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madewithonerib · 1 year

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Interesting to know this phenomenon how it was linked to GOD, then tied to crazy mood swings as if it dismisses the fact GOD exists

3.] Profile of GOD-Curious

He was talking about a much more rationalistic modern situation in which science and reason is still seen as the as the savior of humankind.

They read The Wall Street Journal's opinion pages & they like them okay—and they're traditional in their values, & they're kind of conservative people.

There are plenty of places in this country where you still can grow a really big Church with the old kind of Evangelism—in which you have good preaching and you've got great music.

You have great ministries to families & you get a crowd & in the crowd are scattered people—who are traditional & they're thinking they are good followers of CHRIST.

They basically have the furniture & they need to be roused that's what Dr. Wigand said:

They need to be awakened!

………………………………………………………………………...... You need to say “You're a sinner, but you haven't seen it's personal & you need to believe maybe in JESUS—but is HE going to be your SAVIOUR? ………………………………………………………………………......

And they get converted & it's easy, so there's plenty of places where Dr. Lloyd-Jones says, Christianity is fading away. It's still true and they're shrinking.

And I think it's fair to read this: Michael Wolfe at New York magazine, a couple years ago wrote this, he says:

There's a fundamental schism in American cultural society. Actually the fundamental schism in American cultural society are the people who say sysm vs. schism.

There's two kinds of people & I'm not sure which you are, but if you're on the other side of the fence..

I hope you understand what I mean.

Michael will said there's a fundamental schism in American cultural, political & economic life:

There's the quicker growing economically vibrant, morally relativist, urban oriented, & the culturally adventuresome, sexually polymorphous, and the ethnically diverse nation.

And there's the small town with nuclear families who are religiously oriented, white dominated other America with its diminishing cultural and economic force.

Indeed two nations.

The Supremacy of CHRIST in Post-Modern World by Timothy J. Keller

#lost #confused #scared #bipolar #polymorphous #morally relativist #adventuresome #schism #conservative #Timothy J. Keller #Supremacy of CHRIST #science #reason #saviour #humankind

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dt27mqf2e · 1 year

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omgthatdress · 4 months

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In December 1927, Norwegian-born twins Paal and Lief Roschberg started their career with a bang by impersonating the newly-retired Dolly Sisters at Les Ailes de Paris.

They then arranged to dance with Josephine Baker, until the other legendary Paris cabaret performer Mistinguette swooped in and took them under her wing. It was a very Taylor Swift-Katy Perry situation.

Later, Mistinguette would say of them, "They were so ravishing that each night after the show they would allow themselves to be kidnapped by beauty enthusiasts of both sexes."

The Rocky Twins became known more for their stunning androgynous beauty rather than their fantastic dance moves, they were nonetheless one of the most celebrated stage acts of the Jazz Age. They lived an opulent, adventuresome lifestyle that had them touring all over the world, funded by older wealthy male patrons.

Eventually, the two found their way to Hollywood. They didn't find much success in films, but continued to have a successful stage career until they split professionally in 1937.

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#history of drag #drag #1920s #1930s #gay #queer #lgbt #gay history #queer history #lgbt history #Youtube #bisexual #bisexual history

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maridiayachtclub · 2 years

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video games suck and are stupid and bad. i want to be in a TTRPG campaign again

#every time i think about running another game i think HA HA HA BUT THE LAST ONE BLEW UP BECAUSE YOU'RE A SHIT GM #but the voice that says YEAH BUT I'M BORED AND WANT TO MAKE ADVENTURESOME SHIT HAPPEN is getting louder and louder

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hellenhighwater · 4 months

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Just had a weird dream that I was about to ship out to be a lighthouse keeper somewhere in the atlantic but I'd forgetten to pack any art supplies and was frantically scrambling to scrape stuff together.

Anyways if you want to keep a lighthouse somewhere in Michigan you can kind of just...do that.

Bring a sketchbook.

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giddlygoat · 6 months

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i wanted to experiment with dave and buck fits and how they might dress if they didn’t have a dress code. some thoughts on the design process below :’D

i want to keep dave’s rose motif going strong in my art bc i feel like the rose at the end of his cutscene is really important to his character. the music note pin on his lapel is based off my chum @megalophobic-astronomer’s headcanons :]

he also has a big, bold zoot suit because i feel like it represents him very well. the butterfly collar is always a must and a staple of my design for him lol. golden box chains around his neck and hanging from his waist are mostly me projecting my taste upon him but i think he would wear chains and jewelry pretty regularly!

buck is all over the place bc i wanted to incorporate a bunch of different styles into one mess of a fit. my main inspirations boil down to Punk Butch at Poker Night lol. i think buck’s taste extends far past this look, and we know he wears a suit well, but i think he would be very adventuresome in his style. at the end of the day, i want him to look rambunctious, jagged and fun.

along with the built in chip dispensers in his arms, he also wears a vintage coin dispenser on his belt, card pouches organized by suit on his thigh, and fuzzy dice for luck on his key ring. this guy jangles! oh, and i’ve had lots of hcs about buck’s body for a while but haven’t drawn them too much yet. here’s a kind of outdated ref that still stands

he has a [convoluted and under-referenced] card shuffler in his chest and a roulette wheel in his belly because i said so <3 the gold trim and detailing is inspired by vintage slot machines and i wanted to give him a kind of cheap tin look.

i don’t have all my hcs for dave’s body drawn out yet, but i’m thinking of giving him accordion bellows in his lower torso and i know for sure he has radio dials on his forearms along with more speakers on the top side. i want to cram as many musical motifs as possible into his design and hopefully i will come up with more ideas for buck too!

#ttcc #dave brubot #buck ruffler #the duck shuffler #the major player #toontown: corporate clash #giddly’s art #no id #ttcc fanart

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c-rowlesdraws · 1 year

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a colorful recent commission of an adventuresome young lady named Avra!

#hyena #spotted hyena #anthro art #furry art #anthro #my art #purple!

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july-19th-club · 9 months

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love neal and el they're both sexy young brunette things with charm and adventuresomeness to spare and what they've chosen to do with it is be obsessed to death with the world's most regular man

#they said oh my god his exciting home cooked pot roast. his medium hair color. his cheap beer. i cant not fuck him and love him forever #this dude lucked into BOTH plump heart-faced prettygirl who will do all of the flirting for you AND lanky hotman art thief at the same time #god knows he did not do that on purpose . he has a type and it's Visibly Out Of His League but luckily #they also have a type and it's PTA Father In Training Loves Dogs Loves To Cook Like A 1950s Housewife #white collar #q

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fievelsblog · 11 days

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hi fievel, have you gone on any fun adventures lately?

I;m not so adventuresom because of my Scared

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comicaurora · 7 months

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I am interested in reading Aurora, but I keep getting distracted. Can you give me a reason to drop everything and read it asap? Also have you ever played any of the 'Tales of' games, I think you'd really dig the stories in 'Abyss' and 'Vesperia'.

your fondness for the Tales Of series indicates to me an affection for found families of pretty men in perilous adventuresome situations. good news about Aurora

#asks #aurora

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tropes-and-tales · 1 year

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AAAHHH! I can't choose, so I'll let you do it. I like "you’re really good at that." ; "you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break." ; or "take off your clothes" for cutie patootie Mr. Robert "Bob" Floyd. Pllleeeeeeeeaseeeee!

AN: 18+ only. Smut-ish.

You’re the one that broaches the subject. You and Bob are sitting on his couch, watching a movie half-heartedly as you snuggle up against him. He has an arm around your shoulders, his fingertips tracing abstract shapes against the bare skin of your upper arm. Every so often, he turns his head and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

It’s still pretty new, this thing between you and Bob. He had been content to admire you from afar, and you might have never even known about his crush on you if Bradley hadn’t intervened. Now here you are: six months into your relationship with Bob Floyd. Comfortable, but still learning about each other.

You love your time with Bob, but you wish he wouldn’t treat you like glass. You know much of it is just his polite nature, raised to be a gentleman…but he’s so precious when he touches you. So careful, so deferential.

You wonder what Bob Floyd might be like if he loosened the reins a little.

“Movie’s almost over,” he murmurs against your head.

“Bed then?”

He hums in agreement, and you take a breath to steady yourself. Still facing the television, not quite brave enough to look at him, you say, “Bobby…in bed? You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break, you know.”

His tracing fingertips still at your words. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you wanted to try new things, we can.”

He splays out his hand, shifts to cup your shoulder. “New things like what?”

“I dunno.” You shrug against him. “What about something like roleplay?”

“Huh.” Against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. Just a little. But then he says, “like teacher and school girl? I don’t think I’d like that. It’s kinda gross, isn’t it?”

You snort and turn your face against his side. “What about something where everyone is an adult? Like….I don’t know. Patient and nurse? Or professor and student?”

“Huh,” he says again. There’s a long moment of quiet, and you know he’s turning it over in his mind like he does a lot of problems. He’s examining it from all sides. “I could be a state representative and you could be my disgruntled constituent.”

It’s one of the things you love best about Bob. He’s quiet by nature, and people infer that to mean he’s weak or perpetually anxious. He’s neither of those things—he’s actually quite adventuresome, willing to try new things. He just needs a minute to mull it over. And he usually—like now—addresses it with humor.

You giggle against him. “Stern librarian and patron returning overdue books.”

“Cop and criminal, but the cop is a parking cop and the criminal is someone whose meter expired.”

“Dentist and patient who is clearly lying about their flossing habits,” you say, and it makes him chuckle.

“That’d be a good way to work in an oral examination,” he adds, and you gasp in mock-outrage, pull away from him and place a hand over your heart.

“Robert Floyd, you are a pervert,” you tease.

He reaches out with both hands and squeezes your waist. “You’re the one suggesting role-playing, sweetheart.” He leans forward and kisses you, a loud, playful smack, but there’s heat behind it.

You grip his biceps, dig your fingertips into the hard muscle there. “So….what do you think? Want to try it?”

People often infer that Bob Floyd is some sort of innocent, a sheltered boy instead of a career military man who graduated from TOPGUN, an elite training program. You think it’s his big blue eyes, but if people could see how dark his eyes get, how easily his pupils go wide with desire, they’d rethink their innocent baby Bob image.

His big blue eyes go dark now. “Absolutely,” is all he says.

*****

Bob doesn’t want to oversell it, and he plays it as cool as he can, especially around Nat and the other Daggers—but he loves you. A lot. He thinks someday he’ll have to pay Rooster back for asking you out on Bob’s behalf. He can picture naming his son Bradley someday in thanks.

Because you? You’re the coolest, nicest, funniest girl he’s ever known. And for some unfathomable reason, you’re with him.

Bob’s had girlfriends and lovers before, and he’s always enjoyed sex, but he never realized how…well, how fun it can be. How light-hearted. Sex with you is deep and meaningful and special, sure, but it’s also fun.

You laugh in bed with him. You make him laugh. You joke around, and all that merriment and laughter makes a lot of space for playing around. For trying new things. Released from the terrible pressure of perfect performance, Bob has the latitude to play in the bedroom with you.

Like this now: role-playing.

“Okay,” you say as you stand near the bed. He’s sitting on the edge, watching you with a grin at your obvious glee. “I got it. You’re an admiral with the navy, and I’m a private with a lot of disciplinary problems.”

His grin widens. You aren’t military and you know little of it aside from what he’s taught you or what you’ve seen on TV or movies. “The Navy has seamen, honey. Sailors. Not privates.”

“There you go! I’m so bad at the Navy life that I don’t even know what I am.” You try to put a pout on your lovely mouth and add, “that’s why my admiral needs to set me straight.”

“Alright.” He leans forward. “I’m Admiral Floyd.” He takes a breath and tries to slip into the role. He has no desire to ever be an admiral, but he pretends. He needs to be stern. He needs to be decisive. Maybe a little mean, and that might be difficult when it comes to you.

He also needs to keep it understandable. He has to simplify the language—otherwise your natural curiosity will ruin the role-playing and he’ll find himself explaining JAG and military disciplinary procedures instead of losing himself in you.

“You’re out of regulation, sailor,” he says, and he drops his voice a quarter-octave. “Your shirt is untucked and your hair is too long.”

You try. Goddamn, but it’s cute how hard you try. You stand up straight and salute him (wrongly) and say, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Admiral.”

“I’m sorry, Admiral.”

He shakes his head, stands up. He stalks around you, pretends to study you closer. “You’re a goddamned disgrace to the United States Navy,” he says. “It’s a sorry goddamned state of the military that we accept recruits like you.”

You turn your head (wrongly) and shoot him a contrite look (also wrong). “Is this because I stole that boat and crashed it into a sandbar?”

Bob has to bite the inside of his cheek at your idea of Navy sins. His voice comes out, shaky with suppressed laughter. “That’s the least of your problems, sailor. And eyes forward. Don’t you dare look at me.”

Your eyes do slide away from him and fix on the far bedroom wall. “I’ll take whatever punishment you see fit, sir….Admiral.”

He scoffs. “Yes, you will.” He comes to rest in front of you, and he peers into your eyes. You’re a fast learner, though. You refuse to meet his gaze. “Take off your clothes, sailor.”

That draws your eyes. They stutter on his before they return to watching the far wall.

You’re a fast learner, though. You lift your hands and start to unbutton your shirt, then shrug out of it. Then you unbutton your jeans, unzip the fly and push them down your legs, giving a little wriggle as you work them over your hips. You kick them away and then pause in your lingerie until Admiral Floyd adds, softer, “all of your clothes, sailor.”

It takes another moment to undo your bra and draw it down your arms, then to bend down and push your panties off of you. When you’re finally naked in front of him—your eyes slipping to his for a beat—he orders you to undress him next.

Which you do. You go slow, easing his shirt off of him, undoing his belt. You kneel down to work his pants and boxers off of him, and you shoot him a curious look while you’re at his feet. A question in your eyes. Which Admiral Floyd answers for you.

“Not that, sailor,” he says with a stern shake of his head. “You can’t get out of your list of infractions that easily.”

The problem is, you’ve sprung this on Bob. He’s game to play at this, but now that you’re both naked—and you took your time stripping him, let your fingers linger over his bare skin as you did it—the fantasy falls away. He can’t quite think of anything he wants to do as Admiral Floyd because he, your Bobby, just wants to toss you on his bed and make you laugh until your laughter turns to sighs and moans.

You sense it. Maybe you see it in his expression. You stand up and tilt your head as you study him, then you say, “we can stop, if you want.”

“It’s fun. Really. I’m just…my thinkin’ kinda goes out the window when you’re standing in front of me lookin’ so good.”

You give him a heated look, pointedly scanning him from head to toe and back. “Likewise, solider.”

“Sailor. Lieutenant. Weapons Specialist, actually.” He grins as he bridges the distance between you, takes a step until he’s right in front of you.

“Hmm.” You move towards him too, press the length of your naked body against his. His hands find your waist and pulls you firmer to him, and you lay your palms on his chest. “Would Sailor-Lieutenant-Weapons Specialist Floyd be interested in taking me, a mere civilian, to bed?”

He pretends to think about it. He screws up his face in concentration until you swat him, and then he answers you.

“I think Sailor-Lieutenant-Weapons Specialist Floyd would be honored, ma’am.”

“Ah.” You tilt your head up at him, and then you lean forward and kiss him—slow, lingering, the tip of your tongue tracing along his lower lip. “Then take me to bed, sailor.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He breaks his hold on you quick, scoops you into his arm and then walks the two steps to the bed, tosses you onto it. “As you ordered, ma’am.”

#ask game #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd imagine #top gun maverick #tropes and tales

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