#lesson 693

[gintamacaps]

#gintama #kondo isao #mangacap #lesson 693

[cadencejames87]

Facials and First Impressions

Pairing: Sebastian x reader

Word Count: 693

Warnings: Talk of Facials, honestly I don’t know what this is, it has been sitting in my drafts for some time now and I just did a quick edit.

*Not beta’d, thus any and all mistakes are my own*

Sebastian casts his party playlist onto the television and pockets his cell phone as he turns to wash the dishes you both made while cooking dinner and putting together appetizers.

Toby grazes happily with a drink in hand. "You ever have one of those?"

"You know there is no scientific evidence that proves it's good for your skin, right?" You continue to put the finishing touches on a charcuterie board that Toby insists on consuming.

"No way, they totally do that shit at spas," he argues, tossing a grape into his mouth. Sebastian shakes his head and laughs as he dries his hands, leaning back against the counter. Toby gives his longtime friend a shrug. "I mean, I’m asking for her honest opinion on the matter."

"Who would pay for that?" Seb asks him.

"That’s what I’m saying," he extends the last word as if to add emphasis. "I give my girl one for free every night," Toby burst into hysterics.

"Every night?" You question with doubt.

"The only thing Toby gives his girl every night is a migraine." Penn jests as he returns from the fire escape after a business call pulled him away.

"Hardy har, buddy." Penn pats Toby on the shoulder and holds up his glass. The two men tap their glasses together and make up.

You clean up a few items from the kitchen island and place them into the fridge. "You seriously want your girl to walk around the house with your product on her face?"

"I’m no expert on how it’s done. And it's not like she needs to tell me. I heard some women even refrigerate it."

You glance over at Sebastian, now pouring wine into a pair of matching glasses. "No expert, huh, says the guy who apparently does it every night." You look back at Toby. "Like you are really going to finish and go about your day or get ready for bed or whatever the hell it is you do at whatever time of day this happens while your girlfriend lets it dry? She’ll be pouring you a cup of coffee, and your immediate reaction to seeing her with a mask made from your special serum would be to tell her to wash that shit off as it flakes and falls into your mug a la Mrs. Doubtfire."

Sebastian and Penn laugh at your point. "I guess when you put it that way, it does sound disgusting."

"Which part? Your girl caking on the jizz as a part of her skincare routine or drinking your own semen?" Penn asks and has everyone turn to Toby for the answer.

"All right, well, skin care facials are out. But, are you telling me you would never let Sebastian give you a good old-fashioned facial?"

Sebastian glares at Toby in a warning. His friend is walking a thin line with his girl. "Hey--" He shakes his head, brows furrowed.

"Way to not answer the question, Tobes. I’m just saying, if my man wants to give me a facial, I’m not gonna be one of those girls who rubs it into their face like moisturizer and walk around like an idiot when he does." Sebastian hands you a glass of wine, and you take a sip. "I tell you one thing, I would much rather swallow than waste a drop." You smirk at Sebastian as he nearly chokes on his wine and turns a bright shade of red. "However, if it is something he really wants to try," you shrug as you turn back to Penn and Toby. "I’ll close my eyes and pray for the best."

Sebastian wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. "Bad girl," he whispers for only you to hear.

Toby raises his drink as Sebastian looks up. "She’s a keeper," he winks.

"I guess that means I passed the best friend test." You giggle, taking another sip of your wine.

Sebastian trails kisses from your neck to your shoulder and raises his glass to salute his friend as you turn your head. He kisses your lips, and the glasses ring out. "You pass all the tests, Draga. Toby, on the other hand, needs a lesson in first impressions.

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Sebastian Stan x female reader

[team7-headquarter]

Hi, what did Sasuke mean by "That's probably just .. chains of a failed past that shes feeling" about Sakuras worse "confession". We also don't see his face when he's saying that. https://www.novelcool.com/chapter/Chapter-693/2530493-10-2.html

I've reread that chapter many times because as a kid I couldn't understand the whole interaction of Team 7 at that time, so I just brushed it aside and focused on the action.

To understand why Sasuke said what he said, you need to understand the tone of that moment.

First of all, Sasuke just said he's gonna kill all the kages and take control of all the bijus, so he can kill them later. He explains that he's even going to kill Naruto, since he's not the jinchuriki of all the bijus— all for the sake of getting rid of corruption and building a new shinobi world.

Kakashi and Sakura are shocked. Naruto expected it at some point, since his bond with Sasuke is connected to the tragedies of the past between all the Indra and Asura's reincarnations. It always ends up like that, so it's Naruto's turn to change Sasuke's mind and prevent them from going the same route as all their ancestors.

Some important details: Kakashi had worked with the power he borrowed from Obito and had just lost it, which means he was chakra exhausted and had no way of interfering to stop Sasuke. Sakura, on the other hand, had enough chakra to try and come between Sasuke and Naruto, but she knew she was not a rival for them, she had learned her lesson. Sasuke had put the bijus under a genjutsu and sent them away, most of the shinobi world was still under the Infinite Tsukuyomi and the Edo Tensei technique was over.

Under those circumstances, Sasuke suggested moving the fight to another place, just before he tells Naruto “do you understand, don't you?”

Their fight is a private matter, he doesn't want anyone interrupting. Also, deep down, he doesn't want anyone else to get hurt, since at no point he said he wanted Sakura and Kakashi dead (he has no filter at this point, if he wants someone dead he'll say it loud and clear).

Kakashi tries to step to stop Sasuke and falls to the ground, Sakura quickly at his side, worried.

That's when Sakura gets upset and finally starts her speech.

[ensnapemysenses]

Hi! Can i request Severus finding out that the memory his child uses to cast a corporeal patronus is a memory with him? :)

You Think of Me?

Genre: Pure Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 693

A/N: This is so cute my heart can’t take it!!! I hope I did it justice and of course, Snape has a daughter since we all agree he's a girl dad :)

Masterlist

Severus waits on the platform at 9 ¾ for his daughter to arrive home for the summer from Hogwarts. As the train pulls into the station he can’t help but smile as the students begin to filter out. He catches a glimpse of her in a window, starts waving, and walks up closer to the train. She runs down the steps and jumps into his arms laughing and giggling as he gives her a little spin and a kiss on the forehead before setting her back down. 

“How was your fourth year at Hogwarts?” Snape asks as he wheels his daughter's trolley along and back through the wall at the platform.

“It was amazing!”

“That’s great, honey! What was your favorite thing that you learned?” 

“I learned to cast a Patronus, dad!”

“Really? That’s super-advanced magic! Was it a full fledge corporeal Patronus?”

“Yes! It was a unicorn! They're supposedly very rare!”

“That they are!” Snape replies with a huge smile on his face. “Those with a unicorn Patronus usually are healers.” Knowing that his daughter is able to produce a Patronus at all has him bursting with joy, but the fact that she may be destined to live a life helping people makes him happiest of all. Perhaps she will never know the heartbreak of losing people instead of saving them that he himself has had his whole life. “Who taught you how to cast a Patronus? That’s not in the Hogwarts curriculum!” he teases.

“They just added it this year! The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor decided to offer weekend lessons and I signed up. Only a few of us were actually able to produce one!”

“That’s amazing honey! You know, I’m so proud of you right?” he says embracing her in a hug and ruffling her hair a bit with his other hand.

“I know! Dad, guess what memory I was able to use to cast the Patronus!” she says tapping her feet on the ground in an excited little dance.

“Hhhhmmm, perhaps a memory of your friends? Or your mother?” he replies, thoughtfully.

“Nope! Guess again!”

“Well if it’s not one of those, I guess it’s got to be a memory of perhaps your cousins or something then.”

“Wrong again! Do you give up?”

“I assume I do,” he chuckles as he lifts her trunk into the back of his car. “What’s the happiest memory that allows you to cast a Patronus, dear?”

“I was having a hard time casting my Patronus and I tried every memory that you mentioned, but the one that ended up working was one of you.”

Severus halts in his action of moving things around in the back of the car to better fit the trunk in it and he turns around to look at her, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. “Really?” he asks in utter disbelief.

She nods. “Well, it’s really a collection of memories with you that work best. You teaching me how to dance in the kitchen at age 5 while humming a tune, you letting me help you collect ingredients from the garden for your potions, and getting to watch you as you brew them countless times, and that time when you baked me a birthday cake at age 8 and we couldn’t stop laughing because you added salt instead of sugar but we ate it anyway.”

Tears start falling from Severus’s face as she continues to detail collections of memories with him that allow her to cast her Patronus. When she’s done, he wipes his tears away and hugs her tightly. 

“I love you so much, sweetie,” he says with a small sniffle. 

“I love you too, dad,” she replies smiling proudly as they pull away from the hug.

“I think that’s enough crying for today he says as they get into their seats so he can drive them home. Do not tell your mother about it when we get home,” he laughs.

“You know I will!”

“Of course, I expected nothing less. I’m sure she will find it amusing,” he smiles as he pulls out of the parking spot and begins the drive home.

#severus snape #dad snape #snape fluff #severus snape fluff #dad snape fluff #snapedom #pro snape #ensnapemysenses

[semi-imaginary-place]

naruto blogging part 7? chapters 693-694

this is all sakura and sasuke's relationship has ever been, she's begging crying and he thinks she's annoying and just in his way. sakura deserves to be free of her shitty cringe middle school crush, she deserves to be free of kishimoto's bad writing.

and then 6 pages later its about how sasuke's entire life has been about his strong love fueling his strong hate and how hagoromo hopes that naruto's going to turn all that hate back into love.

so now that kishimoto has retconned the finger thing (a decent idea just wish it had been introduced at the actual beginning of the series), the statues poses signify two shinobi acknowledging each other for a spar. sasuke was on madara's head last time too

694:

sasuke's a direct counterpoint to what naruto said at the bridge, the lessons itachi learned, and what the whole shinobi war arc was about. sasuke's hokage means someone severed all connections. where as naruto's is about the trust built by others. naruto even had that mini arc where he tried to do everything on his own and had to be reminded himself of the lessons he taught to others about achieving things together. at the bridge naruto said himself that he would take on the burden of all of sasuke's hatred (even if it meant dying together with him).

Hokage as someone acknowledged by everyone in the village vs Hokage as someone alone who takes on the entire world's hate.

i'd say "hell yeah revolution" but this sound like the same military dictator ship except this time its continent wide.

naruto and sasuke didn't actually spend all that long being friends. it was a few months maybe a year that team 7 was a thing (anime filler arcs dont count) sure they knew each other existed at the academy but kishimoto added a lot of that in later chapters. but that short time fundamentally changed both of them and guided their lives for the rest of the manga like they obsess over each other for like 4 years through to the end of shippuden despite maybe having only like 1.5 conversations in shippuden at the bridge and while fighting madara. totally normal friend behavior. there's definitely something with there's two, i don't think its necessarily romantic/sexual but there's some level of attraction platonic or otherwise constantly drawing these two together.

They both agree that they are friends and that this is their main driving motivation, but what they decide to do because they are friends is wildly different between the two. "i must kill naruto because i must be alone to be hokage and he's my only friend" vs "I think we can mend our relationship because we're such good friends". these two...

The discussions between hagoromo, sasuke, and naruto have the same narrative structure as itachi's final fight with sasuke is that for both situations key parts are withheld from the audience for many many chapters. For the itachi-sasuke fight, itachi's final words to sasuke are only revealed after sasuke's discussion with tobi where tobi reveals the truth of the uchiha massacre. this is done to parallel sasuke's own realization that itachi always loved him and his grief and subsequent mangekyo awakening, the audience is walked through how sasuke's finally pieces everything together, tobi's revelations bring his mind back to itachi's final moments. for the hagoromo scenes the relevant part for that arc was that sasuke and naruto got powerups to fight obito, madara, and the ten-tails. its only later that the second half of their conversation about what hokage means and what naruto and sasuke mean to each other become relavent. however because like 25 chapters/weeks happen between those conversations and the reveal of the second part of the conversation (lit 671 to 696) these conversations are incredibly hard to keep track of. it doesn't help that these interactions are flashback to at other points in between. i had to reread chapters with a wiki guide to keep track of what was going on. i should not have to take notes on the multiple disjointed chapters 1 single conversation is spread out over.

now that i think of it why didn't naruto awaken a rinnegan, well he got the black ball things instead. i say this because the rinnegan is tied to hagoromo with the sharingan being the rinnegan without ashura's chakra, then wouldn't it also stand to reason that a senju/uzumaki/ashura reincarnation when given indra/hagoromo's chakra would also get a rinnegan. of course the real answer is that kishimoto didn't think this through he just had a cool character design idea, which fair.

#naruto

[unadulteratedkr]

I posted 2,256 times in 2022

That's 800 more posts than 2021!

29 posts created (1%)

2,227 posts reblogged (99%)

I tagged 2,238 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#our flag means death - 693 posts

#the locked tomb - 233 posts

#nona the ninth - 72 posts

#dracula - 67 posts

#taika waititi - 54 posts

#gideon the ninth - 42 posts

#harrow the ninth - 37 posts

#our flag means death spoilers - 33 posts

#uk politics - 31 posts

#what we do in the shadows - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i really really really really hope that olu truly being that comfortable in the captain's quarters is a sense of foreshadowing that pays off

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chapters: 12/19 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, My Fair Lady (1964) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Tyrion Lannister, Bronn (ASoIaF), Catelyn Tully Stark, Renly Baratheon, Podrick Payne, Hyle Hunt, Margaery Tyrell, Pia (ASoIaF), Josmyn "Peck" Peckledon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, The My Fair Lady AU no one asked for, Well except for me, and then i decided to write it, Jaime as Henry Higgins, Brienne as Eliza Doolittle, romance and shenanigans ensue, Lots of found family in this baby, I wrote this originally for the JB of it all, but the secondary story is Brienne Having Supportive Friends Rights Summary:

When Brienne Tarth's speaking voice is insulted in the streets of King's Landing by Professor Jaime Lannister, she decides to take him up on his offer for elocution lessons.

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Chapter Summary: Hyle Hunt attends the Unification Feast and meets Miss Brienne Tarth

5 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#4

My totally serious, not-at-all-influenced-by-the-acetone-fumes-in-the-room 5 star yelp review of my sister’s nail salon/therapy business, now open with a badge that says she can do what she wants, trust me

TRULY impeccable service from a Professional here at @madebycoffee​‘s “Not Allowed to be Applebee’s” salon. Ms. Coffee provides excellent nail art while serenading you with either ABBA or My Chemical Romance. (Make sure you don’t intend to join her in singing; you WILL be cautioned as it could ruin your nails) Then about halfway through the last coat of polish, she’ll hit you with a one-two punch of The Giggles that’ll unlock a secret emotional breakthrough (breakdown?) that only shrimps are aware of. It will be life-changing. Also your nails will look fabulous.

5/5, definitely will come again

6 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#3

I’ve been writing all day, and I feel it’s important the world know that I’m currently working on an Actual Kraken Edward Teach fic because I’ve gone full brain-rot:

“Is this—is this new?” Stede reaches up, and touches the tip of a black tentacle brushing hair away from his face.

Yeah. Since—yeah. It’s new.

It aches to hear the clipped way Ed’s voice echoes in his head. It aches even more to know he could have prevented it by finding this new strain of courage a few days sooner than he did.

“Since I left.”

The tentacles holding him steady in the water don’t tighten or relax in any way, but they begin to tremble.

Since you left.

7 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

Chapters: 11/19 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, My Fair Lady (1964) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Tyrion Lannister, Bronn (ASoIaF), Catelyn Tully Stark, Renly Baratheon, Podrick Payne, Hyle Hunt, Margaery Tyrell, Pia (ASoIaF), Josmyn "Peck" Peckledon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, The My Fair Lady AU no one asked for, Well except for me, and then i decided to write it, Jaime as Henry Higgins, Brienne as Eliza Doolittle, romance and shenanigans ensue, Lots of found family in this baby, I wrote this originally for the JB of it all, but the secondary story is Brienne Having Supportive Friends Rights Summary:

When Brienne Tarth's speaking voice is insulted in the streets of King's Landing by Professor Jaime Lannister, she decides to take him up on his offer for elocution lessons.

Chapter Summary: Before the Feast

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My only REAL solid NY resolution is to finish this fic this year. I can SEE the finish line. I can TASTE it. So here we fuckin’ go.

8 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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"I'm Going to Go Back There Someday" from The Muppet Movie

song | lyrics

It’s the night before Joffrey’s wedding, and there is not a single room in the Keep that isn’t filled with people Jaime cannot bear to be around. His brother has been sullen and more drunk than normal, stewing in wine and resentment that too easily cracked through his usual façade of nonchalance. Jaime has seen flashes of the war playing out between his brother and his father since his return, and while he can’t blame Tyrion for disappearing into his cups, it doesn’t make him exactly fond of being around him when he smells of rotten grapes.

Cersei is no better. Jaime is not about to remark on the common ground she and Tyrion share, but her only passion in the weeks since his return have been the rages she only dares to fly into when she and Jaime are alone, seething with a white-hot venom at the plans their father has put into place. She had told Jaime that he had been too late, accusing him of refusing to move forward with the march of time, and yet Jaime cannot rid himself entirely of the thought that Cersei is the one clinging to the past: a past where she refuses once again to defy Tywin, a past where the world conspires to harm their children, a past where Joffrey is still a sweet boy, and their love is still alive enough to taste fresh. Jaime can feel the love he has for Cersei still, and perhaps that is a part of his heart that refuses to catch up to the world, but there are days where the love is not as fresh as it was when they would tumble into the nearest chamber in defiance of a boorish king. It is slowly preserving itself in amber, to be remembered.

So Jaime avoids the family he fought so hard to return to, and finally finds himself looking out to a calm and quiet sea with the noise of the pre-wedding festivities booming behind him. He strides along the parapet, and soon he discovers he is not alone, and he resolutely strides towards the figure looking out to sea.

“Not one for palace intrigue tonight?”

Jaime knows it’s her even before she turns at the sound of his voice, knows where he can find soft curves in her strong and broad shoulders, knows the way moonlight turns her plain, straw-like hair into something celestial. He is not certain, but it feels like he would know those things about her even before he had seen every inch of her dripping with water and fury. It’s unsettling to imagine how well he knows her sometimes, so it feels safer to approach her with aloofness, with quips. That is how Jaime knows to survive a tender heart in the Red Keep.

Brienne frowns at him, and Jaime catches the familiar glower in flickers of torchlight. She no doubt recognizes the bitter undertone in his voice, and she is clearly in no mood to be his punching dummy simply because Jaime is in a bad mood. His mood sours even more when she does not reply to him. She simply steps to the side, making room for him in her small corner of the walkway. Jaime remembers this treatment too well from when she had him chained. He had talked himself hoarse on more than one occasion, and it had been a rare event indeed when his constant haranguing had forced a response from Brienne.

Tonight, however, he is too tired to continue the pretenses. Jaime sighs, stepping next to Brienne. “Ignore me, Brienne. I came out here to escape people in foul moods; I shan’t bully you out of a similar refuge just because I have apparently been infected with their sourness.”

Brienne nods slightly, Jaime watches the tense line of muscle in her neck relax slightly, and they stand in silence, looking out to the moonlit waves. Jaime can’t hear Brienne breathing, but there is enough of a shift to her shoulders in his periphery that Jaime feels like they are breathing in tandem. Perhaps it’s simply both of them breathing in rhythm with the sea.

“Do you miss it?”

Brienne starts at Jaime’s sudden question, and she peers at him curiously.

“Miss what, Ser?”

Jaime hopes he never loses the thrill of Brienne calling him ‘ser’, that he never loses the cool wave of peace that brushes against him when she utters that word.

“Tarth. Your home. Your family.”

Brienne turns back to the sea, her blue eyes searching the horizon for her home island, the sapphires in her eyes searching for the Sapphire Seas that almost led to her death in the bear pit.

“I don’t know. I left Tarth dreaming I would be awash in glory on the battlefield, and I hoped that it would bring my father honor as I could not do so a—as a more traditional daughter.”

Brienne’s smile is as bitter as Jaime’s had been when he approached her, and Jaime resists the urge to reach out. Even as they stand alone, there are too many spiders in the walls of the Keep who would relish the chance to spin a single comforting touch into a wild tale of the Kingslayer passionately embracing the Maid of Tarth, and that is risk enough to stay his hand. That the comfort might be seen as unwelcome is an even larger risk that Jaime refuses to admit.

“But I know my father loves me as best he knows how. There is something of his love within me every time I have raised my blade; I do so to protect myself, but it is also protect my father’s daughter. I would not bring him more grief.” Jaime has not seen many smiles from Brienne. Most of them have been bitter or bordering on sneers, another wall of patchy armor Brienne has had to cobble together to protect herself. He recognizes that type of smile all too well. But now she turns to him with a beautiful and sad smile, one that feels dangerous with the depth of its sincerity.

“It is dangerous for me to dream of returning in glory, but I do wish to return—once I have fulfilled the duty set before me. I wish to return to my father and be unashamed in who his daughter has grown to become. I--” Brienne pauses for a moment, and Jaime has never seen her so vulnerable. “I miss the blue waters of my childhood. If I cannot obtain glory and honor, I would see them again before I die.”

It is possibly the most Jaime has ever heard Brienne ever say, and he dare not destroy whatever magic has created this outburst of trust from her, so Jaime bows.

“Thank you for indulging my question, Lady Brienne.” Jaime holds up his false hand, knowing Brienne is ready to protest at being called a lady. Her eyes flicker over the intricately carved gold, and she closes her mouth. “No—peace. I shall leave you to your thoughts. Have a pleasant evening, my lady.”

Jaime turns, resolute that he will not glance over his shoulder. That night, he dreams of the sea.

11 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

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[pastortomsteers]

The Second Sunday in Lent

February 25, 2024

Pastor Tom Steers

Christ the Saviour Lutheran Church, Toronto

OPENNING HYMNN:  693  “O Holy Spirit, Grant Us Grace”

                                                                                                                               The Invocation                             Page 184

Lutheran Service Book   

Confession and Absolution       Page 184-185

THE LITANY

P:O Lord.     C: have mercy.

P: O Christ.   C: have mercy.

P: O Lord.     C: have mercy.

P: O Christ.   C: hear us.

P: God the Father in heaven.  C: have mercy.

P: God the Son, Redeemer of the world.  C: have mercy.

P: God the Holy Spirit.  C: have mercy.

P: Be gracious to us.  C: Spare us good Lord.

P: Be gracious to us.  C: Help us, good Lord.

P: By the mystery of Your holy incarnation; by Your holy nativity;

    by Your baptism, fasting and temptation; by Your agony and bloody sweat;

    by Your cross and passion; by Your precious death and burial;

    by Your glorious resurrection and ascension; and by the coming of the Holy Spirit,

C: Help us, good Lord.  Amen.

The Kyrie (Lord Have Mercy)

Lord Have mercy upon us.

Christ have mercy upon us.

Lord Have mercy upon us.

Collect Prayer:

O God, You see that of ourselves we have no strength. By Your mighty power defend us from all dangers that may happen to the body, and from all evil thoughts that may assault and hurt the soul; through Jesus Christ, Your Son, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.  Amen.

Our Bible Readings –

Old Testament Reading         Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16                                                                                              Psalm 22, verses 23-31                                                                                                                               Epistle Reading                        Romans 5:1-11                                                                                                                                  Gospel Reading                       Mark 8: 27-38

THE APOSTLES’ CREED     P. 192

HYMN OF THE DAY:  688   “Come, Follow Me, the Saviour Spake”

                                                                                                                               THE SERMON –

This Sunday we’re told by Jesus that in our Christian life there are crosses to bear.

We’ll have difficult roads to walk, and we travel them by faith, not sight.

The victory is real, but sometimes hidden in this life.

Faith is what you have when you can’t see the victory, but accept God’s Word that it has been won for you through Jesus.

This Sunday, Moses, the Apostle Paul, and Christ Himself have direct, even hard lessons.

Peter says he doesn’t want our Lord to suffer on the cross, he rebukes’ Jesus, and is called satan for his error.

Peter says Jesus is the Christ, yet he has a wrong view at the time of what that means.

The disciple thinks the death of Jesus isn’t necessary or appropriate because he’s looking for a political, a national Messiah.

Peter is holding to a prosperity Gospel, not the Christ who will die making payment for the sins of the world.

He’s focused on the things of this earth, not eternal salvation.

Abraham will long for the fulfillment of a promise God made to him.

Sometimes we yearn for this as well in our moments of doubt and pain.

In Biblical Greek ‘belief’ is not the same thing as ‘faith.’

To ‘believe’ involves an evaluation of what has been said, either accepting or rejecting it.

Belief is conditional.

We might ‘believe’ something on the basis of its likelihood, or on the speaker’s history with us.

Faith, on the other hand, is a much more relational word.

God is not asking us to evaluate what He says and render a judgment on whether it’s believable; God is asking us to trust Him.

The Lord’s Prayer, as Martin Luther described it, is a ‘faith prayer,’ not a ‘belief’ prayer.

Our Bible passages today invite us into that relationship of faith and strengthen it.

Christ suffered and redeemed all who receive the free gift of salvation through faith.

But our experience of Christ’s victory may well come through suffering.

Especially in secular, un-Godly times.

We can consider God’s words to Abraham in our Old Testament reading: “Walk before me and be blameless.”

Like Abraham and Sarah, we are unable, on our own, to hear and appreciate the promise and command of God.

When we put ourselves before God’s Word and purpose, we are sinning.

And as the Apostle Paul will teach us in Romans, we do.

When we witness to Christ in our lives, do we need to simply trust that God is with us, and let Him tackle the seemingly impossible?

The answer is yes.

In this this time of Lent, we reflect on what Christ did for us.

We read Psalm 22 written about 1,000 years before the crucifixion, and which describes it in detail.

The Psalm begins, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?”

Jesus will speak these words from the cross.

The psalmist notes that his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

He’s surrounded by strong men who pierce his hands and feet.

They gamble for his clothes.

One thousand years before Good Friday, God, the pre-incarnate Jesus, knew exactly what the salvation of the world would cost.

In fact, he knew it from the beginning of Creation.

The way we access this salvation is described by the Apostle Paul in our Epistle reading in Romans 5: 1-11.

Paul writes, “Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Justified by faith Paul writes, and Martin Luther repeated.

Not through our own ‘good works’ as the catholic church and other false denominations teach.

Paul goes on to write that, “God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

The Apostle is saying that Christ died for all, and that Jesus wants all to be saved and come to faith.

So much for false Calvinist church teaching that God only loves some, and always had intentions to damn the rest.

This section of the Book of Romans concludes with Chapter 8, where Paul says our current sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory to be revealed . . . and that we can be sure the love of God can’t be separated from us.

It’s not that our pain isn’t real; it is so real it connects us to Jesus’ own suffering. (Colossians 1:22)

The faith that allowed twenty-one Christians, who were executed by the Islamic State on a beach in Libya, to maintain their faith at the cost of their physical lives, is a sign of the peace only God gives.

Our salvation comes through the faith and sacrifice of Jesus.

It comes through the relationship He has with the Father into which we are included through the Sacrament of Baptism, which together with the Word works saving faith in us.

A Baptism which is effective at any age, infant or elderly.

And this is because Baptism is God’s work in us, not our own.

Paul tells us that our sinful human nature wants to take credit for salvation.

But it’s a lie for humans to commend ourselves for what properly belongs to God.

This is the problem with many TV evangelists when they talk about ‘accepting’ or ‘welcoming’ Jesus into our hearts, of making ‘a decision’ for Christ.

It’s Biblically wrong, it’s spiritual poison.

Paul explained in Ephesians 2:4-5, “because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions -- it is by grace you have been saved.”

Dead people do not save themselves.

Some may ask, ‘if God is really on our side, how is it that suffering isn’t diminished for Christians, but sometimes actually increases as we take up a cross and follow Christ?

Paul addresses this head on.

Suffering has become, for the Christian, an occasion for joy.

Because suffering produces endurance. (Romans 5:3-5)

Yet hardships are more than just a training for something.

Paul says suffering is the occasion for something valuable in itself.

We are not merely victims of the world’s brokenness, and death.

When we suffer, we’re revealed to be people of God-given strength that trust in Him.

We experience the same challenges that confront every human being.

The same death and sorrow that stalks them, confronts us.

But we deal with these things differently, we face hem in hope.

Not the false “hope” the world offers.

The power of Christian hope is nothing less than the very Spirit of God.

In our Gospel reading, Jesus lays it on the line.

The cross was the ultimate sign of humiliation and subjugation for the people of Judea.

No Roman citizen, no matter how insignificant, could be crucified, only a non-Roman, what they considered a second-class person.

Yet Christ says take up your cross, don’t merely admit that it might come.

For in the strange economy of God’s kingdom, giving away, losing oneself, is in fact the Kingdom life.

While Christian martyrs who were led into the Roman arena took comfort that their death was a door to Heaven, there’s more than one way to lose ‘self.’

Ironically, the grasping on to this life, the hanging on as if we owned it, could control it, and are only here to enjoy it, is actually the recipe to lose it.

For at the end of time there will only be two who can lay claim to anything, including the claim to own you and me.

We will either belong to God above, or the infernal one below.

The nature of God’s Kingdom, as we experience it in this world, is cross shaped.

But a person who is more concerned about fitting into and pleasing an “adulterous and sinful generation” than standing for the faith will have no part in that Kingdom.

The world’s definition of success and failure has been altered by God.

Salvation was achieved through the suffering of Jesus.

And so how can we turn our back on suffering, or say we should never experience it?

Today we get the sobering, yet encouraging reminder that our suffering is not our end.

That despite suffering we never face an enemy who is bigger than our Redeemer.

Even when our faith is weak, Christ’s faith and promise remains strong.

He has left us His Church, His Word, and His Sacraments of Baptism and the Lord’s Supper to strengthen and protect us.

You have one who has defeated your greatest enemies: sin, death, and the devil.

And that champion is Jesus Christ, the Saviour of the world.

Amen.

PRAYERS OF THE CHURCH

SERVICE OF THE SACRAMENT    Page 194

THE LORD’S PRAYER       Page 196

AGNUS DEI (Lamb of God)               Page 962

THE DISTRIBUTION

(Our Communion Hymn is “Jesus Christ, Our Blessed Saviour”)

Post-Communion Collect (Left-hand column)  Page 201

CLOSING HYMN:  689   “Let Me Be Thine Forever”

#christian religion #lutheran #christian #faith #jesus #salvation #bible #evangelism #holy spirit #religious art #Youtube

[lesfeldickbiblestudy]

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[kurosukii]

HAIKYUU BOYS AND THEIR PILLOW PRINCESS ! ☺︎ 

starring ⇢ suna, sakusa, kuroo, osamu, iwaizumi, oikawa

a/n : frothing. unedited. has been sitting in the drafts for so long. this one goes out to my fellow pillow princesses out there. ♡ @hqintheclub​

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY 

warnings : degradation, praise, edging, overstimulation, daddy kink, riding, use of sex toy, fingering, mating press, spanking, hair pulling, soft pussy slaps, oral (f receiving)

word count : 693

❖ — SUNA RINTAROU

“all you do is spread your legs for me, huh?”

suna growls as he mercilessly pounds into your dripping pussy. he’s been at this for hours, and he’s showing no intention of stopping.

he takes holds of your ankles, draping them over his broad shoulders as the anklet with his initials on it shake and tinkle right beside his ear.

the new angle hits your sweet spot better than ever as your sharp cries and whimpers send shivers down suna’s spine. you sound heavenly. how could he ever resist pounding his princess?

“this is what you wanted right? just lying down while i fuck you? so stop whining and take it like a good girl.”

❖ — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

“you’ve been whining like a needy slut.”

sakusa hisses, long fingers curling and scissoring inside your quivering cunt as his other hand firmly presses the hitachi wand against your throbbing clit. 

he prides himself as a man with an unwavering patience, having to deal with three rowdy men on almost a daily basis. and when it comes to you? that patience is impenetrable.

it’s the very same patience that allows him to keep you on the edge, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg your precious omi to let you cum. but would he? you don’t do any work, anyway—you just lie there and take it.

“daddy’s going to make you cum, angel. he just wants to teach you a lesson on being patient.”

❖ — KUROO TETSUROU

“always need me to take care of you, no?”

kuroo growls, his thick thighs smacking against yours. your face is smothered against the pillow, drool and tears staining the fabric as you whimper brokenly—fuck, his cock is so big.

then his hand suddenly tugs on your roots, pulling your head back while his other hand rains down consecutive slaps on your bruising ass.

you only have yourself to blame, bothering him while he was working on something important? isn’t it enough that kuroo pounds your pussy every night? letting him do all the work while you just lie down and take his cock?

“just can’t get enough, huh? my girl is so addicted to my big fat cock.”

❖ — MIYA OSAMU

“been waitin’ for my pussy, pretty baby.”

osamu murmurs, reaching up to plant a swift kiss on your slick cunt, his large hands gripping your thighs as he brings you down on his face.

it’s osamu’s lunch break and you wanted to visit him—you just didn’t expect that you’d be grinding on his face and moaning wantonly in the privacy of his office.

and of course osamu wouldn’t think twice of eating his favorite meal. you know he loves food, but he definitely loves your dripping pussy even more.

“yeah that’s it, baby. ride my face like that, taste so god damn sweet.”

❖ — IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“fuck, tell daddy just how much you want it.”

iwaizumi groans loudly, squeezing your hips as he brings you down on his throbbing cock, your tits bouncing with every movement.

you’re supposed to be doing the work in this position but iwaizumi just wouldn’t let you. he loves having a full view of your trembling body, pussy getting split by his fat cock.

you’re his favorite girl, right? and iwaizumi wouldn’t let you lift a finger if he has anything to say about it. the sting of your nails on his shoulder blades and whimpers of pleasure is enough for him to know just how much you like it.

“yeah? you gonna cum? want me to fill you up? fuck, you’re such a pretty princess.”

❖ — OIKAWA TOORU

“stop squirming angel, can’t eat your pussy properly.”

oikawa chastises you as he pulls away from your glistening sex, his lips shiny and dripping with your juices and saliva.

his brown eyes glow with hunger as he slaps your pussy softly, earning a high pitched mewl from you as you wiggle around his grip.

you look like an elegant painting—legs spread out, inner thighs wet with your slick, and your cute cunt waiting to be loved by oikawa’s mouth. how can he suckle and lave away at his pretty girl’s pussy if you keep moving?

“mmm, taste so good. won’t you cum in my mouth, sweetheart?”

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #suna smut #sakusa smut #kuroo smut #osamu smut #iwaizumi smut #oikawa smut #suna x reader #sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #[ 🁥 ] – hcs

[captnjacksparrow]

Did Sasuke really ‘winked’ at Sakura? Or did his leg ‘trembled’ on hearing her 2nd proposal?

There is this rabid SS/NH shipper who harasses anyone who don’t accept the Canon pairings, especially SNS fans, here in Tumblr. Harassment is an Under-Statement, to be honest. He wants to actively hunt Yaoi fangirls and teach them a lesson by intentionally coming into our Tags and create ruckus from time to time. And I don’t want to talk about that crack-head here which is not the purpose of this post. However, just like every other SS shipper, this one also brought the same baseless panels to prove how Sasuke is a filtered Heterosexual person and how he loved Sakura in a ‘Tsundere’ way.

Just like him, many SS shippers consider certain moments as an Ultimate proof of Love. God!!! I’ve seen a person who wrote a post in Quora about How Sasuke always loved Sakura even in the Chapter 693 (LOL... Murdering Genjutsu says ‘Hello’), and that post garnered some 1.7k Upvotes. And I must say it cracked my spine.

Anyways, I am going to debunk some of their Pink tainted Dreams with some hot proofs in this post. 

First off, Whenever they rabidly pounce on us, the very first panel they usually bring into a discussion is

SASUKE SUPPOSEDLY ‘WINKING’ AT SAKURA

This is from the official Viz Translation.... So, they claim that Sasuke was ‘Winking’ at Sakura.... which he never did to anyone and they consider this as something ‘Special’ between them. When we ask, “There’s no sign of him winking at all...!”, they will always claim that ‘The word bubble hid his Left eyes’

Anyways, this is where I started to dig deeper...

I searched for Japanese Raws of the Manga to see the truth for myself. And I got this,

The Sound Effect (SFX) mentioned here is  

ニッ

I looked for the meaning of this word and I found this cool website where many Japanese SFX words and their English equivalent with some panels from different Mangas were attached as examples. 

According to this website,

That SFX  ニッ  means *smile* *grin* *smirk* *heh*.... Which means it’s an Onomatopoeia for Smile or Smirk. 

And they have attached some panels from other Manga with this same SFX

So, Sasuke never ‘Winked’ at Sakura.... One of their dream Busted!!!! Bwahhahaha...

***Evil Smirk persists***

If they still claim that Sasuke was winking, then every other Manga ever released so far in the history of Japan which had this SFX were wrong. 

The only person who winked at Sakura was Rock Lee. And it had a different SFX.

The SFX mentioned here is 

パチ

As you can see, this SFX can be used in many different situations. And most of these terms matches with what Lee was doing.

Anyways, I think Viz was translated by some Eager SS shipper I guess, which lead them to commit such funny blunder.... And those poor horny SS peeps still believe to this day that Sasuke winked at Sakura. 

Well, it’s not surprising for us, SNS shippers, about this winking blinking shit because we never believed them. But there was always this ambiguousness surrounding that panel, whether he really winked or not because of the word bubble overlapping Sasuke’s left eyes. 

Now we know... Officially, According to Kishimoto’s own Handiwork, that Sasuke never ‘Winked’...

Moving on....

SASUKE’S LEG ‘SHAKING’ AFTER HEARING SAKURA’S PROPOSAL

There is another Panel which SS blokes always bring into our faces and claim that Sasuke was acting ‘Tsundere’ even in the Chapter 693. Like Sasuke was completely shaken on hearing ‘Sakura’s Proposal’ and that’s why his Legs Trembled because Sasuke could not believe Sakura had such feelings towards him after everything he did to her.... 

(Sighing Heavily).... Man!!! That Quora poster and many other popular Tumblrists were waxing poetry about that panel for 1500 words.... Pfffttt.....

And Once Again, I am going to throw Cold Water on their..... Sorry, Hot water on their dreams. Get Ready!!!!

And that panel is,

This is from Mangastream Translation. Whereas Official Viz translation says just ‘Tat’ in that panel. And since they already made a grave blunder in that ‘Winking’ panel, I don’t want to trust them again. 

Hence, I went back to the Japanese Raws and found something interesting that supports our ship as well .... 

**** Insert Maniacal Laughter *****

The SFX mentioned in this panel is 

ピタ..

Like always, I suddenly got a flash of thought.... 

“Wait a second, I have seen something like this somewhere else”.... 

And where have I seen this??? 

Lo and Behold.....

Yes, That’s right!!! I found that SFX in VoTE1 battle.... The panel where Naruto was screaming, “Are you running away from me?”

The bottom right panel has the SFX 

ピタッ - pita~t

I know, there is an extra word added to the VoTE SFX as compared to the Sakura’s confession panel

ピタ - pita

But believe me both are sounded similarly or else Check the pronunciation from Google Translate. The extra word just enhances the sound effect and both carries the same meaning!!! 

Yes, the SFX in the upper column didn’t have any explanation. But I got panels from other Mangas which basically conveys the same thing. 

ピタッ or ピタ - means to ‘Stop’ or ‘Pause’ or ‘Freeze’ when someone calls your name. It never meant ‘Shake’ or ‘Tremble’.... 

In the above panel, from a random Manga, as I outlined... It clearly says ‘Stop’.... Even when you look at the context, that guy on the left panel ‘stopped’ after hearing this boy’s words... 

So, Sasuke’s leg was never ‘Shaken’ or ‘Trembled’ after hearing Sakura’s selfish proposal. Even in the Anime, his leg was never shown to be shaking or something. Sasuke was walking while Sakura was proposing and suddenly stopped, turned back and uttered his trademark words in a mocking tone, ‘You are really Annoying’.... 

If we shove their stupid logic onto their faces, then Sasuke’s leg must be shaking for Naruto’s words as well, Right?? Right???

Similar to Sakura’s panel, Sasuke was ‘Stopping’ himself in VoTE1 to turn back and listen to Naruto’s plea. No Shaky Shaky stuffs....

Anyways, to conclude...

Sasuke neither ‘Winked’ at Sakura nor did his leg got ‘Shaken’ after hearing Sakura’s words!!!! It was all translation error and an added delusion.

Isn’t it laughable, to think that a Shipping Fandom bases their entire argument on a mere Sound Effect rather than the actual emotion shown or words spoken by the character?

It feels even more funny that Kishimoto has never shown any mercy to those peeps even in the SFX department...!!! As far as I’ve noticed, SNS wins hands down in SFX category as well and it’s really interesting.. Well, That will be for another post...

#sns #NaruSasu #SasuNaru #naruto ramblings #naruto analysis #naruto #sasuke #antisakura #anti sakura

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 18: Spanking(Wild Sex)

Word count: 693 Pairings: Dante x Reader Warnings/Kink included: Smut, spanking, oral sex, vaginal fingering, slight degradation, drinking. Song: Wild Sex(In The Working Class) by Oingo Boingo A/N: This is actually my first Devil May Cry fic that I post on tumblr, so please be gentle.

Tag List: @jmtzthehokage, @sunflowersenshi, @youmakemestayy, @beneathstarryskies, @passionateuchiha. Let me know if you want to be part of the tag list!

You knew it was a bad idea to keep talking to this guy, but something about the attention was making you stay. He was talking about something stupid anyway, but he was kind of cute. You don’t know why, but you let him get closer to you. He was now whispering in your ear and trying to pull you closer by your waist.

Everything after that was a whirlwind. You weren’t surprised to find your boyfriend next to you, peeling the guy’s hand off of you. You could see the rage in his eyes, and while you knew you were in for it now, you couldn’t help but be a little turned on.

You can barely make out what Dante says to the guy before you’re being led out of the bar. The cold night air hits you hard, making you very aware of just how drunk you are. You wobble on your feet as you try to walk home.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you?” Dante’s voice is low. Dangerously low. Your throat gets dry as you try to think of something to say. He grabs onto you and pulls you closer to him.

“You’ll just let any guy touch you. I watched you, and you just let him touch you.”

You struggle to walk at this point, so Dante takes it upon himself to hoist you over his shoulder. You feel the world spinning as you grip onto him tightly. The walk back to his place is quiet, but you fear the worst. You feel like you’ve really done it now.

Inside the shop, Dante is quick to lead you inside and bring you over to the desk.

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so you’ll know to behave better next time we go out.” Dante finally says, pushing you down so you’re bent over the desk.

“Wait, Dante!” You cry out, but he doesn’t care.

You feel his hand come down on your ass, slapping you hard. You yelp in surprise, gripping the desk beneath you. You feel him spanking you again. You can’t help but try to turn to plead with him.

“Dante, I’m sorry!” You whine.

“You belong to me. You shouldn’t let anyone but me touch you.”

His hands pull your pants down, revealing your bare ass to him. His eyes widen when he notices you aren’t wearing any panties. You’re literally dripping at this point.

“Not wearing any panties? You’re such a dirty girl. I’m starting to think you really wanted that guy to take you home.” His voice doesn’t waver, instead he sounds like he gets angrier by the second.

He slides his fingers through your wet folds and he teases your hole. You try to plead with him again, but it’s falling on deaf ears. Dante leans in to lick a stripe through your folds, stopping only to bite your bare ass cheek. You whine when you feel him continue to mark you up.

“I’m just going to have to make sure you know who you belong to.” He tugs off your pants all the way this time and throws them over his shoulder.

“Listen to me, baby. You’re going to learn to behave yourself. I don’t care how long I have to do this to you.”

You try to squeeze your thighs together for some relief, but Dante is quick to pry them apart. You look over your shoulder to see that fire in his eyes. His large hands spread your ass cheeks, exposing your aching cunt to him. He leans in to begin lapping at your wet slick.

You try to hold back moving against him, but you can feel your knees buckling as he doesn’t stop. You grip the desk below you as he continues to eat you out, leaving you almost breathless.

Dante pulls away from you, giving you another hard smack on the ass. With a glance over your shoulder, you watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Your mouth waters when you see his throbbing cock in his hand. He smirks at you.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”

#kinktober day 18 #kinktober 2021 #dante #dante sparda #dante x reader #dante x you #dante x y/n #dante sparda x reader #devil may cry

[abberant-butler]

Peace

Barbatos, Luke. Word count: 693 😌💕

Although Luke may never have been able to say it out loud, the excitement on the young angel’s face was always evident when he arrived for a new lesson. Those bright blue eyes sparkled all the way from the foyer to the kitchen as Barbatos explained what they would be doing that day. Even for the usually reserved butler, it was hard not to smile at the fledgling’s enthusiasm.

“Does that mean we’re going to make the crust this time, too?” A few over exaggerated steps that were nearly jumps punctuated the angel’s question.

“I intend to show you how, yes. However the resting period is usually overnight, so I have also prepared a couple of crusts for us to use so we may practice the filling as well. Then you’ll have something to take home.”

Luke began to explain all about how Simeon had told him to stop keeping the results of his baking practice in Purgatory Hall. Only so much could ever hope to be eaten, and it was a shame to waste good treats. Conveniently the Avatar of Gluttony was also a rather well-behaved guest when he wasn’t promised more than was delivered, and Luke talked on and on about the schedule he had with Beelzebub to pick up any left-over sweets. What a long way the fledgling had come. Barbatos kept his pace measured as they walked down the halls, but from time to time even the demon found his hips swaying playfully along with Luke’s when the angel got to a particularly passionate part of the story. It usually included Beelzebub eating something whole, however it no longer carried the undercurrent of horror. The lack of Simeon’s dutiful presence also cemented a warm realization in Barbatos; Luke trusted him.

As usual for their lessons, the kitchen had been laid out with pre-measured ingredients surrounding their stations. Luke’s station had a step stool in front of it that matched the metal of the countertops so as not to draw attention to itself. Barbatos had installed it after their first lesson when he observed the angel struggling to see what was going into the bowl. He’d never directly mentioned it. Neither had Luke, even as the angel excitedly lifted himself up, rocking even further forward onto his toes to look over everything on the counter.

“I thought you said we were making a human-world apple pie?”

“We are, yes.”

“Then why are there lemons?”

“I’ve chosen tart apples, which will be balanced by the citrus of the lemons and the sweetness of the sugar. It’s not very traditional, but it is something unique which I don’t think many humans or angels have often had.” Even with Barbatos’ explanation, Luke looked rather unsure. “Think of it as an exercise of trust. Sometimes the bitter things in life can become sweet with kind effort and direction.”

This was what seemed to settle the angel enough that they could begin their task. Removing his gloves, Barbatos was surrounded by the lingering history of warm sun and swift harvest, of brief brushes with human life and effort. He always tried to use imports for baking with Luke. It was a nice way to solidify his own skills with the foreign food, and to assure the young angel that nothing cursed or wicked had worked its way into the treats he liked to give out as gifts. The expense of it was easily written off as a necessity for the exchange program.

As always, Luke was observant and thorough in his questions and replication. Barbatos tried to go slow enough for the fledgling to predict his movements and even ‘lead’ from time to time, just so he could hear that bubbly laugh and watch those bright eyes. How strange to find the angel so changed from when he’d first arrived. Stranger still for Barbatos to realize how fond he’d grown as well. Watching Luke lean in close to meticulously crimp the edges of his pie, and painstakingly cut out some stars to put on top of the crust before brushing it all down, Barbatos saw the first real glimpse of Prince Diavolo’s plans; peace.

Tart Apple and Lemon Pie

(Mun note: pie crust is best formed half in math and half in magic. I leave that up to you. Store-bought is also fine.)

Filling:

5-6 tart apples (about 6ish cups sliced) 2 tbsp all-purpose flour 1/3 cup packed brown sugar (dark or light) 1/2 fresh lemon, sliced into thin rounds, seeds removed 1 tablespoon butter cut into small cubes

Preheat oven to 425F. Roll out one circle of pie crust and place into pie dish. (Do not stretch the dough). Make sure to gently guide it into the corners of the plate. Set aside until ready to fill.

Peel, core, and slice apples. Place in a large mixing bowl. Thinly slice half a lemon into rounds. Cut each round in half, remove the seeds. Add the lemon to the apples. Add the flour and brown sugar to the mixing bowl and gently toss to coat. If you have very tart apples, taste to check sweetness levels. If needed, add sugar as necessary.

Pour the apple filling into the pie dish, forming a mound in the center of the pie. Dot the filling with the butter cubes.

Roll out the top crust and place over the pie filling. Trim excess and crimp the edges.

Bake the pie on the middle rack for 15 minutes at 425 F, and then  (without opening the oven)  reduce the temperature to 375 F and bake an additional 45 minutes until the crust is golden. Check the pie approximately 15 minutes before the cooking time is up and tent the edges with foil or a pie protector to prevent excess browning.

#obey me! #obey me #obey me swd #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #om luke #obey me luke #😌 sfw #💕 fluff #recipe series

[marvelousell]

You only

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female reader

Summary: Two different sides that Steve owns with his girl

Word count: 693

Warnings: SMUT 18+, spanking, chocking, dirty talk, unprotected sex

A/N: This is my entry for the Weekly Challenge that I was tagged in by the lovely @donutloverxo, thank you! I really enjoyed writing this one❤️.

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“Tired sweetheart?”

Steve was all about the aftercare. Gentle touches, making sure you were feeling good in his arms while he carefully stroked the red skin that was stinging from his previous actions. He loved to go rough with you, nothing like a good time with his girl that was begging to feel more of him.

“A little bit.” You murmured quietly, closing your eyes after you felt a finger ghosting over your flushed cheeks. The sound of the glass being placed on the nightstand and him shifting through the room was what kept you awake. Even though you didn’t see him you could feel the smug on his face. The smug that he wore proudly after he had his time with you.

The bites that turned purple, the red skin on your ass and the messy hair was a sight that got him hard again almost every time after he was finished with you. The images of you with your ass up and upper half pressed onto the mattress would always be in his head after he saw you all worn out sprawled on your bed.

“I can feel every inch of that sweet pussy of yours.” The statement that was followed with a loud groan escaping from his chest made you clench around him. You were feeling so full and every time you thought how he can’t give you more Steve made sure to surprise you.

“I love it when you moan from me I know that cunt is made for me only but I still love to hear that coming from your dirty little mouth.” You knew what he wanted, his hot breath fanned your sweaty skin making you shiver. Steve’s patience was usually limitless but with you in bed it was absolutely execrable, he just didn’t love disobedience and being ignored.

“I asked you a question didn’t I?” His movements were fast, his hand sneaked around your neck giving it a harsher squeeze as he brought you up from the sheets to his tense torso. His hips stopped moving, his dick pulsating against your tight walls waiting for you to speak up with your weak voice.

“Answer me.” The sudden contact of his palm slapping your already sensitive clit, made you clench around him. Big mistake indeed.

“It’s yours. Fuck this pussy i-is your Captain.” You barely chocked out while his mouth worked on your neck.

“Too late. Hope you will learn the lesson after your ass is all pretty and red with my hand marks all over it. Will you? I bet you will, especially after you won’t be able to sit like you used to for a week or more sweetie.”

“Was I too rough with you tonight?” He still didn’t leave your side, caressing the soft skin with his calloused fingers that travelled down to your bruises occasionally. Steve knew everything was fine, that you enjoyed it because if you were feeling any kind of discomfort you two had a strict rule to use the safe word. Say it anytime, no matter what we’re doing I’m stopping immediately. However he still wanted to make sure you were doing well after it.

“No, I enjoyed every moment.” You breathed out a chuckle, opening your eyes to see the figure that wasn’t moving away from you.

“Come here Captain.” The warm hand wrapping around his, guiding him to the empty spot put a smile on his face immediately. You were looking like the most beautiful painting, a true masterpiece that took his breath away every time he would lay his eyes on you.

“You’re so beautiful.” The way you kept the duvet so close to your chest, hiding from him like he didn’t saw your body every single day was something he adored as well as you being all shy with him. There was nothing like the feeling of your naked body wrapped around his while his touch was focused on your warm body.

“I’m glad that I can call you mine.” He mumbled lowly in your ear, pressing an innocent peck near your earlobe.

“And I’m glad that I’m the only one who can wreck you like this.”

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[asfaltics]

unthought; looking doubtfully at the paper; ness of roofs

  and sometimes I half thought ness, looking very doubtfully at the paper;       1 Not thought ness; Unspillet; Unspoiled; Unspotted, Unspottedness; not supposed to be : Unthought of, not regarded. Unsquared; Unstained; Unstimped; Unstanched Un-thought       2 either sentences or words — the mind was absent on a preaching expedition, must be elevated above self, and must shows the state of tumult, yet hopeful be wholly absorbed in the thought ness, in       3   thought ness of roofs; inside, the musty old       4 thought. ness of design and finish.       5 scarce any thought ness. The low murmur of voices       6  

sources

1 OCR cross-column confusion at “Anguish in Print. In the strictest confidence.” Tear the thirteenth, preparing lessons. Once a Week No. 333 (May 16, 1874) : 428-432 (429) evidently George Manville Fenn (1831-1909), prolific English novelist, journalist, editor and educationalist. Fenn and his family lived at Syon Lodge, Isleworth, Middlesex, where he built up a library of 25,000 volumes and took up telescope making. His The Star-Gazers (1894) was a three-volume “astronomical romance” for adults. (wikipedia) aside — I cannot recall how I surmised this piece was penned by Fenn, who was editor of Once a Week, unless it be the introduction to its first installment, in the issue of March 21, 1874, at page 259. (Will revise if clarity comes.) 2 OCR cross-column confusion at B. H. Smart, Walker’s Pronouncing Dictionary of the English Language, Adapted to the present state of literature and science. (Eighth edition; London, 1874) : 661 On Benjamin Humphrey Smart (1786?-1872), “elocutionist, grammarian, and philosopher of language,” see Brigitte Nerlich, “Triangulating the history of science communication: Faraday, Marcet and Smart.” History and Philosophy of the Language Sciences (2018), here. 3 OCR cross-column misread at “The Convent of San Marco” pt. 3, Preacher and Prior,” in Macmillan’s Magazine 30 (September 1874): 418-428 (422) evidently Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant (1828-97 *), on Savanarola, in her The Makers of Florence: Dante, Giotto, Savonarola, And Their City (many editions, the first being London, 1876), at hathitrust. 4 J(ohn), W(illiam). De Forest (1826-1906 *). “Chanet,” in The Casquet of Literature, being a selection in poetry and prose from the works of the most admired authors. Vol. 4 (1874) : 105-114 (found via google, but links to hathitrust) 5 OCR cross-column confusion involving “A Last Glance at Pompeii” and “The Tomb of Juliet at Verona,” at Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Family Almanac for 1875 (bound with 1874 in google scan, snippet view only) : 63 (links to hathitrust) 6 OCR cross-column misread at “The Living Link” [by the author of “The Dodge Club,” “The American Baron,” etc.], Chapter 28 “A Marriage in the Dark,” in Harper’s New Monthly Magazine 48 : 693-710 (695) This would be James De Mille (1833-80), see entry by Minerva Tracy at Dictionary of Canadian Biography. De Mille was a professor at Dalhousie University; information about him can be found at Dalhousie’s 200th anniversary pages here, and at wikipedia. The installments were separately published as The Living Link. A Novel. (New York, 1874) : google books and hathitrust

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[edgarsexorcist]

A Writer and His Skull (pt. 1)

Vampiric historical figures Edgar Allen Poe, Virginia Woolf, and Vlad II indulge in grammar lessons and skeletal remains.

Word Count: 693

The trio arrived at the Avenue du Colonel Henri RolTanguy. The entrance was flanked by two long, imposing diamonds. A plaque was settled atop the arch.

“What’s it say?” Edgar asked Vlad.

Vlad glanced warily at his companions before he spoke, “It says, ‘stop! This is the empire of death!’”

“With explanation points?” Edgar asked.

Vlad glared at him. “Yes.”

“Why do you ask?” Woolf said out loud, to Vlad’s explicit chagrin.

“For context. Every time Vlad speaks, his voice stays monotone the entire way through. Like a long, splintered pane of wood.” Edgar replied.

Vlad glared. “After you, Edgar.”

“Don't mind if I do! If you couldn't tell, that last sentence ended with an explanation point! That is how they’re supposed to be used!” Edgar straightened his tailcoat as he walked beneath the macabre sign. He ignored the chill that settled in his bones when he passed through.

Woolf came next, hesitant. “What is this place again?”

“The French are quite a fashionable folk,” Edgar called to her over his shoulder, “The city of the living is above us. Here, underneath their very feet, are the catacombs of their dead. The passageways are wound beneath all of Paris. Suitable, isn't it?”

“I suppose...I have the feeling that we’re not supposed to be here,” Woolf’s voice sounded soft.

“We’re not,” Vlad agreed further down the line, “Stay together. And don't insult the emperor.”

“Gerald would’ve liked this place,” Edgar heard Woolf mumble, making a small smirk form on his lips.

The ceiling was low, and the walls of the narrow corridor were made of human skulls. Every few feet, Edgar would tap a head, just to feel the dusty bone beneath, a substance barely touched by the living. It was good inference for his writing, if he ever wanted to write about how dusty bone felt to the fingertips. It certainly had a musky scent.

One of the skulls he passed shuddered and fell from it's spot on the wall.

“Oh. Hello,” Edgar paused at the sight, and bent down to pick it up. “Sick of listening to the same wall of skulls, eh?”

“Won't you put it down?” Vlad remarked from further down the hall.

Edgar looked over at him, feigning outrage. “Absolutely not! Why, he probably wanted to join us! It's very lonely down here. We can't just leave him.”

“Edgar, it's a lifeless human skull. It's part of a corpse. Just put it back where you found it.”

“No,” Edgar held the skull closer. “I like him. I want to keep him.”

“How do you know it's a him? It could be a her,” Woolf replied.

“Finally, someone is showing an interest,” Edgar tutted at Vlad as the two stopped where he was. Edgar held up the human skull for all to see.

“Does it seem female to you, Vlad?” Edgar replied.

“It seems like it's part of a CORPSE!”

“You used an explanation point correctly! I could tell that time!”

Without comment, Vlad continued down the hall, wearing a face that looked like he was doomed on this earth. Edgar continued walking next to Woolf.

“How can you tell gender from skulls?” Woolf wondered.

“No idea. What a brilliant question, I suppose we could treat the skull as androgenous for now,” Edgar held out the skull between them, facing their way as they walked. “What name suits them?”

Edgar was tempted to name it after his passed wife, or his former fiancee, but it was rude to assume the gender of the poor, unassuming skull. He could name it after Vlad, but then the skull wouldn't last very long.

“Hmm...if we want to stay androgynous, we could name them after a place,” Woolf replied. “Names of places seem to be used interchangeably.”

“Excellent. What’s the name of your favorite city?”

“Jaipur. It’s in India, my mother was born in that country.”

“Jaipur...I think it suits them!” Edgar tapped the head of the skull with his finger. “What do you think, good fellow…? I think they like it!”

“EDGAR, GET A MOVE ON!”

“Coming! There you go with those explanation points again, Vladdie! Jaipur is so impressed!”

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[afictionaladventure16]

May I request Natasha Romanoff x Angel deaf reader, where reader is new members of Avengers. This person used to have a cute little dog, but something from her past cause her to be afraid of her past, as Natasha go to pet store, and buy her a new puppy. I also want reader to teach Natasha sign language.... I want them to get together, and admit their feeling out?

Signing Lessons (Natasha Romanoff x Deaf!Reader)

Word Count: 693

Hope you like it! I tried my best! 

You had been living with the Avengers for the past month, ever since Nick Fury recruited you during a mission. You felt out of place but every time you saw her you felt some sense of worth. You’re deaf so the only person you really speak to is Clint, otherwise, you’d watch everyone’s lips move in order to get the conversation. Of course, you could talk but you never really did, you just didn’t feel the need to.

Nat gave you a gentle smile as she walked passed you. You liked nat, in a way that made your stomach flutter with butterflies. But you didn’t know how to tell her. It’d be weird to write down, ‘I like you’ on a piece of paper. You sighed to yourself and walked into your room.

Nat smile faded as she passed you, quickly glancing over her shoulder to look at you, she let out a frustrated sigh as soon as you walked into your room. She walked over to Clint who was in the living room, “Hey, what do you know about y/n?”

Nat knew to go to Clint about you, mostly because Clint was the only one you spoke to since he knew sign Language. “Like superpower wise?”

“No, like just her life.”

“Um… she used to have a dog? I know she misses her dog a lot, it was killed right before she came to live with us… She’s pretty shy,” Clint didn’t really know much, you kept yourself pretty much closed off.

Nat gave Clint a nod, “alright, I think that’s enough information, thanks!” Nat walked out of the compound, she knew exactly what to do in order for you to talk to her. Nat found herself at the local shelter, looking around she spotted a puppy, somehow it reminded her of you. She smiled and walked over to the desk, notifying the woman about the puppy she would like to adopt.

You sat down on the couch, doing some paperwork about your latest mission, you hated this part of the job. You felt a small tap on the shoulder, you quickly looked up to see Nat smiling at you, “I have a surprise for you,” she said clearly. You looked at her confused, she bent down behind the couch, holding a puppy when she got back up.

“Oh my!” You exclaimed, Nat was surprised to hear your voice, it sounded normal.

“It’s for you,” Nat said softly, “I heard about what happened to your previous dog.” You beamed at the kindness that Nat had shown you, Nat handed you the puppy which automatically showered you with licks.

You looked at Nat, “thank you,” you said as you also signed.

“I was wondering… um, maybe you can teach me sign language?”

You perked up and gave Nat a nod, “now?”

“Sure, if you have time,” Nat smiled.

“Let’s start with the basics,” you said.

You then taught Nat how to sign the alphabet, there were many failed attempts with the letters g and h but after a couple of tries, she got the hang of it. “Okay, I got the hang of this,” Nat said with a smile. She looked over at you, the way your eyes beamed with delight, she had never seen you this way. “How do you sign the word ‘like’?”

You gave her a confused look but demonstrated how to sign the word, ‘like.’

Nat gave you a small nod and then said, “I like you,” as she attempted to sign it. You felt yourself blush, “I hope that’s okay,” she said. You smiled and signed it back, Nat beamed, “You do?” You gave her a small nod.

“Now show me, once more how do you sign the alphabet,” you said as you paid attention to Nat as she signed the alphabet for you one more time.

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