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wally1266 · 1 year

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"So You Can Judge Correctly"

“So You Can Judge Correctly”

24 Look beneath the surface so you can judge correctly.”– John 7:24 NLT John 7:20-24 NLT Doesn’t the crowd in Jerusalem that day kind of remind us of ourselves? Aren’t we always pointing fingers at others and trying to justify why and when we do what we do? Jesus pointed out some of the things that they and their ancestors had done on the Sabbath. Under the law, if the eighth day after birth…

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#circumcising #correctly #judge #law #salvation

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incognitopolls · 2 months

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about the body #submitted nov 28 #anatomy #circumcision #human anatomy #nsft

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magnetothemagnificent · 1 year

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Do you think the sudden outcry against circumcision is rooted in antisemitism? I feel like it is... every person i know who has been circumcised has stated its never posed an issue for them in their life, they've never even thought of it. And I've noticed a lot of these groups are funded by Christian groups, and often even compare circumcision to female genital mutilation, which is in no way ever comparable. I've been trying to help people consider this child be true, but they always say I'm just trying to center Jewish issues too much in an issue that's unrelated.

Oh it's most definitely rooted in antisemitism (also Islamophobia in modern tomes, but anti-circumcision rhetoric wielded against Jews predates Islam). The ancient Greeks and Romans considered circumcised penises to be inferior, and numerous occupiers of Judea placed bans on circumcision to oppress the Jewish people. I wouldn't call the "outcry against circumcision" is sudden at all- it goes back for millennia.

While many cultures practice circumcision, in Western society, circumcision is most associated with Jews. The idea of circumcision as being uniquely barbaric is tied to blood libel which paints Jews as bloodthirsty child molesters and abusers. It is no coincidence that most anti-circumcision groups are funded by Christians- Christianity has demonized circumcision ever since it broke away from Judaism.

Circumcision doesn't really cause significant changes in penis sensation or functionality, and contrary to popular belief, Jews don't circumcise for any aesthetic or sexual reason (like these anti-circumcision "activists" like to claim)- it's purely because it's what G-d commanded us to and because it's our mark of our covenant with Him. And it's absolutely a disservice to victims of FGM to compare circumcision to it.

Anti-circumcision rhetoric cannot be separated from antisemitism.

#antisemitism #circumcision

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reality-detective · 3 months

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The Rabbit 🐇 Hole 🕳️ goes much deeper 🤔

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realbeefman · 4 months

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house would ask chase to circumcise him then act shocked and appalled when chase says his priest training didn’t include circumcisions. he’d then say something antisemitic in a way scholars haven’t conceptualized yet and leave to go harass wilson

#circumcision on my mind a lot recently not sure why #house md #gregory house #robert chase #hilson #cw antisemitism

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lululandd · 11 months

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whiskey sour;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 1577

warnings: meet..cute(?)

note: my heart said angst but my brain said fluff, and i cant write without a brain so… (also on ao3)

summary: the man at the bar never talks. not to women hitting on him, not to the men squaring him up for fights.

You see him every weekend for 3 months straight, sitting at the same place, wearing some rotation of dark hoodies, and sporting some manly drink that seem like they taste as angry as he looks. You notice the only one he talks to is the bartender. And now you, apparently.

You trudged into the bar with a sour face and a sour mood and sat next to him, which you wouldn’t do if there was legitimately any other seat. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.” You pointed at his drink after getting the barkeep’s attention.

It surprised you when the drink came less than a third of the glass it came in. Did the bartender think you’re a pussy and gave you less? Whatever.

So you downed it in one go.

Horrible idea. It burned from your tongue down to your esophagus, and you coughed your lungs out for a solid minute while tears streamed down your face before the fire dissipates.

“You’re supposed to sip.” You heard someone mutter after your body stopped being dramatic over the drink.

Who the fuc—

“You savour it.” He chided. Oh, it’s the quiet man. So the reason no one talked to him is because he’s some kind of obnoxious fuck?

“No ‘you allright’ or ‘you okay’? Straight to the lecture?” You bit back. Fuck, you feel like purposefully bumping into him as you slid off your seat, but he’s built like a tank and you’re not going to test whether you’re wet noodle or wet tissue against him right now. You trudged out of the bar you entered not fifteen minutes ago, and out of anger you promise to never go back.

And by never you mean like two years. You’ve changed jobs, moved closer to work, and now you literally live above said bar you never wanna go back to.

Fuck.

A few weeks went by before seeing him again. Still sitting in the same place, still wearing dark hoodies, still staring daggers at everyone. You changed your mind on drinking that day, not when he’s around.

But the next day you weren’t so lucky. Thinking he wouldn’t be there—since it was a weekday—you plopped right in front of the barkeep and asked him about rumours and gossips of the week.

“Well, that hot widow I kinda fancy got a date yesterday, seemed like it went well.”

You rolled your eyes, “If only you asked her out first.”

He laughed as he slides you a glass of water. “Did that at a previous place, people think they get free drinks when they date a bartender.”

“Wait, you don’t?”

“Nah. I mean, I’ll give them some but lots take it too far and think they can order for a group.”

You scrunched you nose, “I think you just dated shit people, Sam.”

He scoffed, “Shut the fuck up.”

His attention was away from your a second and you decided to take a glance at who ordered. It’s him. You didn’t even notice when he came, to think someone his size would make a lot of noise when they walk. But you were too caught up in conversation, you guess.

When he got back he grabbed two glasses and filled it with a big ball of ice and poured very little of what you think was bourbon into the glasses. You had learnt a little here and there, since you do live above and spend some time with Sam on slow days. To your surprise he handed one to you.

You immediately looked towards the man’s direction and he waved his glass at you.

Oh no.

Taking a deep breath, you grab the glass and place yourself next to him.

“Allright?”

You sighed, “Yeah, don’t worry, I remember this is a sippy drink and not a gulpy drink.”

“Good.”

“Thanks, by the way.” You raised your glass and started sipping. You can’t hide your wince. This would definitely be a good if you were depressed or sad or trying to forget a horrible incident or getting over a breakup, but things are way too nice in your life for you to enjoy it properly. “Would you be offended if I asked the barkeep to make this into a whiskey sour?”

He answered by waving Sam down.

As your drinks slowly diminish, you learn exactly two things about him. His name is Simon and he likes dogs. The man dodged so many questions like Neo and those fucking bullets, and if Sam didn’t somehow made the previously godawful whiskey taste so goddamn tasty you would’ve probably gone upstairs and to bed by now.

But Simon is a good listener, so whenever you feel like having a drink, you sit next to him. It’s definitely a biased opinion, but you think it’s highly unfair that he is as funny as he is attractive. He’s cracking jokes as if his life depended on it, like an ugly kid that had to make his way through school being funny to avoid getting bullied. You also learnt one new thing about him, he has a friend called Soap. Of course you didn’t ask about him, because you know he doesn’t divulge any information, but it’s really funny that the other man calls him quite often lately and then hearing them bantering back and forth for a couple minutes before you can hear the scot on the other end of the phone yell something so scottish you couldn’t understand a word. For a little while you fall into this fun routine, until he stopped coming one day. You think nothing of it at first, like he is a grown man and he could have those seasonal jobs, but weeks turned to months and you miss your drinking buddy.

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It was a rainy afternoon, and you opted to wait at the office an extra two hours for the rain to lighten up at least a little. Regret settled deep in your bones for rejecting so many ride home offers, as you wrung what you could of your wet clothes. Some fucker in a pickup truck thought it would be funny to drive at sixty by some puddles and splash everyone at the sidewalk. Everyone huddled under the same awning to try and clean themselves up and share their plight. After feeling dry enough, you started to head back when you heard your name being called by a familiar voice, and then a hand on your shoulder.

“You look like a wet rat.”

Fighting words. Those are fighting words. You did the one thing you know is appropriate for such a greeting.

You hugged him. Wet clothes and all.

He was tense for the duration of the hug, and ended it quickly with pats to your upper back. A wide smirk graced your face as you looked up at him, and you can immediately tell—albeit covered by a face mask—that he’s unhappy of the outcome.

“Hi.” You greeted, the smirk getting wider at his apparent annoyance.

“There’s a kebab place nearby. Let’s go.”

It was a seven minute walk, and you were glad the place he led you to was rather dirty, cramped, and two girls were doing their homework on a table at the back. The food will definitely be good. You looked around for a place to sit after telling him what you wanted. Scouting for a table with no food left, you stood near a family of four and waited for them to leave.

Simon came back with the food you ordered and some drinks you definitely didn’t tell him to get. But it was apparently some foreign soda that you’ve never seen, and you were happy to get to try it. Halfway through your meal someone clapped his shoulders and you swear he was about to stand up and do something until he saw the other man’s face.

The man with a mohawk started, “Who’s this, LT?”

Simon skipped too many beats to answer, and looking at his face, you swear he was legitimately about to throw down, so you did what you think would be natural at a time like this.

“Oh, uhh… I don’t know him, I just sat here because the place was full.”

He then introduces himself. “Hi, I’m Johnny. This here is my mate, Simon.”

“Piss off, Johnny.”

Johnny laughed, and when he went to the cashier you were afraid he would join you, but he said goodbye as soon as he got his order.

Both of you ate in silence for a bit. “So you don’t know me, huh?” He finally cracked, smiling at you.

Oh thank god, you thought he was mad, “Sorry, you looked really uncomfortable.”

“That bad?”

You slowly nodded, “Honestly, yeah. Scared you were gonna beat him up on the spot.”

“Nah.” He sipped on his soda, contemplating something. “Do that at work though, not here.”

You blinked. “You’re gonna beat him up.. At work?”

He raised his eyebrows as a confirmation, and you can see he’s not gonna elaborate.

Leaving the place, he walked you back to your place, under the guise of needing a drink after having such a ‘rough night’.

“Why?” You teased him as you two walked in, “Is it rough because now your friend thinks you like people that looks like a wet rat?”

“Nah. He already knows I do.”

“What?”

He doesn’t say anything else, but he did tell Sam to make two whiskey sours.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing #ngl there was supposed to be a line saying #‘yeah well you look like youd rather be circumcised for a 2nd time’#but someone (>:3) said brits dont get circumcisions so #that went out the window

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mapsontheweb · 3 months

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Rates of Male Circumcision in the Middle East

by u/Feisty_Net2948

#maps #Feisty_Net2948 #middle east #circumcision

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noyzinerd · 1 year

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Stiles: Sometimes I watch gangbangs. You know, the ones that have one woman and an entire room of men.

Stiles: Not to jerk off or anything. I just like watching the line of guys in the back and trying to imagine what they're talking about to each other as they awkwardly stand around, waiting for their turn. Stiles: Like, can you imagine two guys, that only just met that morning, desperately trying to stay hard as they make small talk about how congested L.A. traffic has gotten recently while they wait for the eight guys in front of them to finish up?

Stiles: Meanwhile, the girl is having the time of her life delegating which guy gets to fuck which hole and for how long, like a queen sprinkling gold coins off her balcony at the peasants.

Stiles: Anyway, that concludes my report on "Powerful Women In History".

[Later]

Derek:

Derek: I can't believe they gave you a 75 for that.

Stiles: Eh. It was extra credit anyway.

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #incorrect teen wolf #He did this for a Forensic Anthropology course #Proving that the time he wrote the history of circumcision on his econ test was not an isolated incident #I feel like Stiles has such fantastic grades that he just gets bored and does crazy shit like this when he knows he can afford to

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foursaints · 22 days

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barty crouch jr uncircumcised so evan can do it himself

i love this beautiful website

#a #I LOVE IT HERE #rose & thorn #how intimate…. i think they both prefer barty uncut tho.#when barty begins to act up evan threatens to circumcise him except the threat actually carries a pretty significant amount of weight #he would and he will

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fafnir19 · 3 months

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Circumcised Budget

Tylor despised the football jocks at school. Not only did they behave as if they owned the world, they also received a significant portion of the school budget – leaving no money for Tylor's science subjects. However, rumors circulated about a temple of a dark cult within the school. With most afternoon courses canceled due to budget constraints, except for football training, Tylor found himself with free time on his hands. The scientist within him couldn't resist the urge to visit the temple. The temple was a massive building with residential quarters and a main section with an altar and marble columns.

Tylor's heart thudded in his chest as he stepped into the dimly lit temple. The marble columns rose high above him, casting elongated shadows along the cold stone floor. The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, adding to the mystique.

Tylor wandered cautiously through the ancient corridors until he was approached by a figure clad in dark robes. "Who dares intrude upon our sanctuary?" the figure hissed, their voice echoing through the hall. Tylor stumbled backward, his voice faltering. "I... I apologize. I didn't mean to disturb you." The figure's eyes glinted with curiosity as they stepped closer. "Rest assured, young one. You have not disturbed me. But tell me, what brings you to our temple? What secrets do you seek?" Tylor hesitated, then decided to be honest. "I despise those football jocks at school. They receive all the privileges, while my science subjects suffer. I want to level the playing field." The figure nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of their lips. "Ah, I understand your frustration. Fear not, for our Grandmaster possesses the ability to grant your desires. Follow me. The figure led Tylor to a secluded chamber where a man with a dark and seductive aura waited for them. The Grandmaster, Darius, studied Tylor with a penetrating gaze. "So, young one, you wish to change the tides of fortune?" Darius spoke, his voice carrying an air of authority. Tylor nodded nervously. "Yes, Grandmaster. I want to receive a bit more privileges. The football jocks have such a big budget but what is with science." Darius waved a hand, summoning a swirl of mist that danced before Tylor's eyes. "Then you shall have your wish. Attend our rituals every other day, and your desires shall be fulfilled."

Two weeks passed, and Tylor couldn't believe his eyes. The school's science budget had miraculously slightly increased. The rumors were true - dark magic held true power.

Filled with a newfound enthusiasm, Tylor approached Darius once more, ready to take the next step. "What must I do to claim the same budget as the jocks, Grandmaster?" Tylor asked, his voice brimming with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Darius leaned closer, a glint of wickedness in his eyes. "To truly claim the same budget as the football jocks, you must offer a sacrifice. A piece of your own flesh. You must be willing to be circumcised." Tylor's breath caught in his throat, but the allure was too tempting to resist.

Some days later Tylor stood in the dimly lit temple, surrounded by the grandeur of the marble altar and towering columns. He felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he awaited the arrival of Grandmaster Darius. The whispers of the shadows danced around him, filling the air with an otherworldly energy. Suddenly, the soft tap of footsteps echoed throughout the temple, and Tylor turned to see the imposing figure of Grandmaster Darius approaching. His cloak billowed behind him, and his eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a shiver down Tylor's spine. "Darius," Tylor began, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I have come to honor our agreement." Darius smiled, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, young Tylor," he said, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and malice. "How eager you are to embrace the darkness. Are you truly ready for what awaits you?" Tylor nodded, determined to see his desires fulfilled. "I am ready, Grandmaster. I will do whatever it takes." The Grandmaster's eyes seemed to bore into Tylor's soul as he spoke. "Very well then, young initiate. Let the ceremony commence."

As Darius chanted incantations, a wave of darkness swept over the temple, enveloping Tylor in its ethereal embrace. Trembling with anticipation, he laid himself upon the cold marble altar, offering himself up to the forces beyond his comprehension. With a swift motion, Darius severed Tylor's foreskin, causing a sharp pain to surge through his body. The pain was quickly replaced with a sense of exhilaration as Darius put the foreskin upon his finger and the severed flesh transformed into a gleaming silver ring.

Darius chuckled:” It is done. From this moment forth, your desires are under my control. And your new desire, Tylor, shall be to become a priest of our dark cult.”

Tylor gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the weight of his desires shifting, as if a veil had been lifted from his consciousness. But as his mind began to clear, his voice betrayed him - "I want to become a priest." The words escaped from Tylor's lips before he could fully comprehend the consequence of his desire. He struggled, attempting to resist his newfound fate, but the compulsion was overwhelming. Darius chuckled darkly, reveling in his victory.

"But what about the budget?" Tylor managed to stutter, desperately clinging to one final trace of his former self. Darius's smile widened, displaying his satisfaction. "Fear not, young Tylor. I always keep my promises. Your wish is granted, my young disciple. From this day forth, you will become a part of the football jocks, with all privileges bestowed upon you." Tylor's cry of protest died on his lips. In a twisted turn of events, Tylor watched in disbelief as the football jocks from his school materialized before him.

They circled around him, their hands reaching out, and Tylor could only watch as they touched and caressed him. Then he saw Josh the jock he hated the most.

Josh spread Tylor's legs and began licking his hole. Tylor hated that thought, but his cock twitched and was soon at full mast. Tylor's feelings towards Josh changed and although he tried to fight it, his hatred turned into pure lust and desire. Darius commanded, "Josh, plant your seed in Tylor and make him your scion. The seed will grow and turn him into an athlete." An agonized scream escaped Tylor's lips as he felt Josh's hard cock enter his virgin hole penetrated, but soon Tylor was consumed by the pleasure. Josh shot his load into Tylor and his body reshaped itself, muscles bulging and his once slender frame transforming into an athletic jock. The pain mixed with a strange feeling of exhilaration and admiration for Josh as he emerged from the transformation, now indistinguishable from the athletes he despised.

The next morning, Tylor stood among the jocks, an enthusiastic smile plastered on his face as they made their way to the temple. With each step, a sense of belonging washed over him. The camaraderie of the jocks was rivaled by nothing he had ever experienced before, and the dark cult's rituals only deepened their bond.

Darius announced that it was time for Tylor's oath, and a hush fell over the temple. As he vowed to serve the dark cult, Tylor felt a surge of power coursing through his veins.

Darius was satisfied and said to the other jocks: "You were successful and Tylor pledged me his entire existence and his entire being!" That's why I give you the strength to beat your competitors and advance to the next football league! And then the chearleaders will fulfill your most perverted wishes.”

And so, surrounded by the cheers of his fellow athletes, Tylor’s transformation was complete. As they moved up to the next football league, Tylor reveled in his newfound desires and the darkness that now consumed his soul.

One day Darius asked Tylor, “Is it okay with you if I cut the science budget?” Tylor was confused and replied, “Sure, science isn’t real. Dark magic rules the world!” He had no idea of the true depths of darkness he had just embarked on, a path that would test him beyond his wildest imaginations.