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#I cry at my own creations
nmilkh0tel · 10 months
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a late night din
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solarisgod · 5 months
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Okay but at the end of Daniel, when he asks the prophetic How long, O Lord? and he's told that "when the shattering of the power of the holy people comes to an end all these things would be finished."
When the shattering of the power of the holy people comes to an end. My pastor interpreted this to mean (paraphrasing a bit) that Jesus will return when the church comes to the end of itself.
And personal suffering is a microcosm of the church in this way! Just like Jesus is there when we come to the end of our own selves when our power is shattered and we can't do anything else, he will step into history when the church is shattered and helpless and then he will mend it for us.
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emepe · 11 months
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instead of going to sleep, I decided to browse through the picrew site and found this one
it's so cute it makes me want to make one of my own (like, MAKE make one, not just play one)
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had a bad day today and that makes me want to stay up late and distract myself from everything, but i don’t have the energy to actually do anything because all the crying has made me so tired. but i don’t want to sleep either.
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valentimmy · 1 year
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writing a story about ocs is so odd because you’ll think you have it figured out and then they just gain a will of their own and do whatever they want and control your head like the thing from ratatouille 
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nullbutler · 1 year
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Tell me your stories with the character ais please I find them so interesting
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orcelito · 1 year
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sorry professor ive gone insane and can only think about my silly little gun anime
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vvanessaives · 2 years
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good morning i've been blushing and twirling my hair while drinking my coffee and reading the mutuals tags under that prompt fic i love yall
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ceruleanthing · 2 years
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I tend to sabotage myself in trying to spite others and it’s getting to be a problem
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forestlion · 2 years
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not to be evil and heartless but "i cried while writing this" or "i made myself cry" gotta be in my top 10 of im not gonna read this fanfic tags
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blackvahana · 11 days
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I said I was going to make visionary incense with the trees and plants that grow in this garden. i am.
Madness going fucking ham earlier... was a necessary fucking moment (insert what i said last night about deities' actions being symbols. lev absolutely Forgot to be more careful because Big Lev made him forget that on purpose). a moment of realisation of how strong the Tree of Madness is and. jesus christ. I am not. stripping its bark and turning that into incense alone
its definitely going to be....... this garden as a whole actually is going to be mixed and matched to form various alchemical shit. the Heart Tree (tree of me in totality) is definitely needed in the visionary/divine madness incense, but that. increases the effects of the Tree of Madness, so I have to be fucking careful. The Tree of Sleep, whenever it arises, is definitely going to be a component and I think its soothing properties will counteract Madness alllllllmost. more so Madness is the top of a triangle metaphorically, Sleep is one other corner, we need another contender in the third corner to properly balance out and neutralise Madness' complex ferocity.
anyway. remember what i said about big spirits acting symbolically? dont look too much into that
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ledleaf · 3 months
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My Magnus Archives obsession is going to be my undoing. I started it in 2020 so i missed all the waiting for new episodes. And ive spoiled so much by looking at fanworks. But i got my mom into it when i was halfway through S1 so i restarted it and been listening to it WITH her as in blast it on speakers while together but stuff keeps happening and we've only just finished S3. so while i know what happens i also very much don't. I knew tim was going to die 2 years before we got to that episode but only because of seeing "no beta we kyak like tim" while scrolling ao3. I want to engage so much with all the Protocol stuff but i can't! Do this! To myself!! Again!!
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seventh-district · 1 year
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CW vent post
man. i deserve a gold fucking metal for all of the self-soothing i’ve been doing and for not doing all of the vent posting that i could’ve been doing on here over the past few days.
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crescentmp3 · 1 year
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about to sob! genuinely!
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bunnybunbun0 · 1 month
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renaissance
summary: because Paul Atreides was a piece of art in bed.
pairing: Paul Atreides X fem!reader
warnings: smut,porn without plot,
A/N: with the hype of dune part two being released i finally got my shit together and watvhed part one years later and oh.my.god. Seeing timmy play a serious important yet loving duke just rocked me a bit. i hope you guys like this!
sorry its short i wasnt planning on writing it,it just came t mind.not proofread,we die like real man. english is not my first language so be kind!
you are responsible for your own media comsumption! :)
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credits to gif owner!
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Paul Atreides was undoubtly the prettiest man you have ever seen.
And after stumbling upon a book on what ancient civilizations considered art,you were even more convinced he was god´s most wonderful creation.
When he pants on top of you while fiercifully thrusting into your soaked slit,his black curls clinging to his pale skin with a sheer of sweat;a beautiful contrast with his dark hair and white skin.
The sounds leaving the back of his throat are a sweet melody to your ears; the gutural grunts,the ocasional moan,the pants of your name,the filthy things he whispers in your ears.
You were fully convinced paul was the most beautiful work of art youve ever seen,he was ethereal,every trace of his was brushstroke,you lost yourself staring into the honey galaxies of his eyes.
"What are you thinking about that is more important than my cock inside you right now?"
His dirty question gets you out of your head;a long whimper scaped you at how dirty his words were,you tried your best to focus on answering his question,but between his cocktip brushing your sweet spot so deliciously,the force of his hips meeting yours,and the sinful noises that filled the room,all you could do in response was moan and whine.
He lowers his head to your neck,sucking and biting the sensitive pristine skin;you shiver at the thought of being marked by his beautiful lips,having him set a clam on you.
"Answer me" he asks in a grave tone,a shiver rippling through you bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"You´re beautiful!" you blabber out in a high pitched moan,not even realizing how desperate you sound or how you´re not making any sense to him right now "you´re beautiful! fuck paul,you´re so beautiful"
To say that was not what Pauls was expecting to hear was an understatement,he knew you appreciated his looks;it was clear with your lingering touches on him or how youd be amazedly watching him while he did the most mundane of tasks,but not that you liked it enough to declare it so devotedely while he was deep inside you.
He knew your body better than anyone else,and he could sense you were on the brink of an orgasm,his hand reached down rubbing sensual circles around your clit,not once slowing down his thrusts.
You unravel around him yelping and crying out as your release washed over you,your eyes shut feeling the moment where you and him become one.
A few more faltered thrusts into your now even tighter pussy,and paul was cumming inside you with a string of profanities leaving his mouth accompanied with your name.
You both stare at each for what feels like forever,breathing deeply while coming down from your highs.
Paul was a completely different person once the sexual aact was over,the kiss he pressed on your lips right now was not desperate and hurried,it was calm,soft,he treated you like the wind blow you away into a pile of sand.
He slips out of you carefully,making sure youre okay,carefully enveloping you in his arms and throwing a blanket around both their naked bodies;a confortable silence falls into the room as thetwo of you cuddle,paul lovingly stroking your arms,ocasionally kissing whatever naked skin he could get his lips on.
"You really think i´m that good looking?" he asks with the memory of you moaning out how beautiful he was mid sex stuck in his mind.
In your post orgasm clarity your mind goes back to the beautiful paintings you found on the ancient book,the delicacy of the lines,the softness of the colors and beautiful tragedies behind every piece. The sudden desire to once again tell paul how beautiful he is and make sure to know your ancient knowledge with him are overwhelming.
You sit up in the bed looking up at his face,a smile immediately meeting your lips as you look at him and decide to ask:
"Have you ever heard of Michelangelo?"
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