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godhasheardtruthfully · 7 months
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Your queen (breasts loading) Praise be to God!
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anilsharma123 · 2 years
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spiritsoulandbody · 2 years
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Proper 10 series c JULY 10 2022 Fifth Sunday after Pentecost
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https://youtu.be/pL7IV7iTmjM Read the full article
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toffoliravioli · 1 year
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literally thanking the gods that I did not spend 600 dollars to watch that trainwreck in person
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shopcat · 2 years
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its literally your moral obligation that if you see a friend innocently go i was thinking of getting into chainsaw m*n you kill bill sirens sleeper agent activate and tell them NO!!!!!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️full werewolf chained to the wall mode
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hy-ac-in-th · 2 years
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Made a wrong turn while biking.
Currently waiting to be picked up.
Doing fine.
:)
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raspberrysmoon · 4 months
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guys idk how to write religious trauma i hope im doing okay
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Bible characters who suffered depression
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stayevildarling · 1 month
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Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Dragon meets Purple, Pt 4
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Over the next couple of days Miranda couldn't help but notice that something had changed. Wilhemina and you had been quite flirty with each other. Miranda knew you to be flirty and somehow she didn't mind it as you would quite openly hit on her as well but she never knew Wilhemina to return your comments. Of course she had seen Wilhemina's gaze lingering on your chest or ass. And Miranda couldn't help but stare herself. You knew how to dress yourself, exposing parts of your body slightly but still looking fashionable and professional.
Her usual coffee date with Wilhemina was scheduled to be in her office today but she didn't want anyone overhearing the conversation she wanted to have with the redhead today.
She enters a few minutes before her usual time. ,,Ms Priestly, to what do I owe this pleasure?'' Wilhemina smirks before Miranda hands her a coffee cup. They talk business for a while, going over their schedules, some budgeting and other things that needed sorting.
The redhead could tell something was on the other woman's mind. ,,Miranda what is it?'' she asks eventually before Mirandas inner dragon makes an appearance for a swift moment.
,,Are you sleeping with her?'' she asks, her gaze averting Wilhemina's.
,,Sleeping with whom?'' Wilhemina asks, of course knowing deep down what she was implying.
,,My assistant'' Miranda replies, pursing her lips.
,,Emily? ugh no, never had a thing for the brits'' Wilhemina jokes, a smirk playing on her face. Miranda can't help but chuckle bitterly in response.
,,Y/N, are you sleeping with her?'' she finally asks, her voice sounding serious.
Wilhemina hesitates, she doesn't want to hurt Miranda but at the same time she has nothing to hide as Miranda made it quite clear in the past that this was an open thing between them. However, Miranda hadn't seen anyone since her situation-ship with Wilhemina.
,,Yes'' Wilhemina simply replies, unsure what else to say.
Miranda simply nods in response to the redheads words, appreciating Wilhemina's honesty and at the same time knowing she is the one who suggested them being open in the first place.
,,So what happens now?'' Wilhemina asks, uncertainty filling her features.
,,Nothing changes, unless you want it to'' Miranda gives Wilhemina the choice.
,,Dinner tonight?'' Wilhemina smirks contently before Miranda agrees and gets ready to exit her office.
It was a Thursday evening and neither Miranda or Wilhemina enjoyed being in the public much but they decided on getting dinner at Miranda's favourite restaurant tonight. They catch up on how things have been going, gossiping a little about Emily and Miranda talking about the hideous designer show she attended earlier in the day. Eventually the subject changes to you.
,,By the way Y/N is staying with me until she can find an apartment''. Wilhemina explains, leaving the detail out how she found you in your pjs one evening, knowing Miranda is your boss after all and not wanting to get you into trouble.
,,Fine by me, never known you to be a good samaratin like that though'' Miranda simply replies before carrying on with some other subject.
A couple of hours later, you wake up in the middle of the night, needing to use the bathroom. After, you quickly get some water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.
Blinking away the sleepiness and focusing on your feet to guide you back into the comfort of Wilhemina's guest room, you suddenly see a very familiar set of heels. Your eyes snap open as the puzzle pieces finally connect.
,,Miranda?!'' you gasp as you see her come out of Wilhemina's bedroom.
The echoing of a cane is to be heard seconds later as Wilhemina appears behind her in a purple bathrobe.
,,You are sleeping with my boss?'' you exclaim slightly shocked even though you knew deep down as they weren't all that subtle.
,,You are sleeping with HR?'' Miranda replies, a smirk playing on her lips.
The room fills with silence and for the first time since Wilhemina and Miranda had known you, you didn't have any words and simply gawped.
After a few seconds you look up seeing the smiles playing on Miranda and Wilheminas faces before you ask ,,What's funny about this?''
Miranda simply smirks before replying ,,That's all'' moving her hand to shoo you back to your room.
,,We will have a conversation about this tomorrow'' she states before looking at Wilhemina and returning back to bed.
The tension between Miranda and Wilhemina was palpable as they sit across from each other in Miranda's elegant living room the next day. The conversation had taken a sharp turn, becoming more heated and charged with unspoken emotions.
,,I don't understand why you are upset about this'' Wilhemina snaps, her voice tinged with frustration. ,,You're the one who suggested we keep things open'' she carries on.
Miranda's lips tighten, her gaze icy. ,,I didn't think you would act on it so quickly, with my assistant of all people''.
Wilhemina scoffs, leaning back in her chair ,,Don't act so high and mighty Miranda, you can't deny you find her attractive''.
Miranda's cheeks flush slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. ,,That's beside the point'' she coldly states, averting her gaze.
,,Is it?'' Wilhemina counters. ,,Or are you just upset because you're not the one getting to enjoy her company?''
Miranda's jaw clenches, her gaze meeting Wilhemina's again. ,,This is absurd, we can't share''.
In response the redheads lips curl into a smirk ,,Who said anything about sharing, I merely suggested we could both enjoy her''.
The suggestion hangs in the air, the tension slowly fading and the possibility lingering. Miranda's mind races, torn between indignation and a deep desire she couldn't deny.
Miranda has been in a few relationships, even marriages. Eventually her career would always interfere. On top of it her personality, she knew deep down she was old fashioned but she always tried hard. The possibility of dating anyone from her workplace, never really occurred to her. Since the hook ups with Wilhemina, the thought crossed her mind a few times if this could actually work, considering Wilhemina worked the same hours and they knew the importance to keep this private. Miranda hadn't been ready yet to fully commit to Wilhemina but she couldn't deny she enjoyed her company, the sass and the fact she would enjoy sitting or laying beside her in peace. But somehow since you had arrived there was this feeling she couldn't shake.
,,And what makes you think, she would agree to such a proposition?'' Miranda breaks the silence.
Wilhemina shrugs casually, her gaze not averting from Miranda for a single moment. ,,Y/N is young, adventurous. And let's face it, she's attracted to both of us''.
Miranda's pulse quickens at the thought, her initial stubbornness about the subject weakening with each passing moment. She had always prided herself on her independence, her unwillingness to share anything she considered hers. But there it was again, something about you that tired a longing within her, a desire she couldn't ignore.
,,Fine'' Miranda finally agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. ,,But she's mine tonight''.
Wilhemina's smirk widens into a satisfied grin. ,,Agreed, dear''.
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clingyduoapologist · 6 months
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I think clicking on that link was my canon event
Hey man I was just trying to help someone y’know? Like the good samaratin from hit film the Bible
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Person of Interest: What is up with Hallways?!
First it was Shaw,
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Then john decided it looks badass it does and tried it
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Then Root did it while breaking out of crazy prison (sorry bout that hersh)
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And then, the Pièce de Réaistance;
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Root and John along with Fusco and Finch
Oh, And one last thing:
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the samaratin agents wanted in on it too
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anilsharma123 · 2 years
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Samaratins? Oh yeah thanks for your help, I'm really depressed and don't wanna talk to anyone, here call this number. I am helpless and only I can help me, and if not, maybe I can talk to someone I have known for over 25 years, oh no? maybe not I can talk to myself in the mirror? oh no, maybe not. I appreciate each and every samaritan out there volunteering and giving a lend of your ear, and even putting your healthy psychological mind on the line for strangers. I know that you've made a difference and that you continue to do so. Thank you for sitting in the dirt with somebody. Thank you for taking a little bit of shit off someone else for them to get through life easier.
But we should focus on the root of the problem.
We try to make things easier, it's wrong.
The ideal value we get out of life is through responsibility, and competence. If we have those then we(at least) gain from our struggle.
So we should come up with the most efficient way (I guess?) of developing a life through competence.
To feel life strongly, in any aspect, comes with a lot of power
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howlingday · 2 years
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Mercury: Looks like we've made it pretty far, huh?
Huntress: Yes. If we get out, and we sprint for it without stopping, we can make it to Shade! Warn the others about those... things!
Mercury: Ah, so you've seen 'em, huh?
Huntress: Didn't you? I've fought Grimm for years, but those things... I think I won't sleep for weeks if I survive this. If any of us survive this!
Mercury: That would be a problem.
BANG! BANG!
Huntress: Everyone get away from the doors! They're here!
Mercury: Well, then it looks like it's time I got out of here. (Walks through the back exit) Those Grimm are Salem's newest pets, and I don't want to get caught up in their test run. (Shuts the door, Locks it, Shoots the lock)
Huntress: (Muffled, Screaming behind her) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! UNLOCK THE DOOR!
Mercury: Hey, I'm trying to help you! Think about it; this way, you won't have to live with insomnia, right? Aren't I just a good samaratin? (Whistling as he walks away, Screaming builds behind him)
RIIIIIIING!
Tyrian: Is it done?
Mercury: Hello to you, too. Yeah, I got the data. But, uh, I need some help getting out.
Tyrian: Having fun?
Mercury: Not as much fun as the Grimm behind me. But they're gonna get bored soon, so could I get a pick up?
Tyrian: It is on it's way, Mr. Black.
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rosielindy · 2 years
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Last night. Greenwood, Indiana. It’s the wild fucking west. 🤬
Meanwhile, local news is calling an armed bystander a “Good Samaratin” for killing the “bad guy with a gun.”
I don’t remember the good guy in the Bible shooting anyone. Another great day to live in Indiana. 😞
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be3skne3s · 2 years
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My neighbour just viciously shouted at me though my own hallway when I've never even spoke to the guy in my life. Defo not triggered back to childhood memories, defo didne have to call samaratins over this... I don't feel safe anywhere and it fucks me up man
And I feel so alone
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