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tinyshe · 9 months
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blackmalelaw · 5 months
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apenitentialprayer · 2 months
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My dear friend,
Do you have any interesting Adam and Eve legends? I'm not talking about the apocryphal gospels in particular, because I know a little about them.
Hey there! Not sure when you sent this, hopefully you weren't waiting for too long. Ah, there's a lot of folklore that could be looked at.
For example, there's a theme in some Islamic and Jewish folklore that Adam and Eve actually separated for a length of time after their expulsion from the Garden of Eden. This may have been a conscious choice on their part, or they may have been separated during their expulsion. In some versions, Eve is already pregnant with Cain at this time, and it is Eve's wails while giving birth that draws Adam back to her. In other versions, Eve may not yet be pregnant. In some accountings, the demon Lilith impregnates herself from Adam's wet dreams and produces a race of demons.
There's a story where Adam created by dust that angels had collected from all corners of the world, so that his creation is in some sense an epitome of all Creation. (The fact that he is created from dust from all over the world is also an etiological explanation for why there are so many different skin colors among humans).
There is a legend that Adam was buried under Golgotha; Christ's Precious Blood spilled onto and soaked into the ground where he was buried. You can see this motif in some Crucifixion icons that depict a human skull (Adam's skull) under the Cross.
The number of children that Adam and Eve have vary wildly by source; some Irish sources suggest 100 children, 50 of each sex; we have a surviving monks' trivia game that says that Adam and Eve had 63 children, 33 boys and 30 girls. The lowest number I know is 14 children total. These are all postlapsarian children, by the way; some theologians speculated that Adam and Eve may have had sinless children in the Garden of Eden, beings we now know as faeries.
Speaking of children, one Islamic tradition says that Eve always gave birth to twins; a boy and a girl, a future husband and wife. According to this story, Cain killed Abel because Cain wanted to marry Abel's twin sister and not his own.
More children stories! In one tale recorded by the Brothers Grimm, Adam and Eve had many, many children. When God came to bless them with vocations, Eve was ashamed at the ugliness of some of them, so she hid them away while presenting the beautiful ones. When she saw God bless them with destinies like becoming scholars, knights, and princes, she called the ugly ones out. By that point, all the cool vocations were handed out, so they got destinies like becoming peasants, tanners, and sailors. And that's why.... us commonfolk are ugly???
At least some Rabbinic sources attribute Psalm 92 to Adam and the angels.
Oh! And Adam and Eve may have brought plants from the Garden of Eden to our fallen world; it may be a particular tree in Kashmir, clover, or maybe wheat.
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myremnantarmy · 15 days
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Whoever eats my Flesh and drinks my Blood,
remains in me and I in him, says the Lord.
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jameslmartellojr · 3 months
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thebirdandhersong · 1 year
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I love blithely singing Taylor lyrics when I, a stubborn hater of alcohol, have never "had too much to drink tonight". Unless you count the one time I had four cups of black tea in the evening. Or drinking too much water before bed.
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angeltreasure · 2 years
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frenk-93 · 2 years
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novelmonger · 2 years
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Reblog with the hymn/worship song that makes you choke up Every. Single. Time.
For me, it's "In Christ Alone." I've simply had to accept that I can never sing the last two verses. Gets me every time T^T
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kdmiller55 · 4 months
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Never Forget
1 And the Lord spoke to Moses in the wilderness of Sinai, in the first month of the second year after they had come out of the land of Egypt, saying, 2 “Let the people of Israel keep the Passover at its appointed time. 3 On the fourteenth day of this month, at twilight, you shall keep it at its appointed time; according to all its statutes and all its rules you shall keep it.” 4 So Moses told the…
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tinyshe · 10 months
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reformedontheweb · 1 year
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The Wednesday Word: Jesus the Precious One Part 5
The Wednesday Word: Jesus the Precious One Part 5
“Unto you, therefore, which believe He is precious” (1 Peter 2:7). As we read the Acts of the Apostles we see that power, forgiveness and salvation are related to the precious name of Jesus. Take, for example, in Acts 8 where we discover the story of Philip and the Eunuch. As you remember, Philip the Evangelist was instructed by the Angel of the Lord to go to Gaza where he encountered an…
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apenitentialprayer · 1 month
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Christ of the Cross, 15th Century Germany
When I survey the wondrous Cross on which the Prince of glory died My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ my God; The vain delights that charm me most; I sacrifice them to His Blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet what grief and and love flow mingling down; Did e'er such Love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were all the realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts, "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross"
Sushila Nayyar, Gandhi's personal physician, noted that this was one of Gandhi's favorite hymns. While they were imprisoned together at Aga Khan Palace in 1942, he asked her to memorize it in order to sing to him.
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myremnantarmy · 10 months
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Eternal Father, I offer Thee the most precious blood of Thy Divine Son, Jesus, in union with the Masses said throughout the world today, for all the Holy Souls in Purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the universal Church, those in my own home and within my family.
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bunny-extract · 1 year
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need that feral jealous konig so bad 😩
me too! Read this as an exploration of his severely malformed attachment issues…or as him being a horny freak both are valid.
So. König has a huge cuckhold fantasy where he's fucking you in front of your partner. Imagines that partner as Ghost because of course they do not get along, and of course you two do. Drives him absolutely mad, and he is not above taking that jealousy out on you.
His roughness would be sudden and unannounced, but not unwelcome. He'd take his time at your mouth, holds you firm by the hair because he knows how much you like when he gets mean. Works you up with his tongue licking against yours, his fingers pawing heavy at your chest while he thinks about Ghost watching. Could nearly feel the heat of his glare just then. Pissed, and as he should be.
Nobody should treat you so carelessly. Only König. Only to prove a point.
He'd undress you hastily. Hike your shirt up and pull your pants barely down your thighs before he's on you. Would use them to trap your legs together and bend you in half, your ass in the air.
The manhandling gets you hot, whining and reactive beneath him. You'd eat up the attention, and it's enough to make his cock twitch. If he really were taking you in front of your precious fucking lieutenant, König can imagine you'd be even wetter. Would surely ask to hang your pretty little head over the edge of the bed to get fucked. Christ, not that he'd let you. He's going to have Ghost watch, nothing else. König would sooner spill blood than share you like that.
Knees to your chest, he would make you spread yourself for him while he lines himself up. It's humiliating, makes König feel like he's fucking ravaging you when he finally sinks the tip in.
He almost rethinks not prepping you, but you beg him to keep going and he can't. Can't fucking listen to you when you say please. Smothers your mouth with his hand and sinks lower with the new angle.
It'd be slow, but he'd make a good show of pushing his cock into you, inch by inch by fucking inch. You'd feel it good the next morning, and maybe someone will notice the way you limp. How you wince over every bump in the road, when you bend low enough to feel the ache inside of you.
While he's fucking into you his muttering are desperate, promises of "I can make you feel this way whenever you want, you just have to ask." Imagines Ghost would have his throat for that, but his balls are fucking heavy and he's enjoying the way they pat against your ass. Uses the bounce of your body to fuck you silly on his cock.
“Feels so much better when I do it, hm? Like it better this way, don't you?" And you'd go along with it, eyes screwed tight in search of your orgasm. He'd fuck it out of you, hold you down with a hand over your neck, his thumb resting where your pulse is strongest.
He'd draw it out as long as he could, but his orgasm would hit him sudden and unstoppable. You'd still be riding aftershocks, spasming against him when he comes. Spills inside of you, and it's the best orgasm König thinks he's ever had. Watches your eyes go big and wide before they flutter, roll sinfully back behind your lashes.
"Heilige scheiße." And there's ropes of it dripping from his cock, tethering him to you. Drenching the dark hair along his inner thighs, slipping down your ass... Quite a mess, he thinks with a watering mouth.
Ghost would clean it up for you. For the both of you. In his fantasy, at least.
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ghouljams · 2 months
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I can just imagine the first time König meets his darling goes a little like; he steps on one of her flowers and out of nowhere this woman appears and starts giving him the dressing down of his life for being "such a clumsy, unobservant oaf," but the whole time he's just starting at her with heart eyes.
She could also keep the name Bee, because she's buzzing about the flowers all day. Though, perhaps she's a bit more like a hornet with that fiery personality she has.
Yeah that's pretty much how it happens.
König has never cared much for plants, he walks through the garden with advisors in tow, grumbling and growling until he finally rounds on them to leave him the hell alone for two goddamn minutes. Christ he didn't become king so he could deal with all this mundanity, he became king because his father was weak and the kingdom was going to shit. Corruption was a hydra, each head he chopped off just sprouted three more. He needed people he could trust, not power hungry nobles that only sought to elevate their own status by joining his cabinet. He may have to look outside the kingdom for that.
König stops at the edge of a wide flower bed, well tended, but in his way. The garden is full of winding paths, ones meant to draw people in to the scenery and inspire admiration in whatever flora is blooming. As previously stated, König has never cared much for plants. He steps off the path and into the bed, not so carefully trampling over the blooms and delicate stems that live there. He's king, these are his gardens, he can destroy what he wishes. Actually it's sort of nice to destroy something after a long day of signing laws and reviewing tax nonsense. He steps more purposefully onto a rose bush, eyes wide and pleased at the way the thorns drag against his clothes and attempt to prick him. Good, he hopes they draw a little blood for the trouble it's causing to walk through them. He even hears them yelp.
Oh no, that was a human. He stops grinding his boot into the woody stems and glances back at you. You look horrified. You look mad. Oh you look mad. He feels the emotion sink down his spin like warm honey, your eyes are furious as you pick your way through the trampled flowers. Actually you stop and gasp in horror at one of the bushes he'd destroyed crouching to fret over the stems and cup the delicate petals. König takes that as his sign to continue his walk. He doesn't expect you to stand in front of him or push your hands against his chest to yell at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You ask him, fury edging your voice, his eyes dart between yours enjoying the fire in them, "Do you have any idea the work I've had to put in to make the hydrangeas that color? The soil has to be exactly right or they won't be red enough and look at what you're doing to my roses!" You push at him again, he tips his head to properly stare down at you.
"Move." He commands, and you push him again. Something shakes in his eyes, makes the world feel like it's trembling on the edge of insanity.
"You are supposed to stay on the path," You insist, "You move!"
"I am your king," König threatens, "Move or I will move you."
It hardly seems to make you do more than glare. He'd think you were stupid if he hadn't decided you were crazy. You point at the path he's made for himself. "This is my garden, and my flowers, and you-" You jab a finger against his chest, "-are going to apologize for ruining it."
König grabs your wrist and drags you, kicking, the rest of the way across the flower bed. You do your best, but he's sure to make you trample some of your precious flowers same as him. He tosses you onto the path and, though you stumble, you manage to keep yourself upright, glaring as he steps over the stone edging and back onto the path. You clench your hands into fists, and he hopes maybe you'll cry. He likes when that happens, it's fun seeing the waterworks. Instead you slap him, and all his anger and annoyance fall into the pit of his stomach as the chainmail mask stings both his cheek and your hand.
You seem to realize you've just struck the king almost as quickly as König realizes it. Though your reaction and his are miles apart. You freeze and he, decidedly doesn't. König grabs your arms and squeezes you, leaning in close to look you in the eye. You can smell the metal of his mask, see the almost reddish color of his irises. The mad dog that killed his father rather than wait for a throne that was already his. He's going to kill me, you think to yourself, watching the heave of his shoulders as he breathes.
"Do it again," He squeezes you tighter and your fear flips to confusion, "mein Herz, mein liebe, do it again Liebling."
Who are you to deny an order from your king?
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