity. Gods plan is a plan for everyone.

As to your last question, we prefer not to be called Mormon because it makes it sound like we worship Mormon the prophet, or think he is the basis of our faith. We are the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We follow and worship Jesus Christ so we want to be known by his name. So I appreciate you asking! Thank you!

Here’s a recent video by one of our church leaders explaining this kingdom of glory idea.

#christianity #what a fun ask #still shook you aren’t LDS #my fellow LDS mutuals feel free to correct me if I messed something up #the church of jesus christ of latter day saints #my life