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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Evening routine with könig!! Showering together - him being so so drunk on how you’re so small like a fairy to him, both helping each other with washing your bodies and hair. Slowely, calmly - showing him that there is no need to rush anywhere, help him to get used to this pampering. Later on, when könig is on his one knee in front of you and drying you with fluffy towel and you doing the same and after this you both lay down in your bed, maybe your head on his chest, you looking at him, both relaxed in this lovely bubble😭😭😭😭

He’s been gone for over five months. He’s got a huge excitement bubbling inside him, excited to go home, reset, and see you.

He’s used to quick showers, he’s usually done in eight minutes tops, but if he lingers he makes it out to be ten minutes. If he’s being honest, he used to despise showering because it felt like it was just one more thing he needed to do.

It was like his body had been on constant alert, rushing, using some god awful bar of soap that was too tacky to touch and some 3 in 1 shampoo that he figured would work. When he came out, his hair was a bit frizzy, dry, and crunchy. He smelled like pine and Irish spring, but he felt dry and tight.

Until one morning you had slipped inside the shower with him, made him enjoy the water and the temperature a little more. He was about to step out, you grabbed his hand, telling him to stay a little longer.

“It’s too crowded.”

“Oh stop it.”

You had rinsed yourself, hugged him, kissing his chest, and leading the trail of kisses down his stomach.

“Schatz…” He had begun complaining, saying that he was going to be late.

“Relax,” you turned around and started putting shampoo on your head, then bringing him closer, putting your conditioner on his head.

“I already showered”

“I know, but a little conditioner never hurts.”

You then remembered his elbows and how he was complaining that they were rough from crawling around. You took out your body scrub that smelled of eucalyptus and vanilla, rubbing it on his arms, chest, and focusing on his elbows.

Once you were all done, you gently patted him out.

"See? You're not late." You called out to him.

The entire day, he felt different. He even smelled different. Whenever he came to fidget with his hands, they felt smoother, softer to his touch. When he ran his fingers in his hair, it wasn’t dry or brittle like before. It even stayed down and didn’t stick up all over the place.

He had realized what little you can do in the shower to come out feeling and smelling wonderful.

So this is why he’s bouncing up and down on the plane, excited to come see you, and relive this moment of peace with you.

You had been sitting down waiting for his arrival mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You already knew what he wanted when he first got home so you had brought some new scents, a towel warmer, and lotion.

You can hear the footsteps outside his house, the lock clicks, he’s already dropping the weight of what he’s carrying on his body down. He sees you around the corner, running in your socks, about to leap into him. He pulls his mask off, grabs you into a deep kiss, walking you backwards towards the bathroom.

You help him undress, pulling away the black shirt he’s got on, unbuttoning the cargo pants he loves to wear. He swifty removes the t-shirt you got on, and you bend over to turn the water on. You’re running your fingers underneath the tap, adjusting the temperature before you hop in and reach out for him.

Once you guys are inside, he grabs your face and hunches over to kiss you, both hands on your face. The water is hitting both of you, rinsing away the day. You turn around to grab his new shampoo, a pricey shampoo that you picked up for him, with japanese yuzu and bergamot notes.

He bends over, you pouring the shampoo into your hands and then scratching and rubbing it gently into his scalp. You make sure to get into every spot of his red-blond hair, and behind his ears. It suds up, goes everywhere, dripping down his neck.

He complains that it’s getting to his eyes and you laugh, switching positions having him rinse off. You tenderly wipe his eyes, standing on your tiptoes to reach, remove the suds, washing away the soap towards the back of his head.

You grab his body wash, lathering it up under the water waiting on him to finish rinsing the shampoo.

You start on his shoulders, kissing along his spine, reaching forward to scrub his chest, arms, and legs.

He lets out a small sigh of relief, your small hand softly working out the tense muscles on his shoulders, letting the hot water rinse away the soap swirling down the drain.

You softly remind him that you love and miss him.

He bends down to lather you up, as you do your hair.

You two stand there, engulfed by the warmth of the shower, the hot water hits his back, melting away the hard stress of the months he was away. Kissing you softly, nuzzling his nose with yours.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrap the towel around your head, as you try to grab the other one for your body, he’s got it ready, wrapping it around you, placing small kisses on your shoulders.

He takes you to the room, where you’ve taken out the lavender lotion. You put some on yourself, as he puts on his underwear, then have him sit down on the bed, where you massage the lotion into his back, neck, shoulders, and legs.

He’s telling you there’s no need, but you gentle place kisses on his neck and shoulders reassuring it’s just one more thing you want to do for him. The smell of lavender fills his nose, bringing a comforting warmth and sleepiness to him. You got down on your knees, rubbing his legs, ankles, and feet.

He gets shy, but the way you dig your small hands into his tense muscles, makes him feel so much better, makes him feel loved. You put on the cute lingerie he’s picked out, lather yourself up, and settle into bed, warmth embracing you both, as he wraps his arms around your waist.

Sleep both hovers over your eyes, he’s pushing away the hair from your face, placing kisses that your lips that he’s missed so much.

The two of you lay there, watching each other, memorizing the familiar faces that have been away for so long, just happy that you can be back.

#könig #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig x y/n #soft!könig #call of duty #request #this one was ok i think...#might come back and edit

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cyberp-1-nk · 2 years

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Okay so I got a funny idea for a request but if you are busy or just don't want to do it, then I totally understand!!

But my idea was Addict was sent somewhere like a lab or something along those lines to retrieve something like maybe files or some sort of item but coincidentally she runs into Ace who just so happens to be searching for the same thing.

So Addict being competitive and hard headed as hell, Ace and her practically race each other to find it and they end up somewhat fighting over it, plus the whole time Ace is teasing and flirting which is not making it any easier for Addict. How it ends is up to you lmao-

Of course if you have any requests feel free to send them my way!! And don't feel obligated to do this!!

[ Little wager - Simp Party ]

❝ SYNOPSIS; Ace and Addict have a little contest, ❞

❝ CONTENT WARNINGS; Slight violence, little zombie references here and there from said-facility. ❞

❝ TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict ❞

❝ NOTE; Sorry this took so long..I hope you enjoyed it though! I wouldn't mind making a part two for the interaction...👀 ❞

❝ WORD COUNT; 9,892 ❞

Addict walked for a while, unknowingly heading closer and closer from the very thing was trying to find. As the amount of guards became higher she questioned if she should head back for some backup...until she heard a metal door slam over to the right of her. She looked up swifty and spotted the room through the throng guards now blocking it. Addict set off running, eyes focused on the large metal door as best she could, jumping over the dead bodies. However she noticed the opening to that hallway suddenly slowly closing and without thinking she quickly swept under, grasping her knife tightly in her tight grip while doing so. Just like that- she was back on her feet.

It was when Addict saw something near the end of the hallway that she came to a halting stop, the wind almost getting knocked out of her lungs from how hard she turned on her heel and unintentionally slammed her cheek into the wall. She took a minute to catch her breath, before she creeped up slowly past the wall. She noticed that in front of her weren't guards anymore, there was a heavier presence now and she perked up at this.

This mysterious presence was a mutant, there was no doubt about it, seeing the weaker guards cower at the sight only proved it more. Addict pushed herself up and onto her feet, about to step out onto the path until she heard large footsteps from behind her. The moment she saw another one she quickly cowered, holding her breath and covering her mouth to prevent anyone from hearing her.

Addict heard the figure stop for a moment and she couldn't help but slowly peek her head over to look at it. The moment she did she instantly recognized the thing, quickly she tucked her head back behind the wall.

The figure then continued moving on in the direction it was originally headed and she found herself faced with a decision. To wait and see what was going on or kill them all instantly and see what was behind the metal door, whatever her decision she had to make it quick. She bit her bottom lip slightly, running dozens of thoughts through her head before slowly peeking her head out again. She made her decision, and slowly she began to trail the figure, ducking behind walls and using its large form against it whenever the thing would look over in her direction.

Addict took a breath to clear her head and continued to track the man, trailing him for a minute until she had the chance to kill. She didn't give the figure another second to keep talking, she used her low ground to suddenly sweep her leg wide and under the person's feet, causing it to fall back.

Addict rushed to her feet and sprinted towards the front of it, bending her knees before pushing herself up, whirling her fist back, striking the enemy through his face. Her hand had slid down, from his cheek and to his neck where it wrapped tightly. her other hand came over quickly too, her leg swinging over its body to straddle herself over him. As a moment of realization hit her, she registered who it was.

"We have to stop meeting like this~" Ace smirked out, as his hand lightly wrapped around the small-of-her wrist. She huffed in amusement, before rolling her eyes, but still remaining on top of him. Addict flushed, when Ace had pulled her hand towards his mouth, and started peppering feather-light kisses. She cleared her throat,

"What are you doing here, Ace—" Addict wasn't able to finish her question, the hand gripped onto her wrist tightly and was then followed by swooping legs that kicked her knees out from under her. The incubus then used his momentum and his grip on her side to remove himself from under her before she hit the floor. In the blink of an eye, the incubus had flipped her under him and placed each knee beside her hips to pin Addict in place. One arm came down right beside her head, whilst his other he used to swiftly lean down and tilt her chin up to look at him.

"Same as you, a mission." Ace grinned at her, as if nothing happened and whatever was going on right now was completely normal. "Zalgo wants me to retrieve something— I don't even remember the name, I just look for whatever it is by its appearance."

"You don't even remember what you're looking for—? Addict snickered, "I'm pretty sure I'm looking for some type of file, he only sent me though. I'm guessing it wasn't all that important."

"Is that right? We must be looking for the same thing then, and as much as I'd love to stay here with you," Ace pulled up his mask, and began to pepper kisses along her jawline and to her collarbone. He then, suddenly, nipped down sharply on her skin and Addict let out a small gasp while her face collapsed from its confident demeanor to something more flustered, "If I don't hurry up, Zalgo will have my ass. Though, I wouldn't mind continuing this little…interaction afterwards.."

After leaving several bites and marks on her skin, some that would be difficult to conceal, his lips found hers, gently moulding together. Entangling her digits in his locks, Addict tugged at them to earn a small groan mingled with a growl that bubbled up from his throat and vibrated against her lips. Soon parting, he rested his forehead against hera as a smirk pulled at his lips.

"Why don't we make this interesting, Addict?" Ace whispered, teasingly, "Let's turn this mission into a little fun competition, eh? I'm sure you wouldn't mind a little game."

"Maybe I wouldn't," Addict's lips pulled into a smirk, letting go of her serious demeanor. Something Ace adored about her, whenever you were close enough friends with her, you'd see this adorable soft side of her. She managed to slip from Ace, and she had pushed herself up into a sitting position by then, watching Ace before letting out a sigh and getting up. Addict pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her pulled up hair slightly disheveled from the pinning ordeal. "But, don't be mad when you lose." She smirked.

"Oh, but I won't lose."

—...—

The metal doors thrashed back open as Addict ran through them. She ran through the laboratory exit. Five of the infected chased her trail of blood. She felt as if she were a wounded animal running from a hunter. There were only two bullets left in her pistol and she had to make them count in such a dire situation. Her shotgun was out of ammo and taking on the five corpses with a knife was not an option. This labyrinth…it was strange.

She heard the infected creeping up on her, keeping in pace. Looking back at the decrepit faces of the walking dead, she saw their silver eyes staring at her with undying lust. She drew her gun and turned, aiming at the closest head in her sights. With the pull of her trigger finger, the bullet pierced the infected brain just above the right eye of the body. The corpse dropped and the others continued to follow, not stopping for their fallen comrade in its dying moments. Their eyes continued to target her soft and warm flesh, making their mouths water at every instance.

Addict jumped over logs and rocks in the way of her fast travels, her long legs bounding as quickly as they could. The infected were keeping their pace with her and panicked even more. The very corpses that were chasing her had spotted Addict just outside the laboratory's perimeter and had been following her since. Every time she would stop for a breather, they would catch up in absolutely no time. She had copious amounts of lacerations on her skin, both deep and shallow, that allowed the sweet scent of her blood waft through the air. She had no way of getting out of the jaws of death as the dinner bell continued to ring.

A stray root caught her foot and she gasped upon tumbling down a steep hill that suddenly appeared before her. Addict crashed against the rough dirt and slid into a small puddle, coming to an abrupt halt. Pain riddled through her body and just as she tried to move her arms to get up, she had immediately fallen face first into the ground.

"Thanks, Addict!" Ace quickly swooped in, grabbing the files, leaving Addict alone with the guards. He knew she could handle them, she was trained by the asshole known as Varrick after all. Though he still worried for her, quickly taking out the creatures with his own gun, he ran.

Addict's eyes narrowed and she swallowed a stubborn lump down her throat, gaining her footing quickly and got onto her feet.

Magenta eyes met with dark-brown eyes, the stare lasted no more than a second before Ace turned on his heel and set off sprinting. He didn't need to look back or listen closely to know that Addict was following him, this was a given. He had thought the openness of the field would help him be aware of anything around him, he had put a large amount of distance between him and any structure that someone could use to hide. But he had underestimated her aim, even at such a large distance, Addict had still been able to aim directly at him without revealing her position at all. As he sprinted through the field he came to a realization, in the direction he was running he would find himself entering a sparse forest that only led to a wide and wild river. He would be trapped.

Ace stumbled slowly into a halt, his head snapping from side to side and examining the open field, chest heaving with his unsteady breathing, and he could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. A large gust of wind suddenly enveloped the field, blowing his short strands into his face, jis hair now not long enough to pull back and yet long enough to block his vision just right. Both his hands desperately came up to try and clear away the hair, still holding on tightly to the files, the wood brushing against his skin as he pulled back the strands of his hair.

A sudden and rough tug came from the woman, he had such a tight grip on it that it pulled him back along with it as someone suddenly yanked it. "Sorry Ace, but I need this!"

#simp party #simp party my beloved #addict and ace hours!#addict my beloved #addict and ace!#Addict was going easy on him argue with the wall #like literally #also can I mention how cute and playful this turned out😭#i swear it wasnt intended-#ahhHhhhh #the last part tho💀#i was watching walking dead while writing this so forgive me lmao #LoOkinG BaCk aT tHe DecRepIt FacEs oF tHe wALkiNg dEaD #Me and my goofy ass writing i swear💀💀💀#i just got into a walking dead type mood..#is that even an actual mood?#idk what im talking about anymore ignore this😭💀

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drwilfredwaterson · 8 months

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Earthquakes in Various Places, Swiftie Stuff, The Oasis of Human DNA, Fighting Antisemitism with the Truth, Exposing Thousands of Years of European Genocide and Ethnic Cleansing Against Israelis and Hebrews, Reminding True Followers of Jesus Christ about the Truths of Jesus Christ during Roman Invasion/Occupation, and Fighting the Lies of the Antisemitic Antichrist Sunday "Lord's Day" with Scriptural Truths. Part 3/5.

Jesus died at the same hour (Friday 3pm) on 3 April AD 33 that the Passover lambs were slaughtered. (Wikipedia)

Also in AD 33, a financial crisis hit Rome due to poorly chosen fiscal policies. Land values plummeted, and credit was increased. These actions led to a lack of money, a crisis of confidence, and much land speculation. The primary victims were senators, knights and the wealthy. Many aristocratic families were ruined. (Wikipedia)

Matthew 22:16 They sent their disciples to him along with the Herodians. “Teacher,” they said, “we know that you are a man of integrity and that you teach the way of God in accordance with the truth. You aren’t swayed by others, because you pay no attention to who they are. Matthew 22:17 Tell us then, what is your opinion? Is it right to pay the imperial tax to Caesar or not?” Matthew 22:18 But Jesus, knowing their evil intent, said, “You hypocrites, why are you trying to trap me? Matthew 22:19 Show me the coin used for paying the tax.” They brought him a denarius, Matthew 22:20 and he asked them, “Whose image is this? And whose inscription?” Matthew 22:21 “Caesar’s,” they replied. Then he said to them, “So give back to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.” Matthew 22:22 When they heard this, they were amazed. So they left him and went away.

Luke 16:13 “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.”

This is all from Wikipedia to highlight how the genocidal Roman invaders/imperialists/colonizers/ethnic cleansers didn't stop killing innocent Jews/Israelis after torturing Jesus Christ to death because they wanted to and could, and why the European antisemitic antichrist Sunday "Lord's Day is perpetuating endless European genocide and ethnic cleansing against the people of the Almighty Abrahamic God while trying to erase the Almighty Abrahamic God of the Middle East, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam every Sunday now and into the future (if the true followers of Jesus Christ don't/won't stop bending their knees to satanic antichrist servants/slaves) :

AD 33: Passover Sabbath/"Good Friday", Sabbath Rest Friday to Saturday Night, Resurrection Saturday Night, Resurrection Message Sunday Morning.

AD 36: Pontius Pilate is recalled to Rome, after putting down a Samaritan uprising. AD 36: Herod Antipas suffers major losses in a war with Aretas IV of Nabatea, provoked partly by Antipas' divorce of Aretas' daughter. According to Josephus, Herod's defeat was popularly believed to be divine punishment for his execution of John the Baptist. Emperor Tiberius orders his governor of Syria, Vitellius, to capture or kill Aretas, but he is reluctant to support Herod and abandons his campaign upon Tiberius' death in AD 37.

AD 37: Peter the Apostle founds the Church of Antioch (approximate date). AD 37: The Pharisee Saul of Tarsus is converted to Christianity, after a vision. After the year 39, he is recognized as Saint Paul. AD 37: April 9 – An earthquake damaged Antioch.

AD 38: An anti-Jewish riot breaks out in Alexandria, during a visit by King Herod Agrippa I; the mob wants to place statues of Caligula in every Jewish synagogue.

AD 39: Caligula orders that a statue of himself be placed in the Temple in Jerusalem. The governor of Syria, Publius Petronius, who is responsible for having an erecting the statue, faces mass demonstrations by Jews of the region and manages to delay construction of the statue until the death of Caligula in AD 41. AD 39: Philo leads a Jewish delegation to Rome to protest the anti-Jewish conditions in Alexandria.

AD 54: Violence erupts in Caesarea regarding a local ordinance restricting the civil rights of Jews, creating clashes between Jews and pagans. The Roman garrison, made up of Syrians, takes the side of the pagans. The Jews, armed with clubs and swords, meet in the marketplace. The governor of Judea, Antonius Felix, orders his troops to charge. The violence continues and Felix asks Nero to arbitrate. Nero sides with the pagans, and relegates the Jews to second-class citizens. This decision does nothing but increase the Jews' anger.

AD 64: July 19 – Great Fire of Rome: A fire begins in the merchant area of Rome and soon burns completely out of control, while Emperor Nero allegedly plays his lyre and sings, as he watches the blaze from a safe distance. There is no hard evidence to support this claim: fires were very common in Rome at the time. The fire destroys close to one-half of the city and is officially blamed on the Christians, a small but growing religious movement; Nero is accused of being the arsonist by popular rumor. AD 64: Persecution of Christians in Rome begins under Nero. Peter the Apostle is possibly among those crucified.

AD 66: September 22 – Emperor Nero creates the Legio I Italica. He appoints Titus Flavius Vespasian as General of the army of Judea, and Governor of Judea which gives him command of three legions — V Macedonica, X Fretensis and XV Apollinaris. AD 66: October – The Jewish Revolt commences against the Roman Empire. The Zealots lay siege to Jerusalem and annihilate the Roman garrison (a cohort of Legio III Cyrenaica). The Sicarii capture the fortress of Masada overlooking the Dead Sea. AD 66: Mid–late October – Cestius Gallus, legate of Syria, marches into Judea and leads a Roman army of 30,000 men to put down the Jewish rebellion. At its core is Legio XII Fulminata, plus 2,000 selected men from the other three Syrian legions, six more cohorts of infantry and four alae of cavalry, plus over 14,000 auxiliaries furnished by Rome's eastern allies, including Herod Agrippa II and two other client kings, Antiochus IV of Commagene and Sohaemus of Emesa, who lead their forces (largely archers and cavalry) in person. AD 66: Gallus leads his main force down the coast from Caesarea via Antipatris to Lydda, detaching other units, by land and sea, to neutralize the rebel strongholds at Joppa, Narbata and the Tower of Aphek. With Galilee and the entire Judean coast in his hands, Gallus assumes his campaign before the winter rains render the roads impassable. He turns inland and marches on Jerusalem, taking the road via the plain at Emmaus. Gallus succeeds in conquering Beit She'arim (the "New City") on the Bezetha Hill.[3] AD 66: November – Battle of Beth-Horon: Gallus abandons the siege of Jerusalem and chooses, for uncertain reasons, to withdraw west to winter quarters, where he is ambushed and defeated by Judean rebels. Some 5,300 Roman troops are killed, as well as all their pack animals, their artillery (which is to serve the Jews of Jerusalem during Titus's siege operations four years later), and the greatest disgrace of all, the eagle standard of Legio XII Fulminata. Gallus abandons his troops in disarray, fleeing to Syria.[4]

AD 67: Jewish leaders at Jerusalem are divided through a power struggle, and a brutal civil war erupts. The Zealots and the Sicarii execute anyone who tries to leave the city. AD 67: Siege of Jotapata: Its 40,000 Jewish inhabitants are massacred. The historian Josephus, leader of the rebels in Galilee, is captured by the Romans. Vespasian is wounded in the foot by an arrow fired from the city wall. AD 67: The Jewish fortress of Gamla in the Golan falls to the Romans, and its inhabitants are massacred. AD 67: Apostles Peter and Paul are martyred in Rome.

AD 69: Judea: The Jewish Revolt – Vespasian lays siege to Jerusalem; the city is captured the following year by his son Titus. AD 69: Josephus, Jewish rebel leader, is dragged before Vespasian and becomes his historian (he "prophesied" him his elevation to the purple).

AD 70: 14th of Xanthikos (14th of Nisan, about April 14) – Siege of Jerusalem: Titus surrounds the Jewish capital, with three legions (V Macedonica, XII Fulminata and XV Apollinaris) on the western side and a fourth (X Fretensis) on the Mount of Olives to the east. He puts pressure on the food and water supplies of the inhabitants by allowing pilgrims to enter the city to celebrate Passover and then refusing them egress. AD 70: About April 21 – Titus opens a full-scale assault on Jerusalem, concentrating his attack on the city's Third Wall (HaHoma HaShlishit) to the northwest. The Roman army begins trying to breach the wall using testudos, mantlets, siege towers, and battering rams. AD 70: 7th of Artemisios (7th of Iyar, about May 6) – The Third Wall of Jerusalem collapses and the Jews withdraw from Bezetha to the Second Wall, where the defenses are unorganized. AD 70: 12th of Artemisios (12th of Iyar, about May 11) – Titus and his Roman legions breach the Second Wall of Jerusalem. The Jewish defenders retreat to the First Wall. The Romans start building a circumvallation; all trees within 90 stadia (ca. fifteen kilometres) of the city are cut down. AD 70: 21st of Artemisios (about May 20 or 21) – A "certain prodigious and incredible phenomenon", "chariots and troops" seen running in the clouds around Jerusalem AD 70: Pentecost (Shavuot, 6th of Sivan, about June 4) – Priests in the Temple in Jerusalem feel a quaking and hear "a sound as of a great multitude saying, Let us remove hence". AD 70: 17th of Panemos (17th of Tammuz), about July 14) – Sacrifices cease in the temple. AD 70: 24th of Panemos (about July 20) – Romans set fire to a cloister after the capture of the Fortress of Antonia, north of the Temple Mount. The Romans are drawn into street fighting with the Zealots. AD 70: 10th of Loios (9th or 10th of Av, about August 4) – Titus destroys the Jewish Temple in Jerusalem. Roman troops are stationed in Jerusalem and abolish the Jewish high priesthood and Sanhedrin. This becomes known as the Fall of Jerusalem, a conclusive event in the First Jewish–Roman War (the Jewish Revolt), which began in 66 AD. Following this event, the Jewish religious leadership moves from Jerusalem to Jamnia (present day Yavne), and this date is mourned annually as the Jewish fast of Tisha B'Av. AD 70: August – Titus lays siege to the Upper City of Jerusalem. AD 70: 8th of Gorpiaios (8th of Elul, about September 2) – Romans gain control of all of Jerusalem and proceed to burn it and kill its remaining residents, except for some who are taken captive to be killed later or enslaved.

Luke 22:31 “Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat. Luke 22:32 But I have pleaded in prayer for you, Simon, that your faith should not fail. So when you have repented and turned to me again, strengthen your brothers.” Luke 22:33 Peter said, “Lord, I am ready to go to prison with you, and even to die with you.” Luke 22:34 But Jesus said, “Peter, let me tell you something. Before the rooster crows tomorrow morning, you will deny three times that you even know me.”

There are no Abrahamic scriptures in Christianity, Judaism, or Islam that specify the Abrahamic Sabbath is on the first day of the week, Sunday.

There are no Abrahamic scriptures in Christianity, Judaism, or Islam that confer greater authority than the Abrahamic God upon any human being.

There are no Abrahamic scriptures in Christianity, Judaism, or Islam that give a human being the authority to dismiss the commandments of the Almighty Abrahamic God.

Matthew 5:15 No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house. Matthew 5:16 In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father. Matthew 5:17 “Don’t misunderstand why I have come. I did not come to abolish the law of Moses or the writings of the prophets. No, I came to accomplish their purpose. Matthew 5:18 For truly I tell you, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished. Matthew 5:19 So if you ignore the least commandment and teach others to do the same, you will be called the least in the Kingdom of Heaven. But anyone who obeys God’s laws and teaches them will be called great in the Kingdom of Heaven. Matthew 5:20 “But I warn you—unless your righteousness is better than the righteousness of the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven!

Revelation 2:16 Repent of your sin, or I will come to you suddenly and fight against them with the sword of my mouth. Revelation 2:17 “Anyone with ears to hear must listen to the Spirit and understand what he is saying to the churches. To everyone who is victorious I will give some of the manna that has been hidden away in heaven. And I will give to each one a white stone, and on the stone will be engraved a new name that no one understands except the one who receives it. Revelation 2:18 “Write this letter to the angel of the church in Thyatira. This is the message from the Son of God, whose eyes are like flames of fire, whose feet are like polished bronze: Revelation 2:19 “I know all the things you do. I have seen your love, your faith, your service, and your patient endurance. And I can see your constant improvement in all these things. Revelation 2:20 “But I have this complaint against you. You are permitting that woman—that Jezebel who calls herself a prophet—to lead my servants astray. She teaches them to commit sexual sin and to eat food offered to idols. Revelation 2:21 I gave her time to repent, but she does not want to turn away from her immorality. Revelation 2:22 “Therefore, I will throw her on a bed of suffering, and those who commit adultery with her will suffer greatly unless they repent and turn away from her evil deeds. Revelation 2:23 I will strike her children dead. Then all the churches will know that I am the one who searches out the thoughts and intentions of every person. And I will give to each of you whatever you deserve. Revelation 2:24 “But I also have a message for the rest of you in Thyatira who have not followed this false teaching (‘deeper truths,’ as they call them—depths of Satan, actually). I will ask nothing more of you Revelation 2:25 except that you hold tightly to what you have until I come. Revelation 2:26 To all who are victorious, who obey me to the very end, To them I will give authority over all the nations. Revelation 2:27 They will rule the nations with an iron rod and smash them like clay pots. Revelation 2:28 They will have the same authority I received from my Father, and I will also give them the morning star! Revelation 2:29 “Anyone with ears to hear must listen to the Spirit and understand what he is saying to the churches. Revelation 3:1 “Write this letter to the angel of the church in Sardis. This is the message from the one who has the sevenfold Spirit of God and the seven stars: “I know all the things you do, and that you have a reputation for being alive—but you are dead. Revelation 3:2 Wake up! Strengthen what little remains, for even what is left is almost dead. I find that your actions do not meet the requirements of my God.

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The Fall of Gondolin (pt2)

Gothmog lord of Balrogs, captain of the host of Melko, took counsel and gathered all his things of iron that could coil themselves around and above all obstacles before them. These he bad pile themselves before the northern gate; and behold, their great spires reached even to its threshold and thrust at the towers and bastions about it, and by reason of the exceeding heaviness of their bodies those gates fell, and great was the noise thereof, yet most of the walls around them still stood firm. Then the engines and the catapults of the King poured darts and boulders and molten metals on those ruthless beasts, and their hollow bellies clanged beneath the buffeting yet it was availed not for their might not be broken, and the fires rolled off of them. (Book of Lost Tales, Volume II page 176)

Ash floated all about like the falling leaves of the Mallorn tree in spring, gently it danced upon the smoke-clogged air spiraling slowly down upon the white cobblestones paths and walls of Gondolin. Yet unlike the golden mallorn leaves, which heralded hope and life anew, it heralded only death. The grinding of metal over stone, the high-pitched jeers; the war cries of the whip masters as they lashed their thronged tails across the exposed flesh of stone troll's backs, commanding them to move faster amidst the clanking of steel upon shields whilst grapple hooks scoured Gondolin's white walls in a bid to secure siege towers; and all the while the drums continued to beat with each passing moment as eminent death drew nearer...

Yet it was not this which placed the shadow of fear upon Legolas's heart. It was the dancing lights of burnt orange and red, the cracking of fire and flesh; exposing the molten larva of the Balrogs malice beneath its large black wings and plumes of sulfur and soot. It was the way the ground rumbled and the walls shook. The high pitched screeching as metal and wood began to buckle and bend, splintering and cracking amidst the onslaught on barrages made upon Goldolin's last gate of defense. Swiftly Legolas turned, as the sound of large metal hooks clawed screeching to dig their way into the white stone walls and the rapid footfalls of Elven soldiers took up the mantle with pickaxes at the ready; swinging them hard and fast down upon the wrought-iron claws and tussled wall in a bid break their hold as the clammer of footsteps pounded, climbing the wooden stairs of the siege tower. And as the siege tower's wooden platform swung open with a clatter and bounce upon the wall Legolas reached across his shoulders fluently pulling his two blades from their scabbards in unison.

Two abreast, they appeared. Like the savage beasts of a child's nightmare. Their malformed faces cloaked beneath their grimy iron helms. Rough and calloused blades, drawn at the sides of their makeshift, and ill-fitting armor. Mouths ajar with sneers spat through their rotting teeth in sprays of saliva the orcs lurched their bodies forward as Legolas, pushed down upon the ball of this right foot; lunging his body through the air as he brought his blade forward across his shoulders before him.

Landing nimbly upon a bent knee between the front line orcs, Legolas extended his arms outwards before him and bent his head forward; whilst he fluently maneuvered the helms of his blades between his fingers, turning them in unison and extended his arms in line with his shoulders. No sooner had he felt the momentary resistance of his blades upon the exposed flesh of the back of their calves, than he swiveled pushing down upon the ball of his right foot to stand and drew his elbows to his sides before stepping forward with his left leg and extending the blade within his left hand before him; while his right blade followed in unison behind.

Swifty, he pivoted upon the ball of his left foot, cutting through the necks of the next two orcs before thrusting his body backward into one of the orcs behind as he lowered the blade within his right hand to pierce through the Orc's ill-fitting breastplate and lodge deep. Instantly Legolas relaxed his fingers upon the blade and twisted his wrist. Grasping back his hold on his left blade as the ball of his right foot pushed down hard upon the wooden platform, launching his legs, knees bent upwards, towards his chest into the air.

No sooner had his feet left the ground than Legolas extended his left leg and twisted his foot to the right making contact with another orc's breastplate to send him flying backward off of the wooden ramp down into the war gorged and bloodied rocks far below; as Legolas released his hold upon his left blade to continued his ascent upwards and over the crumbling orc.

Below he could hear more orcs charging up the siege towers' wooden stairs. Swiftly he crouched forward, pushing the fallen orcs body before him onto its back, and retrieved his blade, before raising both in unison to their scabbards upon his back as he rose to stride to a barrel of tar; its purpose to set light to the wall once the orc's had breached it.

Grasping upon the barrels sticky rim with his hands, Legolas pushed it over and watched as the thick black and vile-smelling liquid splattered across the wooden decking before seeping its way into the cracks between the planks, and down the stairs to the siege towers platforms below.

Upon the wall, he heard the heavy clanking of the siege towers holding chains being slowly pulled upwards and the call from the elven Guards as they announced that the tower had finally been cast free from Gondolin's walls... Purposely Legolas reached out to grasp upon one of the slow smoldering torches that adorned the corners of the tower's, makeshift walls and dropped it into the black liquid tar; before turning to feel the warmth from the sudden burst of flames upon his back as he made his way back onto Gondolins wall. And as the siege tower roared to life with flames behind him, Legolas made his way to the heavy coiled mounds of the chain, that the elven soldiers had claimed and bent down picking up the heavy links, twisting the chain's girth around his left shoulder, he once again rose and made his way to the inner wall of Gondolins turret and stepped off. Riding the slowly unraveling chain down to the inner courtyard; ready to make a last stand and fight beside Etchelion, Glorfindel, and the Fellowship that waited below...

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Lol so last week my close friend said something negative about ME! so I left our group chat and have refused to talk to him since then and today this happened. 😂 SWIFTIE TILL I DIE OKAY?!

#and a leettle GOT too #taylor swift #ts7 #me!#taylurking #swifties #bend the knee #queen of my heart

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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No Other

Gif credit @knockknockchicagopd

Requested by anon. I hope you like it Thanks for the request.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder

Warning: slight breeding kink. Daddy kink. Spanking. Unprotected sex. Consensual non consensual sex.

"Oh Adam, my little love bug. What do you have for us today"? You cheerfully sang walking up the stairs with two coffees in your hands.

"Love bug? Really"? Adam tilted his head at you with a chuckle.

"Well we have to have pet names since we are going undercover as a married couple. I'm just trying some out, love muffin". You giggled sitting the coffee on the desk.

"Oh God. I hate you right now, snickerdoodle". Adam played along with the pet names. Making both of you laugh. But someone wasn't finding this humourous as you two did.

Hank watched from his office at you two. Playing and joking around. He was getting alittle jealous. Since you two were dating and no one knew. He couldnt say anything out in the open. But he sure could say it in private.

"Y/L/N, get your ass in here now". Hank demanded, slamming his door. You jumped, you never saw Hank like this.

"Shit, am I in trouble"? You asked Adam, getting up from your seat. He was just as concerned as you were.

"You havent done anything wrong. So you should be fine. You want me to go with you"?

"No. No. I'm fine". You gulped going into Hanks office, slowly and quietly closing the door.

Hank stood beside his desk his arms crossed over his chest. "Get over here now". His husky voice made you weak in the knees but you knew this wasn't the time to get turned on.

"Sir"? You whispered out.

"Now. Don't make me ask you again". He ordered, pointing his index finger at the spot in front of him.

You moved slowly to him. Apparently you weren't going fast enough for his liking. Hank swifty and sternly but gently grabbed your throat, pulling you to him. You could smell the coffee on his breath and the aftershave he used this morning.

"Do you like being a nasty little slut in front of me"?

"Hank"? You moaned which wasn't supposed to be a moan but that's what it came out to be as it slipped your lips.

Hanks grip slightly tightened around your throat. "I asked you a question. Now you dont want to make me angry. You know what happens when you do that. Now don't you"? Hank smirked.

At that moment you were soaking wet. You knew exactly what he was referring too. He was so dominant when you would talk with guys. He especially hated it when you would pair up with Adam or Jay on assignments. It got him jealous and he took it out on you.

"Yes, daddy". You licked your lips, starring into Hanks eyes. His heart racing. Hank attacked your lips with his, bringing you to be puddy in his hands.

Hanks tongue danced for dominance. He pulled you closer to him, slowly letting go of your throat. His fingers traced down your chest. Circling your hardened nipples over your clothes. Goosebumps spread across your body.

Hank pulled away, biting your bottom lip along the way.

"I think you need to be reminded that you are mine and only mine". Hank growled, pushing you on the desk, bending you over. Your round ass in his view. Your tight skirt made your ass perfect.

Wack. Wack. Hank slapped your left ass cheek with his palm. Rubbing the stinging away.

"Daddy". You whimpered.

"No use for that now, baby girl. Daddy's going to make sure you know that you're just mine". You heard Hank unbuckled his belt and then his zipper. You sucked on your bottom lip waiting for what's next to come.

Taking your hand you searched along Hanks desk for his drawer for a condom. Lucky your memory remembered where it was.

"Here, put this on". You turned back handing Hank the condom.

"Not today, sweetheart. Daddys going make sure you're daddy's forever". He slapped your ass, and hiked up your skirt around your hips.

"Hank, no. I'm not on birth control, you mad man". You giggled as you wiggled around. Hank chuckled, licked his hand and rubbed his cock. He pulled your panties to the side and slid through your slit. Nudging your clit with the tip of his cock.

This made your eyes roll and your hips buck. Guiding his cock to your entrance. Easily slipping in.

"Mmmmm". You moaned as he filled you up, stretching your walls.

"You're so tight for, daddy. Such a good girl you are". Hank began thrusting, his hips smashed into your ass.

"That's it, Daddy. Harder". You cried out when Hank pounded your g-spot. You felt yourself near your first orgasm. Hank growled as he felt you start to clench around him.

"Come on daddy's cock, baby girl. Fuck yourself on it". Hank stood still and let you do all the work for your first orgasm. You pushed back on his, hard. Taking him all the way down and back off again. Your hands held onto the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood.

"Fuck". You scream, your legs trembled below you. Letting out a shaky breath, Hank took over and went full force. Not giving you a breather.

"Damn that was the sexiest thing I've seen you do today. Only my cock can make you do that. Mine". Hank grabbed your shoulders and thrusted deep up into you. Your eyes rolled again, jaw dropped as he drilled into you with such animal instinct.

"Shit". Hank cursed under his breath as he thrusted long deep strides. He was close to his breaking point.

"You ready for me to make you a mommy". It wasn't a question more like Hank was doing it and you weren't going to protest. Your eyes grew wide and you put your hand on his chest.

"Don't do it". You laughed. Thinking he wasn't serious.

"I'm cumming". He grunted, bucking his hips deep inside you spilling his seed.

"Hank"? You gasped pushing him out of you. You bolted for the tissues and started wiping his cum out of you.

"I thought you were going to pull out"? You asked with a huff.

"I wasn't playing. You're mine and I'm going to make sure of that". He said pulling his pants up.

"By getting me pregnant? Are you seriously that jealous of Adam"? You threw away your tissues and pulled down your skirt. Fixing your lips and clothes.

"I'm not jealous". He said sternly, taking a seat in his chair catching his breath.

"Really now? You just risked a pregnancy over that jealousy". You came up to him and sat down in his lap. Hank wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.

"I'm not jealous".

"Whatever you say there, Mr. Voight". You kissed his head and got up from his lap. Heading to the door. "Adam's not my type. I prefer daddy". You smirked.

Hank chuckled. "So you're on birth control, right"?

"No, I wasn't joking about that. So we'll see in a couple weeks". You sent him a wink and exited the office. Hoping Adam didnt hear it but if he did then cats out of the bag.

Hank sat at his desk with a smile on his face. Maybe a baby was a good thing. You wouldnt have time to play couple with Adam.

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Marry My Lover (Bryce x Eleanor Proposal Headcanon)

A/N: Well, I thought I wouldn't do it because I was too invested with this fic, but I've been thinking adult life is so fucking hard that maybe I'll never find the time and inspo to finish this fic, so... well, why not realease it to the world as headcanon/very-poorly-written-fic. If later I find the inspo, maybe I'll write it, maybe not, but I think posting this will lift a heavy weight off me.

Please forgive me my grammar mistakes and poor english, I mean, I know it's not poor, but I went really basic here, other way I would've never finished writing this lol

Tagging my WYR readers, in case you're interested in reading this @curiousconch @romereadingshop @utterlyinevitable @lahellacute @chocopeppermintcake

Also this is sumbission for @openheartfanfics Weekly Trope Challenge, week 2: Weddings & Proposals (@openheartheadcanons)

Marry My Lover

Bryce had wanted to propose to Eleanor for a while, considering both spontaneous and prepared ways to do it.

One of the first ideas was proposing on a visit to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, as it was the place of their first date. But none of their shifts let them assist for a couple of weeks, so he decided to look for something less complicated.

As he saw their annual meeting with the gang was coming, he decided he would propose on that occasion. Surrounded by friends, the people who helped them get together and supported them in the most difficult times both personally and as a couple.

So he would propose at Donahue’s. With a song, no less. Marry Me by Bruno Mars. A cheerful song, Eleanor loved Bruno Mars and simply matched with the tone he wanted to have on the proposal. Happy and spectacular. He wanted to make her feel the luckiest, most loved woman on earth.

So when he decided what he would do, he shared the news with Sienna so she could help him orchestrate the event. He would arrive a bit later than Eleanor, Sienna would keep her distracted, and then whoop, Bryce would appear at the center of the bar singing the song.

On the day of the meeting, Bryce was in the locker room when he received a text from Sienna: “All set, B! We’re waiting for you”. He breathed deeply, excited and a bit nervous at the same time.

They had talked about marriage, about a life together thousands of times, but it was different just taking the step and doing it, of proposing marriage. Marriage. Damn.

But at the same time, it was just a confirmation of the love they had for each other. Their love that had grown exponentially, to unknown highs and depths in the three years they had been together, and he was sure that their love would keep growing and getting stronger with each day.

After getting ready, he texted Keiki: “Hey Keiks, are you there already?” “Oh, yeah, hidden in the parking lot, super spy.” “Awesome, I’m coming out of the locker room I’ll be there in five” “Okay”

Bryce didn’t want her to miss it for the world. Keiki would kill him if he let that happen. Luckily for both Bryce and Keiki, she was studying close to home, more than close. Cambridge. BS in Physics at MIT, so as she was living just a few minutes away from Boston, they saw each other pretty regularly, once a week or once every two weeks depending on how busy the three were.

Keiki was excited about it, but there was just this strange smirk on her. Bryce thought it was just the fact that her brother would propose to Eleanor at last.

Once at the bar, he greeted their friends, Elijah, coming from Chicago, Jackie, from Baltimore, and Sienna coming from New York. Aurora was the only one living in Boston, working at Brigham and Women’s Hospital as attending and part of the new Diagnostic Team there.

Everyone was happy but at the same time with this strange smirk, like they were hiding something.

“And Elle?” he asked.

A few moments after the question was made, a guitar started to play. He looked at the center of the bar, and found Eleanor, on a yellow dress, and matched hatband playing guitar and singing: We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Bryce couldn’t believe his eyes. His ears. His skin. How a shiver ran down his spine, making tingle every inch of him; how his stomach fluttered at the sight of her there, beautiful and singing and… Surprising him.

It was Lover by Taylor Swift, because, how not, his girlfriend was a Swiftie since High School, so once a Swiftie, always a Swiftie.

Bryce knew almost every song of the last two albums she had released in the last couple of years because they had blasted the speakers of their home for weeks. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover

After singing the chorus, Eleanor handed the guitar to Rafael, who continued with the melody, and took the mic in one hand, singing the second verse as she started walking slowly towards him. We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call She took his hand on hers and softly pulled him to the center of the bar

And when Eleanor sang “And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”, both chuckled knowingly, because they knew how true that was, wherever he goes, he enchants.

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

It had been three summers indeed and nor he or she couldn’t imagine a summer without each other.

Eleanor kept singing, every word with meaning, it was like the song was written for them, especially “I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” Because who else on this planet was a magnetic force but him?

Bryce was beaming the whole song, smiling, laughing, biting his lip, showing how happy, flattered, incredulous and in love he was.

He couldn’t believe his luck. To this day, after more than three years, sometimes he still couldn’t believe he had the chance to love so much and be so loved. So happy, so free, so understood. And he would probably live this luck, this love, forever and ever with her.

When the song ended, Eleanor took out something from the pocket of her yellow dress. A velvet box. When she opened it, a silver ring with a diamond at the center shined under the multicolor lights of the bar. Eleanor took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles softly before asking: “Bryce Lahela, mi amor, we both know we want to spend the rest of our lives together. In these three years you have made me nothing but happy. The happiest luckiest woman alive. I want that for the rest of our lives. Would you marry me?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes sparkling, shining so bright with emotions, with love, with adoration, with happiness, “Yes, babe, yes! The only thing I want is to spend the rest of my life with you!”

Everyone cheered, Sienna was crying, Kyra too, and even Keiki had shed a tear.

Eleanor put a ring on his finger and both kissed sweetly in the middle of the bar.

After a few moments, Bryce kissed her hand and chuckled, “Well, now it’s my turn.”

Eleanor stared confused at him, and when she heard him shouting “Música maestro!” she understood.

Eleanor couldn't believe it either. When the notes of Marry Me by Bruno Mars started playing, she covered her mouth with her hands just like Cecilia Bolocco when she won Miss Universe in 1986. “No way, love!” she squealed.

After a few verses, Bryce took her hand and turned her to the wall, where a video was playing. Videos of colleagues, nurses, even patients, with thumbs up singing along “Don't say no, no, no, no, no, Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah” Then, her parents showed up in the video, beaming as they sang along too. Even her grandparents from Chile, Ricardo and Ofelia, appeared in the video asking the same.” “Oh my god,” Eleanor couldn't hold it anymore and simply let the tears fall. Tears of joy, of happiness.

Then Bryce started to walk around the bar, singing with a persuasive tone, asking the patrons to join him in his singing, as if he had to convince her to marry him. Friendly patrons would nod and show their thumbs up and sing along for a couple of seconds.

Once the song ended, Bryce bend on one knee and took the velvet box out of the pocket of his pants, where a beautiful rose gold ring was there, with a round diamond at the center and smaller at the sides. “Well, you won me. This was my idea too, but you were faster, or maybe you had friends who took your side and decided to help you instead of me.” Everyone chuckled. “Or maybe she just asked before you did,” Jackie teased. “Either way, I’m honored and flattered, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to propose to you. I mean, I’ve dreamed about this day practically since I met you.” “Awww, mi amor.” “I want all summers with you and all winters, especially winters so you can keep me warm on snowy nights.” Eleanor giggled, her eyes full of tenderness, “Of course, my love. Summer, fall, winter, spring, all of the seasons and all of the years I have left on this planet.” “Good. And you, Eleanor Andrea Bloom, would you marry me?” “Yes, my love, mi amor, sí, sí, yes!” Bryce put the ring on her finger, and again, people cheered and clapped. Keiki and Jackie whistled.

When Bryce and Eleanor got off the stage, the gang approached them, filling them with congratulations and hugs, and just love for the happy, recently-engaged couple. they disclosed how everything had happened -Eleanor indeed had asked help first, she had been practicing guitar for more than a month with the help of Rafael.

After a while, Bryce took Eleanor’s hand and led her to a quiet place so they could have a moment for themselves. They smiled and laughed without saying anything, still processing what had happened and trying to understand the happiness they were feeling. their hearts were simply overflowing with happiness and love. “You know? I can say people, mostly women, have asked me a lot of things in my life, some of them shocking, some of them rather cute, but never had a woman proposing to me, so this is a first. You're definitely a keeper.” “Oh, that's why you're agreeing to marry me?” she asked, feigning offense. “One of the four hundred million reasons, babe.” Eleanor smiled pensively, earnest, “You deserve everything, my love, everything. And that includes being proposed, because, damn, we’re too far from gender stereotypes and toxic masculinity.” “I agree.” “And because I really wanted you to know that I wanna marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you, just as much as you do.”

Completely spellbound by the sincerity of her love, now and always, Bryce simply bit his lip and leaned to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

There was nothing else to do but be happy.

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Ps: Here pics of Bryce and Eleanor engagement rings. I had the idea of a collage, but it would've also taken me a day to finish it, lol sorry

Thank you for reading! ❤

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc #open heart #playchoices

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xninetiestrendx · 2 years

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Fandom and Random questions

Tagged by @vintagelacerosette 💜

When did you start watching Shameless?

Christmas Day 2020 (so a year ago tomorrow) a Merry Christmas indeed. I tried to watch it a couple years before but kinda got freaked by that one Kev scene in the first episode because I just knew him as Van from Reba, a favorite childhood show of mine. But I had been seeing a lot of clips and edits of it on tiktok and decided to give it another shot. So glad I did.

How did you start getting involved in the Gallavich fandom?

From previous tumblr fandom experience I knew there would be a lot of people here that would love them as much as I do. So it started with me just casually scrolling through the tag and occasionally typing a post about a new episode, then I really dove in deep when I decided I wanted to try writing again. It’s fun to see people love and get excited over the same thing you do and make friends over it and share writing or art.

Favorite Shameless character? (other than Mickey & Ian)

Veronica (then Lip and Fiona to complete my top 5)

What plotline from the show irked you the most?

Any time Fiona was doing really well for herself and then she pretty much self sabotaged (season 4 and 9) she deserved great things

Favorite line from the show?

“Go do yoga, sing fucking Taylor Swift” as a very big Swiftie this was great moment for me. But really the “Look I love you, I love you.” The passion in his voice will never fail to make me cry.

Fanfic(s) you can’t stop thinking about

weaver of fate (to your will i won’t fold) by @sunoficarus - I just binge read this one and oh my goodness 1000/10

where i end & you begin by @gallawitchxx- I haven’t been able to read this yet but I’m so excited to that I can’t stop thinking about it, already know it’s going to be amazing

Cooperative Gameplay by @gallavichy - Of course. Such an amazing story told I feel like this is one I’m going to keep near and dear to me like an old book and I’m going to miss those boys so much

Under Lock & Key by @suzy-queued- Love the funny and playfulness, so cute. I need to reread this one very very soon.

Random

The best concert(s) you’ve been to?

Taylor Swift Reputation. Not only was it an amazing show, but the recorded show on Netflix was my show. It’s so fun to be able to watch that and think about how I was right there in that crowd and relive that night.

Comfort movie franchise?

The Hunger Games

Piercings/tattoos?

I have my ears pierced but have always had issues with them so I gave up on earrings. I have a tattoo of 2 flowers with 3 butterflies and hoping to get another soon

Most rewatched tv show?

A tie between One Tree Hill and Boy Meets World

Pet peeves?

Smacking and popping gum, slow walkers, not using a turn signal.

Random fact about yourself?

So my whole life I’ve sat a certain way. Anytime I’ve sat like it and people are around they think it’s so interesting how I can bend my legs to sit that way so comfortably. Didn’t find out until I was maybe 20 it’s really bad on your hips and knees. Called a W Sit.

Tagging @suzy-queued and @tumblfish if y’all would like!!

#ask game

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ashleyfanfic · 4 years

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Jon/Dany - 9 ❤️🖤❤️

9. “Are you tired? Come on, let's go to sleep.”

Another drabble for you guys. I hope you like it. Yes, Dany is a Swiftie. Deal with it.

Jon entered the living room from the kitchen and found Daenerys spread out on the sofa, a hand thrown over her eyes to keep out the light. She’d been running since before sunrise, preparing for a big presentation at work. It was a chance to show her boss that she was excelling in these trying times of quarantine and illness. Honestly, he was feeling the weight of being bogged down with it all, too. But Dany had seemed to take it in stride. They were luckier than some, having a small back garden where they could at least feel the sun on their faces. Her presentation had gone swimmingly, from his estimation. He’d been on the other side of the table doing his own work while she had even dressed up for the Teams meeting. Her slideshow had been perfect, her ability to answer any question was something to behold. Even when her asshole associate, Ramsay Bolton, tried to embarrass her in front of their co-workers. She answered his questions in stride, not even looking at her notes. After that was done, she’d begun baking. She always baked whenever she was nervous. Now, she was lying across their sofa with Taylor Swift and Bon Iver playing in the background. There was one thing she would never admit to their friends and it was that she was a true Swiftie. He didn’t mind. He’d walked in a few times to see her dancing to the songs and it had amused him greatly. He sat on the arm of the sofa closest to her feet. He reached out and pinched her big toe. “Hey, you still alive?” She grunted. “Yes.” She lifted her head. “Did you try the sourdough I made?” “It was all I could do not to eat half of the loaf immediately. You’re killing me with all the carbs.” She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you were complaining all the way through that pan of brownies, yesterday.” He shrugged. “I didn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it. Only that you’re killing my manly figure.” She smiled and closed her eyes. “Didn’t you hear? The Dad Bod is all the rage.” “I do not have a Dad Bod,” he replied. She peeked an eye open and smiled at him. “No. You still look fantastic. It’s my ass that’s gotten bigger.” “Your ass is perfect,” he replied automatically. It was. There was no debating it. He moved to sit on the sofa and pulled her feet into his lap. He began massaging and she groaned. “You alright?” She nodded. “Nervous, still. I know I already presented but what if I didn’t do enough? What if there were holes?” “I’m sure your boss or, at least, Ramsay, would have called out holes. I don’t really know what you’re talking about, but it made sense to me. If you can make someone like me understand what you’re talking about, it had to be good enough for them.” She sighed. “You really think so?” He smiled and nodded. “Absolutely. You did fantastic.” “Thank you. It actually helped relax me, being able to look up and see your face.” “I suppose quarantine has its benefits.” She pulled her feet from his lap and moved to curl up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as they tucked around each other. “I hate to admit that I’ve enjoyed spending this much time with you.” “Why do you hate to admit it?” “Because you might get sick of me and make me leave.” She shook her head. “Never. Do I hate it when you leave wet towels on the bed? More than I can put into words. Do I want to kick you in the shins everytime you leave beard trimmings on the sink? Yes! But I also like this. You’re the perfect cuddle buddy,” she said with a smile. “Next to Ghost. But he sheds.” He chuckled and squeezed her tighter. “I hate it when you refold my clothes.” “Not my fault you do it wrong.” He laughed full out then and she followed which then led to a yawn. “Are you tired?” She gave a nod and he sat her up then stood and held a hand out to her. “Then let’s sleep.” She put hers in his and followed him into the bedroom. “Will you shower with me in the morning?” He scoffed. “Is that an actual question?” Dany stepped into his space and wrapped her arms around his waist. “So, you’ll show off that Dad Bod?” “Say I have a Dad Bod again. I dare you,” he gruffed and cupped her face in his hands. She grinned wide at him. “That sounds like a challenge I might want to accept.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “We’re stuck here together for a while. Might not want to poke the wolf.” “Oh, ‘the wolf’? I’m so scared,” she said softly, mocking him gently. “Woman, don't make me bend you over my knee.” She let out a wistful sigh. “I just don’t have the energy or I would poke. Perhaps tomorrow.” She pulled out of his arms and walked into the bathroom. “And for future reference, even if you did have a Dad Bod, I’d still want to fuck you.” “Well, that’s a nice sentiment,” he said with a roll of his eyes and shucked his sweats and tossed them into the hamper. He pulled down the sheets, went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, climbed into bed, and soon she joined him, a long t-shirt hanging to mid-thigh She killed the lights and curled into his arms. She liked cuddling before she went to sleep, but right before she drifted off, she’d roll to her other side and drift off. He squeezed her hip and placed a kiss on top of her head. She had her eyes closed. “Best part of my day,” she said softly. She smiled against her hair. “You’re the best part of everything, Dany.” “Such a sap, Jon Snow.” She squeezed him a bit tighter. “I love it. I love you,” she whispered. “Love you, too.” Romance/Comfort Prompts

#jonerys #jonerys fanfic #jonerys drabbles #romance/comfort prompts #my fic #my fanfic

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tobesolonely · 3 years

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So Taylor’s new song from the vault was written about Joe Jonas. Sophie Turner aka his wife and baby mama posted on her Insta story that “it’s not NOT a bop” and Taylor said she was “forever bending a knee to the queen of the north”! I highly recommend looking at Taylor’s insta story it’s cute

that’s so cute🥺 Thank u for filling me in swiftie i love u

#anon #taylor swift

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drwilfredwaterson · 8 months

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The antisemitic, genocidal, ethnic cleansing, and antichrist Sunday "Lord's Day" is a 4 generation curse upon all who bend their knees to the antisemitic satanic antichrist servants/slaves responsible for perpetuating it every week, year after literally goddamned week and year, of their "true" "Christian" lives.

That means that every self-proclaimed "true" "Christian" (follower of the native Israeli Jewish prophet and Christian Messiah known as Jesus Christ) is cursing themselves, their partner or spouse, their children, their children's children, their children's grandchildren, and their children's great-grandchildren every single Sunday of their entire satanic antichrist lives that they proclaim themselves the "True Lord of the Sabbath" by intentionally disobeying and ignoring the commandments of the Almighty Abrahamic God with the intention of malicious genocidal antisemitism and ethnic cleansing of Israel and all Hebrews on earth.

However, just as Jonah learned at Nineveh, the curse on all generations is lifted at the moment of true repentance and course correction.

The Lord's Day in Christianity is generally Sunday, the principal day of communal worship. It is observed by most Christians as the weekly memorial of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, who is said in the canonical Gospels to have been witnessed alive from the dead early on the first day of the week. According to some sources, Christians held the Sabbath as resting day, commemorating the God's Commandment, which said that the Sabbath should be the day of resting, according to Exodus. 20:08. (Wikipedia)

Roman historian Tacitus referred to "Christus" and his execution by Pontius Pilate in his Annals (written c. AD 116), book 15, chapter 44. Nero fastened the guilt and inflicted the most exquisite tortures on a class hated for their abominations, called Christians by the populace. Christus, from whom the name had its origin, suffered the extreme penalty during the reign of Tiberius at the hands of one of our procurators, Pontius Pilatus, and a most mischievous superstition, thus checked for the moment, again broke out not only in Judaea, the first source of the evil, but even in Rome, where all things hideous and shameful from every part of the world find their centre and become popular. Accordingly, an arrest was first made of all who pleaded guilty; then, upon their information, an immense multitude was convicted, not so much of the crime of firing the city, as of hatred against mankind. Mockery of every sort was added to their deaths. Covered with the skins of beasts, they were torn by dogs and perished, or were nailed to crosses, or were doomed to the flames and burnt, to serve as a nightly illumination, when daylight had expired. Nero offered his gardens for the spectacle, and was exhibiting a show in the circus, while he mingled with the people in the dress of a charioteer or stood aloft on a car. Hence, even for criminals who deserved extreme and exemplary punishment, there arose a feeling of compassion; for it was not, as it seemed, for the public good, but to glut one man's cruelty, that they were being destroyed. (Wikipedia)

After Constantine the Great's in 321 and the Council of Laodicea from 363, the Christian rulers decided that the commandment of God is no more valid, now being needed to follow the commandments of people, switching in this sense the day of rest to Sunday, and by 361 AD it had become a mandated weekly occurrence. (Wikipedia)

“Our regard for the Lord’s resurrection, which took place on the Lord’s Day, will lead us to celebrate it on the same principle ” “And all things whatsoever that it was the duty to do on the Sabbath, these we have transferred to the Lord’s Day as more honorable than the Jewish Sabbath.” “Christians ought not to Judaize and to rest in the Sabbath, but to work in that day; but preferring the Lord’s Day, should rest, if possible, as Christians. Wherefore if they shall be found to Judaize, let them be accursed from Christ.” (Wikipedia)

In Christian eschatology, the Antichrist refers to people prophesied by the Bible to oppose Jesus Christ and substitute themselves in Christ's place before the Second Coming. (Wikipedia)

The term Antichrist (including one plural form) is found four times in the New Testament, solely in the First and Second Epistle of John. The Antichrist is announced as the one "who denies the Father and the Son." The similar term pseudokhristos or "false Christ" is also found in the Gospels. In Matthew (chapter 24) and Mark (chapter 13), Jesus alerts his disciples not to be deceived by the false prophets, who will claim themselves to be the Christ, performing "great signs and wonders". Three other images often associated with the Antichrist are the "little horn" in Daniel's final vision, the "man of sin" in Paul the Apostle's Second Epistle to the Thessalonians, and the Beast of the Sea in the Book of Revelation. (Wikipedia)

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dancefloors · 4 years

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i don’t know how all those swifties aka cricket players are able to maintain their concentration each game while playing on the same team as pat cummins i really don’t.....if i had to spend that much time around him i’d constantly be fighting the urge to get down on bended knee and propose......dropping catches left and right bc i’d be thinkin about which of his stats to include in our weddings vows..😔✌️

THERE IS.. SO MUCH HERE.

#you are going to KILL me #but thats the secret of how they play so good. pat cummins wedding visualisation keeps them calm during sledging #ask #cr tag

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peaceloveshelley · 5 years

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@taylorswift first of her name, the maker of rainbows, mother of cats, queen of the swifties, stealer of sleep and knower of ts7 as something other than ts7.

Bend the knee.

too much wine for me.

#taylor swift #swifties #taylurking #taylor nation #lol #ts7 #me!#wangotango #wango tango #swiftie

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cutegirlmayra · 6 years

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Bright idea time! How about Boom Sonic and/or his pals waking up one day turned into humans?

(x Special thanks to the artist for this Preview Image!)

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PROMPTS ARE ON SHUT DOWN - Do not request a prompt until further notice please, thank you.

Prompt:

After stumbling through a cave of ancient technology, Sonic remembers his time with his robot suit and decides it may be best not to do anything with the new equipment until Tails figures it out.

Amy translates the ruins over the course of a few days, two to be exact. However, without realizing it, she releases a voice-operated mechanism that she then takes to Tails once discovering that it activated.

Tails, thinking it’s probably some communication system, tries to hook it up to his roof to see if he can get any signals from it.

Thinking it didn’t do anything, he confirms to Amy that it’s just glowing and nothing more, maybe used for light or something deep in the tunnels they found it in, before a green light covers the entire island that night.

Sticks wakes up first in the early morning, stumbling out of bed and unsure why she feels so… ‘tall’ suddenly. She thinks it’s cold too… and goes to get some water.

However, raising the glass to her mouth, she peers in the water and freaks out.

“AMMMMYYY!!!!” she charges, hands out in front of her, all the way to Amy’s. “THE ALIENS! They’ve implanted me into a-“ she squeaked a gasp, jumping back on Amy’s table. “They’ve got you too!”

“Emm… They’ve done what?” Amy rubs her head, before feeling something other than her spiky quills… “Huh, that new shampoo really made my hair feel softer…” she withdraws her hand only to discover that her glove is too big for her anymore. “What the-!?” she panics and slowly removes it. “AHHH!!” she hides it again and looks down at her outfit, seeing it has shrunk considerably and rushes to pull it down. “What’s happened to us!? We’re… We’re…”

“AMMMMY!!!” Tails charges in, wearing some baggy overalls he ‘clearly’ borrowed and using his utility belt to hold them up. “That wasn’t a transmitter at all! It was a… a transmuter!” He then pointed to his butt. “They’re gone! My beautiful, rinse-lather-repeated, shiny, flowy, namesake is go-o-one!!” he seemed to have lost his most precious possession, and collapsed to his knees. “How could I have been so stupid?”

“My translation… it was rushed!” Amy grabbed her face, before screaming. “MY FUR!!! IT’S GONE!”

Knuckles then ran in, wearing trunks, the only think he could find. “I WOKE UP NAKED!” he was looking to Tails, before seeing the girls and blushing bashfully at his abruptness, “W-well… I mean,… I’m all fleshy… heh-heh.” He shyed away before Sonic bolted in, stumbling on his now long legs and different anatomy. He was wearing his bandana like a loincloth, causing Amy’s hair to stand on end as he entered.

“LOOK!” he pointed to his eyes and blinked them. “They’re separated!!!” he cried out, then pointed to his hair, “They’re not spiky! AND LOOK!”

“Oh, I’m looking.” Amy covered her face as he pointed to his feet.

“They’ve shrunk!”

“And you still can’t grow any chest hair.” Sticks rolled her eyes.

Amy’s face was fuming with heat, but she quickly suggested, with her eyes else-where from Sonic, to quickly head back to the tunnel and it’s ruins.

She reread the translation, “That which is within, shall then be without. For your species—be kin. For your kin—be one… but I thought the ancestors were against humans?” She held a finger to her mouth, unsure of what to do.

“A-Amy…” The boys were turned around, for obvious reasons as Amy had to bend her knees and squat over a bit to read the inscription, and Sticks was keeping look-out… “Where does it say that? The ancestors had peace with humans for centuries.”

“No, not in this era�� they must have used this to spy on the humans before making initial contact with them.” Amy explained, getting up and nodding to Sticks. “Okay, I’m good.” She pulled her skirt down further, just in case…

“We really should find better clothes…”

“We really should find a way to keep them from staring.” Sticks growled, before turning to the boys who were staring at her legs… “BARK BARK!”

They flinched, nervously looking away or scratching the back of their heads, even whistling as they waltzed out of the cave.

“That’s a first.” Amy moved over to Sticks.

“You can’t let them get away with even the smallest thing, Amy. Or they’ll walk all over ya.” Sticks slid her hand out through the air, before walking on as Amy sighed with an awkward sweatdrop.

“I guess I hear ya.” She smiled, and continued on.

-Eggman’s lair-

“Cubot! Orbot! It’s too hot in here!” A bunch of blankets began to shift and ruffle under a fidgeting and struggling body, “And is it just me? Or did this bed get a lot smaller than before? Cubot! Did you mess with my shrink ray again!?”

“Huh?” Cubot looked to Orbot, unsure of himself as he held the breakfast tray. “Has he always been this… squirmy?”

“The real question is, Cubot,…” Orbot, looking quite nervous but observant, gestured to the figure trying to find his way out from the long, white bedsheet. “When we tucked Dr. Eggman in last night… he was twice the size of the bed’s width, and his feet completely laid against the ends of his bed..!”

The two slowly looked back… and helped pulled the sheet back.

A bird with a long mustache, plump and angry, emerged from the bedside. “YOU TWO BETTER EXPLAIN WHY MY PILLOWS STUFFINGS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE!”

The two just blinked at him.

“Are you sure that’s not just you molting?” Cubot shrugged.

“CUBOT!”

Later, Eggman discovered his animal form was that of a Inca Tern, a bird famous for it’s mustache…

Later, a fight ensued after the team found appropriate wear and began fighting Eggman in their new human forms.

Although difficult to master at first, especially limited in what they could do… Sonic still could react and move fast, Amy had her hammer, Sticks with her many weapons of choice, Knuckles with his fist, and Tails with his machines.

They beat Eggman, though he was amazed at how adorbl—EHEM—durable his new form was, and tried to stop the team from changing him back.

The other villagers also got new forms, but they all expressed their desire to turn back to their true forms again.

Even the burger logo at Meh Burger had changed into a Sandwich.

After a few difficulties, especially for the boys wearing pants and even shirts… they were finally able to change back and buried the relic away for no more ‘accidents’.

However…

“You know, I hate all animals!” Eggman pecked at his food… still… “But I honestly think I could have made scientific advancements a lot faster… if I had wings for days! Hohohoho!”

“Do you think he’ll ever fully recover?” Cubot pressed his pointer fingers together, worriedly…

“Who knows… he still likes to squawk our heads off.”

“What was that?”

“AHHH!!! Yikes! He may be a human again, but his hearing is still impeccable!”

“Is that a bird pun?”

“AHHH!!! Even his brain isn’t so ‘flighty’ anymore!”

“Yeah, I agree! Totally not a complete bird brain we came to know and love!”

“You’re still talking about me and I’m right here.”

“AHHH!!!” they embraced each other even tighter.

Back with Amy-

“Ah, what would I do without my cute look?” Amy admired her hedgehog’s cheeks and cute little nose, as Sticks was flipping around and crashing into things again, making a mess of her home. This caused to Amy to sigh, getting upset again at her behavior.

“What would I do without being so agile, flexible, swifty, and able then-! Ow!… Durable then a badger!?” She rolled and hit her head, but was glad that this time, she could just shake it off.

Tails loved on his trademark, brushing and grooming his tails as he seemed relieved. “Daddy’s got’cha.” He then embraced them, flying up and doing some acrobatic tricks and laughing as he enjoyed himself. “Without my tails, I would never be able to fly again! W-well, not exactly, there’s always the X-Tornado! B-but, still…” he shrugged.

“Yeah! Blue, spiky, and full of energy! Now this is how I like it!” Sonic spun up and rammed into the house as well, causing Amy to groan again.

“Human or animal… you still make a zoo of my place.” She muttered.

“And I… Well, I-!… Hmm.” Knuckles looked confident as he flexed a moment, before looking down at his knuckles again… and then laughing, “Actually, I was pretty much the same guy.” He rubbed his head, and the team joined him in laughter, but he looked a little uncertain that they were laughing.

“Haha…haha… we’re laughing cause I’m cute and not because I discovered my human persona was a red-head… haha… r-right guys?”

#sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #boom!sonic #sonic prompt #sonic boom prompt #human!sonic

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