#the holy bible went FLYING

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[freelancearsonist]

Won't You Suffer for the Angels to Fly?

➔ Joel Miller x fem!Reader - 2k

➔ Joel finds religion in the last place he expected to--a preacher's daughter.

➔ Rated MA for pure blasphemy. a lot of religious imagery and defiling of holy places--please read at your own risk. unprotected p in v sex, creampie, squirting, fingering (f receiving), corruption kink, HEFTY age gap (r is early 20s [unspecified], joel is 56), reader uses feminine pronouns and has female anatomy [please let me know if i missed anything at all :)]

➔ this is for my mid to plus!sized readers :) you're beautiful and valid and i love you. this was written in basically one sitting after i binged mike flanagan's midnight mass in one night. thank you to my lovelies @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @shakespeareanwannabe for talking me through this <3 title is from "heaven only knows" by bob moses

The Bible teaches–at least according to what Joel was able to gleam from the Easter service–that everything happens for a reason. That every pelting raindrop in its descent from the sky, even before it lands heavy and dark in his hair or soaks the lush green landscape of Jackson, has a purpose.

He’s struggled a lot with purpose ever since hearing that existential crisis-inspiring sermon that Tommy had dragged him to. 

In the preacher’s defense, it went over well with everyone else. So many people are lost nowadays, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to have space for them. They need that hope, that reassurance that they’re here for a reason. That they’ve survived hell on earth not out of luck, but out of purpose. He pulled out the big gun that everyone needed to hear on one of the two days a year that everyone in Jackson has their ears open to him. It was tactful, and Joel has to acknowledge that. Your father is clever, if not cunning.

It’s a trait that you’ve learned directly from him, whether purposeful or not. But you sat right in the front row and nodded along to every word, accepting without thought or conflict that purpose is in every action, every reaction, every change of tide and every gust of wind.

And if everything has a purpose, your purpose must be to torture him.

You never have anything but a smile on your face for Joel. Joel, a man older than your own father, a man whose hands have broken every commandment that you hold so dear. A man that should know better than to let you get under his skin and infect his dreams.

He wonders what it would be like to hold someone so perfectly untainted in hands that have killed and destroyed and sinned. Hands that are strong, hands that are experienced, hands that are greedy. He’s certain he could teach you all about greed. He could make you beg, plead, sob for more and more and more until the only thought remaining in your pretty little head is how much you want to take from him. Until you become a glutton at the altar of his generosity.

And oh, how generous he could be once he had you begging. Minding your manners and asking nicely for what you need, of course, but he would never deny you anything you asked of him.

“Can I help you with that, Mr. Miller?” He hadn’t even noticed he was struggling–and he wouldn’t be, really, if he wasn’t so distracted. Putting new legs on a pew isn’t the issue after all; it’s the fact that you’re sitting there on the stairs that lead up to the altar and absentmindedly swinging your legs as if you’re taunting him. As if you understand that his resolve is slipping with every passing second he’s alone in this room with you. 

“Joel.”

“Hmm?” You shift your posture to lean closer, and that skirt that’s already way too short to be worn by the pastor’s daughter, in a house of God of all places, rides just a little further up your deliciously full thighs. 

How is he expected to work, to keep his mind on the job, when all he wants is to know what those thighs might feel like wrapped around his head?

He clears his throat and adjusts “You can call me Joel, sweetheart.”

He sees it, then. It’s so subtle, but it’s not imagined. You squirm at the pet name, at the raspy drawl of his voice, and it changes everything for him.

He sees in his mind the sweet girl, barely out of her teens, who sits in the front pew with a Bible in her lap. He sees the girl who sings so sweetly to the tune of every hymn. He sees the girl who’s so shy that she blushes every time she catches his gaze.

And then he sees everything underneath the act. He sees the girl who’s bold enough to wear a bright red dress to the Easter service. He sees the girl who makes eye contact with him across the dining hall every night to watch the way he reacts to her lips wrapped so tantalizingly smoothly around her spoon. He sees the girl who knew he would be alone in the chapel today–the girl who wore an easily accessible skirt just for the occasion.

You bookmark the page you’re on and set down the book you were reading, eyes fixated on him all the while. “Is there something I can help with, Joel?”

There certainly is, and it’s not the pew he’s supposed to be repairing.

He remembers, vaguely, hearing something about how God spares guilt from sinners when sin is necessary. It must be necessary to teach you a lesson, then–as you stride over and kneel beside him, your eyes heavy with anticipation and lashes fluttering, he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

“Hasn’t your daddy taught you not to dress like this?” He takes the hem of your skirt idly in his hand, rubs the silky fabric between his thumb and forefinger. He’s not touching you, not really, but his hand is so achingly close. An inch or two, and he’d feel your warmth–those plush thighs that God created to rule over Joel Miller’s mind, body, and soul; ‘til death does he finally know peace, amen.

You shake your head and even manage to seem smug as you say, “No. He just teaches everyone else to resist temptation.”

“I’ve never been much good at that,” he murmurs.

He thinks that you know that. He thinks that you’re his crucible, his most important moral trial–that maybe, if he can turn you away now, he’s a good man.

Joel Miller is not a good man. His kiss is crushing. It’s hellfire, it’s brimstone, it’s everything you’ve been taught to fear your entire life. You melt into it so prettily, accepting your damnation with parted lips and eager eyes. A wanton moan gets caught in your throat when his hand slips further up your skirt. 

No panties–in a place of worship, no less. He should bend you over his knee for this transgression, make sure you understand how filthy you are. But there’s hardly time for that now, not when he’s even more desperate than you are. And you are desperate–dripping down his fingers into the palm of his hand as your teeth leave perfect little indents in the plush skin of your bottom lip.

His free hand grips your chin firmly, guiding your eyes to his. He wants to see your depravity, the flickering embers of lust in your eyes as you come on his fingers and cry out for salvation from the all-consuming pleasure.

“Oh my God–”

His hand tightens around your jaw just the slightest bit in warning. “No, baby. You moan my name when I’m touchin’ you.”

And you do–thighs trembling, eyes watering, you cry out his name like a prayer as your cunt pulses and squeezes around his willing fingers.

There’s an unpracticed tremble to your hand as you reach to work open his belt, and it makes his cock throb under the confining material of his jeans.

You want every inch of his skin pressed against yours, so desperate for it that you’re nearly in tears when he pulls your fingers away from the buttons on his shirt. He’s not foolish–no one steps foot into this place during the week, but he knows better than to tempt God’s sense of humor. This has to be quick and contained, and you know it too; you picked your little skirt for exactly that reason.

He catches a glimpse of your glistening need as you settle over his thighs, and once again he battles to resist temptation. He whispers in your ear as you settle your chest against his and grind that fluttering, sensitive cunt along his length–promises himself more than you, really, that he’ll bury his face in your folds and drink from you next time. Next time–the promise makes you clench impossibly hard around nothing.

His eyes have never been quite as heavy as they are when you start to sink that dripping heat down his cock. Head tipped back, throat exposed, completely at your mercy. He has to force himself to look up at you–to worship the goddess enshrined on his altar, all his for the taking.

You bite into your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as your hips settle against his, completely overwhelmed by the burning stretch of his size. He’s a challenge, certainly, but one that you are determined to overcome. 

“Easy, baby girl,” he grumbles as you start to rock against him before you’re truly accommodated. His hands rest heavy on your hips–not anchoring, but encouraging. As wrong–as depraved–as this may be, he wants you to enjoy it without pain. “That’s right, nice and slow.”

It doesn’t stay that way, though; the desperation mounts to a boiling point until you’re bouncing fervently in his lap. It’s delicious, the way the thick head of him drags against something deep and sensitive within you. He guides you when your thighs start to burn, grip tightening enough to leave forbidden bruises in the soft flesh of your hips. His mouth presses to yours, breathing the oxygen straight from your lungs as he presses his hips up. There’s nothing you can do but take it, pliant in his hold, head rolling back to accommodate the wet drag of his mouth and the tickling scratch of his beard against your throat.

He feels it before you do–a subtle flutter as your cunt tries sucking him in even deeper. And maybe, if he was a good man, he’d lean away from it and have mercy on you. But he’s not a good man–he’s a greedy, wanton, desperate man. He angles his hips and thrusts as hard as he can, shoving you into your release with force.

You overflow with it; gushing over him like a flood, staining his hastily pushed down jeans and the floorboards beneath.

He pushes you onto your back like you’re weightless, adrenaline coursing as he starts to slam into you. It’s not polite or sweet or loving–he fucks into you and empties himself like an animal. He growls deep in his throat as his cock pulses within you, instructing you to “take it, baby girl” as if you’d consider anything less. 

You don’t know where your release ends and his begins. All you know is his weight on top of you, his mouth on your jaw, the collective breathless pants that fill the room as you both come down together.

You’re not sure how long it is before he pulls out of your warmth with an actual whine, breath heavy against your neck where his face is so comfortably nestled.

And you start to laugh, because you wish you’d worn panties after all–you don’t know how you’re going to get home with the mess of cum that’s dripping down the curve of your ass.

He even chuckles with you, until he tears his eyes away from your blissed face and sees the cross hanging heavy on the far wall.

“Th-that…” he gulps. “That can’t happen again.”

“It can,” you assure him, and he supposes you’re right.

You keep your head down and your eyes to yourself on Sunday, even as you spot the barely-noticeable stain on the hardwood floor next to the newly-repaired pew on the right side of the aisle. It’s so faint that no one would notice it unless they were looking for it, but it’s glaringly obvious to you. You should be ashamed; you should be begging for forgiveness. But then you meet Joel’s watchful eyes, and the shame washes away. How can you feel guilty over an act of worship?

THE END

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[beepshroom]

[tw: bible verses]

i love reading the descriptions of angels in the bible. i connect so much with them, it’s like i’m reading a description of myself.

my favourite examples:

Ezekiel 1:5-14 (NIV):

"and in the fire was what looked like four living creatures. In appearance their form was human, but each of them had four faces and four wings. Their legs were straight; their feet were like those of a calf and gleamed like burnished bronze. Under their wings on their four sides they had human hands. All four of them had faces and wings, and the wings of one touched the wings of another. Each one went straight ahead; they did not turn as they moved."

Daniel 10:5-6 (NIV):

"I looked up and there before me was a man dressed in linen, with a belt of fine gold from Uphaz around his waist. His body was like topaz, his face like lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze, and his voice like the sound of a multitude."

Revelation 4:6-8 (NIV):

"In the center, around the throne, were four living creatures, and they were covered with eyes, in front and in back. The first living creature was like a lion, the second was like an ox, the third had a face like a man, the fourth was like a flying eagle. Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under its wings. Day and night they never stop saying: 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.'"

Isaiah 6:2-3 (NIV):

"Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another: 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.'"

Revelation 5:11-12 (NIV):

"Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. In a loud voice they were saying: 'Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!'"

#angelkin #biblical angelkin #tw religion #alterhuman #divinekin #otherkin #copinglink

[two-red-lungs]

A Different Kind of Kindness

Everybody has a different love language, the holy bible that is Cosmopolitan magazine says. You’ve never bothered figuring out yours. Deep down, you already knew. To acknowledge it would change everything. (Eddie/Reader)

Word count: 2000

Lingering between every clique of people means you end up “knowing” a lot of people and not really befriending any of them. But it also means you brush shoulders with all sorts of folks: like, through your geeky calculus class friend, the infamous freak and notorious drug dealer Eddie Munson. 

You talked occasionally over the first month of senior year, in passing, when he said hi to your math friend. He didn’t seem nearly as overtly demonic as others made him out to be. Just kind of a loudmouth. Fun, though. Made you smile and roll your eyes.

One day, sitting out on a picnic table and doing some calculus homework revisions with your study buddy while soaking up the last rays of late autumn sun, Munson slammed down onto the bench opposite you and derailed the conversation completely. 

He was a firecracker. He joked. You laughed.

And from then on, lunches were with Eddie and his ever-rotating small cast of freaks and geeks: outside, or on the bleachers, or in the cafeteria. Hey, it was free entertainment. Never a dull moment with him around.

Although, as time went on, his eating habits... worried you. Munson was like a seagull. During lunch he’d always pull out some sort of weird food- a packet of peanuts, or a whole sleeve of ritz crackers, or a plastic-wrapped stick of gas station beef jerky.

And he never finished any of it. Picking at it idly as he raucously laughed and snickered, boots going tap tap tap against the table leg, slouched back in his chair. He’d get so distracted most of the time whatever scraps he’d brought would be completely forgotten: and then, like clockwork, he’d excuse himself five minutes before lunch was over to go have a smoke.

Basically, the guy ran on nicotine, caffeine, and processed flour. It worried you. Wouldn’t it worry anyone? Wasn’t it a normal human thing to do, to be off put by that?

One day your idle discomfort with the prospect just... got the better of you. Overrode your usual careful rationality, your strategic social distancing.

Eddie wound up walking next to you, headed for the usual cafeteria table, and you rummaged around in your brown bagged lunch as you fell into step. Pulling out half of the plastic wrapped sandwich you’d made for yourself: a BLT, bacon perfectly crisp, toasted to goddamn perfection.

“Hey, um. I’m not super hungry today.” You eventually said. “I don’t want this to go to waste, though. Want half? I’ll just chuck it, if you don’t. It’s fine.”

The tip of a pink tongue wetted his lips, the rocker looking taken aback. You both never really... talked to one another. Not one-on-one. Only around other people. He got himself together quickly. “Uh, sure. Yeah. Thanks, man.” And then he was getting his name crowed by the table of his friends and was loping over there, all smiles and rattling chains, sandwich in hand. 

That was the first day you ever saw him, like, properly eat. Long guitarist fingers unwrapping the cling-wrap as he talked and then bam, it was gone, eaten in seconds. No fuss, no distractions. 

It made you feel weirdly... self-satisfied. You brushed the feeling off, turning to your calculus partner and trading notes over the sticky plastic tabletops.

The next week you whistled sharply in the hallway, and Eddie’s wild head turned around in the noise, just in time for him to catch the shiny foil-wrapped sandwich flying through the air at him. He blinked, objectively confused.

You played it cool. “Made an extra for my dad. He didn’t want it.”

“Shit, I’m not complaining.” There was that stupid grin again, wide under dark chocolate eyes. 

And then the sandwich was gone again, his lunch of a singular syrupy fruit cup forgotten, and Eddie licked the pad of his thumb to get the last drop of mustard off it as he argued with a friend.

You didn’t know why you wanted to keep doing it. You just knew that you did. That it made you feel warm, even when half the words you traded with the guy were jabs and you really only hung out when others were present.

It became a habit. The norm, twice a week, clockwork. You pointedly didn’t acknowledge it and neither did he: thank god for small mercies. You didn’t know what you were gonna say if he brought it up. You don’t have to feed me like a fucking pigeon, man. I’m not a charity case.

But he never said that, too polite and warm-hearted under his manic smile and looming presence to even hint at it. Took it all in stride. Seemed pleased every time, trading looks with you from under his fringe that went on just a moment too long, until you chickened out and looked down at your hands laced on the table.

People didn’t do things for Eddie. Not for free. Not unless they wanted something. You knew that. Knew that’s why he looked at you with equal parts wariness and satisfaction.

The weird, indirect, pseudo-friendship continued. A whistle to grab his attention, an extra sandwich or a tupperware salad arcing his way, him catching it with ease and a grin.

Sometimes, your other acquaintances asked why you packed double lunches so damn often. It was easier to say ‘force of habit’ than it was to say you were completely fucking hooked on the poodle-haired outcast’s smile.

He was trading back, now, in November. Little indirect things. An open extended invite to see his band play, free of charge, made in front of a group of his friends. A keychain he made a big deal of ‘raffling’ off at the table and ultimately gave to you. All gestures hidden under the guise of being for everyone. But they were always for you. You knew it. He knew it. 

Neither of you said anything.

“Why don’t I ever get free food?” Dustin whined, gesturing miserably to his wet cafeteria pizza when you plopped down and handed Eddie a reuben, not even looking at him, digging into your own identical one.

Eddie held up a finger to hush the young man, chewing thoughtfully. “Shh, shut up. No talky-talky. Your words are ruining my sandwich.”

The table erupted into lapping waves of chuckles. You hid your pleased flush behind a gulp of water.

Another week, another whistle and a sandwich. But this time, ring-clad fingers in the corner of your vision slid a ziplock bag of potato chips in front of you. You glanced up to the head of the table. Eddie, not interrupting the very intense conversation unfurling between the other table members, wetted his lips with his tongue and lifting the corner of his sandwich bread, showing you the concoction inside.

“Do it.” He hiss-whispered over the conversation, pointing the potato chips tucked into his sandwich.

You wrinkled your nose. “Gross.”

“No, man, it’s good. Trust me, alright?”

Two chips went into your perfectly composed chicken salad sandwich. Oh. Damn. The crunch brought it to a whole other level. You looked back at Eddie and he was already slowly nodding, a grin spreading across his face: you like it, his expression read. 

You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop from smiling. I do, yours said back. He bumped your elbow with his playfully and you shook your head, holding in a laugh.

“No man, you can get all sorts of chicks with these things. They’re like codexes.” Your math partner said loudly, gesturing with the Cosmopolitan magazine at the other table occupants even as they scoffed. “Seriously! What, you don’t want all the help you geeks can get?” He cracked it open, thumbing through pages and starting to read aloud.

You tuned him out, staring down at the fluorescent reflection on the table and taking quiet satisfaction in how Munson always pulled out of the conversations and focused on your cooking, basically shoving your food into his face as fast as he could. It was one of the rare times you saw him quiet.

“The languages of love. Oh, here we go. Quality time.” Your study buddy continued, nose in the magazine. “You like romantic time spent together. Cuddling, hiking, or romantic dates at the movies are good candidates for you.” The other tablemembers cooed sarcastically and he snickered. “Physical touch. Kisses, hugs, and warm embraces are your language of preference. Consider talking to your sweetheart about ways to spend more time together with skin on skin.”

When he waggled his eyebrows you couldn’t help but snort into your sandwich.

“Next up, gifts: giving and receiving. One of the most common love languages. You show your affection with little tokens given your sweetheart. Fun trivia fact: the most common method of gift-giving is through food.”

You went completely still, freezing up like someone had dumped a cooler of water down on your head. Everyone else was still laughing, talking, poking fun at the magazine, blowing past the last topic. 

But in the corner of your eye you saw guitarist hands that had also fallen motionless.

Looking sideways at Eddie was a mistake.

Because he was looking back, those beautiful doe-eyes wide and completely blindsided, lips softly parted. Something clearly registering for him.

Oh shit. Oh shit, that’s totally what this has been, this entire time. You abruptly stood, heart racing, and excused yourself, lunch forgotten. Because what friend brings their other friend lunch so often, what friend wakes up a half-hour early to poke around in the fridge and think ‘hmm, what would make this person smile today’?

It wasn’t a friend thing. It was not a friend thing. 

Jesus. You’d been awkwardly flirting with him for months and hadn’t even let yourself recognize it.

You burst out of the hallway doors and into the cold November air, pale sunlight reflecting off of rows of parked cars, thinking stupid stupid stupid over and over again. You hugged yourself in the chill. 

Were you crushing on Eddie Munson? Eccentric, smiley metalhead, never afraid to speak his mind? Completely and utterly fine with being his truest self, not giving a shit about what anybody thought?

...God help you, you were.

And then the front school doors slammed open behind you and you nearly jumped out of your damn skin, heart flipping upside-down in your chest, spinning around to come face-to-face with Eddie’s big eyes and cascading mane-framed face.

He lost all his confidence the moment you locked eyes with him, taking a half-step back, not knowing what do with his hands. Tall and nervous. “Look..” he finally got out, shaking his head, avoiding eye contact. Hands gesturing kind of helplessly. “You’re... I just...”

Oh god, was this a tactless rejection?

Without even thinking you were turning backwards, storming away, trying to put some distance between yourself and that spiked-covered, foul-mouthed ray of sunshine, trying to clear your head-

And then there was a big hand grabbing your wrist, stopping you, and Eddie’s face was suddenly inches away, closer to you than he’d ever been. “Can I just-” he was babbling, scrambling for words, and his fingers were so warm, “-shit, can I just kiss you? Would that be okay? Would-”

You didn't’ even let him finish. Stupid, stupid man, with soft, hot lips, tasting like caffeinated cola and salt. It was everything you didn’t even know you had been wanting all these months. Heat bust in your chest all at once. A fire right up against your heart. You grabbed handfuls of his leather jacket.

Lips parted, heartbeat going bam bam bam in your mouth. His hot breath puffed on your face.

He spoke first, a slow grin crinkling the skin under his eyes. “Holy shit. You like me.”

You thumped a fist against his chest, pushing on his pectoral, a denial on your tongue, but he early hunted down your mouth again before you could get it out. Broad hands cupped your chin like he was trying to drink you down, get you as close as he could. You went up on tiptoe, completely enveloped in the smell of leather and deodorant, completely shielded from the world by leather and black fabric.

“...Maybe just a little.” You weakly got out, eventually. You bit your lip. “I don’t, uh. I don’t cook for anyone.”

Eddie just laughed: smiley and warm and incredulous. It rumbled in his chest under your hands, and he was kissing you again, and it was kind and soft and you knew absolutely Munson’s love language had to be physical touch.

He was weird. You were different. It was perfect.

God, the Hellfire club wasn’t going to be able to shut up about this for weeks.

#love language trope my beloved <3 #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #my writing

[amoneki-ramblings]

oh and also idk if the amoneki blog is the place to ask but can u tell me about ur opinion of eto :]

OH HELL YEAH !!!! I should've clarified, I'm cool with asks for anything/anyone, unfortunately I might not have as much to say for some characters/ships since. I'm still getting through the manga orz but I'd down to discuss anyone!!

Also sidenote but thank you for sending two asks?? I'm answering this one first since the amoneki ask will take me. A while. But also I read this and immediately went "eto !!! eto holy shit it's her!!" so I must get the energy out (and hope it's coherent)

How I feel about this character:  Goddd Eto is so fucking Cool as a character. She has so many things I absolutely Love in one character. She's an absolute monster in terms of power, eldritch-like, she is a horror beyond anyone's comprehension and I love her so much for that. When she made her first (I think) big appearance in :re (Volume 5. The Kanae Scene) I loved her sooo much more I love her fucked up-ness, I love her Apple and God Thing and 'breaking down people's idols and becoming their god' because I Love religious symbolism. She's so ominous and formidable and she has such a fucking presence, it's amazing, yet at the same time we still see the same loneliness in her that's prevelant in the majority of Tokyo Ghoul, but maybe even moreso. Throughout the series it's shown how important parents and family are and how they've shaped the characters and give them drive (especially considering almost nobody has both parents. alive, and it effects everyone So Much it's a constant theme.) And obviously Eto couldn't really. Have that. At all. And it fucked her up definitely. The loneliness is overshadowed by. The Monstrosity (which makes sense of course, because that loneliness also brews Hatred for the world) but it also cuts through in things like her writing as Takatsuki Sen (which Kaneki obviously picks up on and relates to), the way it shines through when she's able to deconstruct others' desires and wills and suffering (after all, one must experience suffering themself to truly understand someone else's), and the slight respite with Aogiri (man. I wish to know more of her dynamics with the members/executives so bad) god I love her so much, she also has such a cool character design I'm in love with it, I can't wait to see her even more in :re.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:  Hmm since she hasn't made too many major appearances with individual characters so far none really yet? However I feel like I may grow very intrigued in etoken, two people that share loneliness, they're also a little fucked up I think they could be interesting together (I'm certain they're gonna interact more later also i've seen. the eyeball scene (on accident) and honestly yeah that's my kinda Weirdness))

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Again I want to see more of her appearances/interactions with others more first !! But I'd honestly be happy just to see her interact with the other Aogiri executives more, it's pretty entertaining and it's definitely my kinda thing

My unpopular opinion about this character:  I guess I wouldn't really know if anything I thought is considered unpopular haha, I just kinda like her all around okay?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Well, currently I just want to see her more in general, although I think seeing more of the ways she can totally screw with people would be great, she is so Psychological Horror and I fully support it

my OTP: Again, none yet but there may be Something on the horizon

my cross over ship: Honestly I don't really have any crossover tg ships

a headcanon fact: I am taking this opportunity to increase the religious undertones tenfold. She can pull out So many bible references on the fly (that a lot of people probably don't get) and definitely weaves them throughout her writing (Kaneki canonically knows things from the bible, more than the average person at least, so he would absolutely pick up on them). I think she'd have some very interesting thoughts about the bible and what it says about humanity and the idea of God itself, and she definitely owns one somewhere

Hopefully that wasn't too long orz Anyways yes I see Eto in my inbox and I jump up and down in excitement I don't have a coherent list of favorite characters but she is definitely Somewhere in there and I'd let her rip my limbs off anyday Eto my beloved

#asks #ipsen #tokyo ghoul #tg #eto yoshimura #yoshimura eto #i told myself this would be so much shorter to answer which is why i tackled this ask first but it's been like 40 minutes. oh boy #any character that has a lot of religious undertones immediately gets bonus points and bias in my book #(you'll never guess what other characters i like) #anyways eto has so many small details and layers to her and they're sad and lonely but also fucked up and angry #and it's everything i could ever want in a character #absolutely amazing splendid i am such a fan

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The Woman and the Dragon

1 And a great sign was seen in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon underneath her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars;

2 And she was with child, and she cried out, travailing in birth and being in pain to bring forth.

3 And another sign was seen in heaven; and behold, there was a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and on his heads seven diadems.

4 And his tail drags away the third part of the stars of heaven, and he cast them to the earth. And the dragon stood before the woman who was about to bring forth, so that when she brings forth he might devour her child.

5 And she brought forth a son, a man-child, who is to shepherd all the nations with an iron rod; and her child was caught up to God and to His throne.

6 And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she has a place there prepared by God so that they might nourish her there a thousand two hundred and sixty days.

7 And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels went to war with the dragon. And the dragon warred and his angels.

8 And they did not prevail, neither was their place found any longer in heaven.

9 And the great dragon was cast down, the ancient serpent, he who is called the Devil and Satan, he who deceives the whole inhabited earth; he was cast to the earth, and his angels were cast down with him.

10 And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, Now has come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of His Christ, for the accuser of our brothers has been cast down, who accuses them before our God day and night.

11 And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they loved not their soul-life even unto death.

12 Therefore be glad, O heavens and those who dwell in them. Woe to the earth and the sea because the devil has come down to you and has great rage, knowing that he has only a short time.

13 And when the dragon saw that he was cast to the earth, he persecuted the woman who brought forth the man-child.

14 And to the woman there were given the two wings of the great eagle that she might fly into the wilderness into her place, where she is nourished for a time and times and half a time from the face of the serpent.

15 And the serpent cast water as a river out of his mouth after the woman that he might cause her to be carried away by its current.

16 And the earth helped the woman, and the earth opened its mouth and swallowed the river which the dragon cast out of his mouth.

17 And the dragon became angry with the woman and went away to make war with the rest of her seed, who keep the commandments of God and have the testimony of Jesus.

18 And he stood on the sand of the sea. — Revelation 12 | Recovery Version (REC) The Recovery Version of the Holy Bible © 2016 Living Stream Ministry. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 3:1; Genesis 3:15; Exodus 19:4; Deuteronomy 32:11; Job 1:9; Job 1:11; Job 2:5; Psalm 2:9; Psalm 96:11; Psalm 104:2; Song of Solomon 6:10; Isaiah 26:17; Isaiah 27:1; Isaiah 44:23; Isaiah 66:6-7; Daniel 7:7; Daniel 8:10; Daniel 10:13; Daniel 10:21; Daniel 12:12; Matthew 2:16; Matthew 23:24; Luke 14:26; John 16:33; 2 Corinthians 11:3; 1 John 2:3; Revelation 11:12; Revelation 20:2; Revelation 20:11

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[angeltreasure]

I went to a new place for Eucharistic Adoration. It’s that church that my mom found that has her favorite confessional. I almost didn’t walk in because the little hallway looked like the back of someone’s office! The size is about the same maybe a bit smaller than my registered parish. I’m not a fan of the seats they are tiny and the kneelers looked broken. They had other paintings in there like the Father holding the Eucharist in both hands with the Holy Spirit flying next to Him, a large painting of Our Lady of Guadalupe with extra tall votive candles in front of the stained glass window, an even smaller Divine Mercy painting on the side wall, and a Bible on a pedestal. The monstrance was mostly golden colored with rays like a shining sun but it also had a bit of dark silver which is a rare sight for me. Maybe three other people were there. It was good.

[classic-caldwell-moment]

@dicktat I'm back at it again, my good buddy friend buddy chum friend pal!

Title: "News Report: Femboy Hooters Demon Strikes Again!".

Category: Shitpost. LMAO.

Warnings: Body horror, violence.

Summary: Aiden thinks he needs to change professions, and Lawan is close behind him.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm sick of your terrible driving!" Lawan gasped as Aiden went swerved down another road, slamming her head into the passenger door window, "You don't drive any better!" he responded confidently, coming to an abrupt stop at the red light and almost tossing holy water across the dashboard, "Ah yeah! Go ahead, waste all that." his companion snickered, earning a rough elbow to the ribs and a soft chuckle in return as the car revved back up and drove fast down the road, "Are we any closer to the location anyway?", Lawan shrugged loosely and checked her phone for the location once again, "Next roa- AUGHD- AIDEN CALDWELL! WATCH IT!" she broke into a yell as she bounced around in her seat, glaring daggers at the priest beside her as he almost crashed into a lamppost.

Aiden hummed and stopped the car with a groan, "I think we both know who it is in there-" he stopped mid sentance when he saw Lawan's exhausted face, she looked irritated and just entirley done with life, black blouse messy and hair even worse, definitely not helped by his uneducated driving skills, "Yup." she muttered, popping open the van door and stepping out with a click of her heels, Aiden was fast after her, almost falling onto the pavement as he got the back doors to the van open to retrieve all they'd need, they were honestly lucky the Demon that had been targeting them was so...Relaxed, all they needed as a bit of holy water, which Aiden almost spilled, a cross or two and the bible; the creature of the damned always gave up after some give and take, and they could always leave swiftly after the exorcism was performed.

Lawan took the bible from Aiden's hands with a sigh, gripping the leather bound pages tightly, "One of these days I'm going to shove this holy book so far up the monsters ass." she seethed, face feeling warm and red, Aiden snorted and adjusted his collar, coat and shoulder bag, "Please. Of all the things, our lords word is what you choose?" he side eyed her with a grin, "Let's get going.", the two religious individuals approached the bar, the last few locations this monster had targeted all had a running theme and this was no different, he seemed to enjoy roleplaying, using the servers and waitresses of food and drink establishments like dolls in a dollhouse, it would be amusing if it didn't involve the contortion and possession of those who worked there, Aiden flinched slightly as the lights flickered ominously; "Our mighty lord give me strength." Lawan murmured as the two kicked the door open with a bang, Aiden's coat flying out around him like he got struck by an incredible wind force but, the two of them knew it was due to the effort it took to kick the door in, they'd never admit it though.

"DEMON! SHOW YOURSELF!" Aiden hollered into the warmly lit bar, the lights trembling and dimming slightly, "REVEAL YOURSELF TO THE CHILDREN OF GOD!" Lawan backed him up, flicking open the bible with a dramatic page turning sound, the building shook and a green glow filled the room for the briefest of moments, before the oh so familiar figure of a bartender rose from under the bar, eyes glowing jade and smile unnatural, yup...It's him, "Hello! What may we serve you tonight?" the bartender called fondly, gesturing broadly to the two fancily dressed folk, Aiden sighed and popped off the cork on the holy water vial, "House special, perhaps?" the bartenders smile grew wider, eyes squinting playfully, "We have no time to play games with you, creature of fire." Aiden responded calmly, shrugging and tossing the cork aside, Lawan grinned back at the bartender and tilted her head teasingly; though her smile faltered when she saw the bartenders gaze glint ever so slightly.

"Aiden-" she whispered, the priest glanced at her with a raised brow, "What's wrong?" he asked quietly, "AIDEN-", the man watched in shock as his companion suddenly slumped to the ground with a crackling noise, the bartender long since discarded as the demons current host, Aiden tumbled backwards and squeezed the holy water tightly, "Oh! Oh, this is different!" Lawan's piloted body laughed softly as it rose from the floor, eyes bright green and hair dangling over its forehead, "I never thought of doing this before!", Aiden cringed and leaned away as it stepped forward, smile wide and eyes full of fondness, "Let her go-" he responded firmly, those green eyes narrowed and it recoiled with a laugh, "You make me laugh, Kid! C'mon, now I have a new body to play with, you can continue to humour me!" it wheezed, diving out of the way when Aiden tossed the holy water vial at it, "Let her go, Demon!" Aiden reaffirmed, trailing behind the Lawan puppet, which giggled playfully and slipped behind a wall fixture.

Aiden peered around the fixture but it was gone, his entire body jumping when a hand traced his shoulder with a hum, "Boo.", he screamed and swung his elbow back wildly, bag slipping from his shoulders and thumping to the floor as he raced around the wall fixture, a laugh echoed out around him, almost tripping over a chair, and then actually tripping over a waitresses unused body, "OW. OW. FUCK." he muttered, rising to his feet with a heavy sigh and narrowly avoiding the Lawan puppets mock attacks, "Oh, father!" it chuckled, leaning over a table and doing finger guns in Aiden's direction, "DON'T CALL ME THAT, I'LL THROW UP, I SWEAR!" Aiden hollered, narrowly missing the bible as he dove past where Lawan had fell to the floor, stumbling back to pick it up and tossing it into his pocket, "Father-", Aiden gagged and a booming laugh filled his ears; "WAIT- YOU WOULD?! REALLY?!" it giggled, chasing behind him as Aiden slid over the bar and ran into the alcohol storage room.

"I WOULD!" he shouted behind his shoulder, almost knocking over a good bottle of whiskey, he eyed it curiously before picking it up and racing through the room again, "Stealing?! Wow, for a man of god, you really like to break his rules!" the Lawan puppet laughed, leaning over a rack of wine by the door Aiden had entered from, "GET BENT, HAKON!" Aiden laughed back, glancing at the whiskey and sighing, tossing it in the Lawan puppets direction, its eyes widened and it ducked out of sight as the bottle collided with the wall with a saddening crack, "Man..." Aiden mumbled, sprinting out of the second door and into the rather small kitchen, made for serving curly fries and over priced burritos, colliding hard with Lawan and yelling in suprise, racing backwards and almost tripping over his own feet, "NOPE! NOPE! I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! NNNNOPE!" he yelled to himself, tossing himself through the first door and hurling over the bar; he was looking for his bag, where did he lose it again?

The bartender rose from behind the bar with a sickening meaty noise, meaning the demon, Hakon, had abandoned Lawan as a host, "Whatcha looking for, Father?" he cooed, Aiden wretched and the monster wheezed out a bark of a laugh, trailing after him as Aiden searched for his bag, "Where is it?! Fuckin' hell!" he mumbled to himself, peering around the wall fixture and finally setting his gaze upon it, only to hear the bartenders body drop to the floor behind him, Aiden bit his lip and began to approach his bag, so close, and suddenly it was ripped from view, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" was all Aiden could manage in response, spinning around to see the god damn meat suit Lawan had been reduced to twirling his bag on its finger, "Nice purse, babe." it giggled, Aiden's face went blank, "It's a shoulder bag." he mumbled, cheeks growing red, "Purse." it responded nonchalantly, jingling the bag playfully, green eyes growing wide and excited as it unclipped the opening, "Shoulder bag.", "Purse.", Aiden watched as the bag swung open and a bottle of holy water tumbled out, crashing onto the hardwood floors, a table and all across Lawan's pant leg, his blue eyes grew with excitement and he dove for his bag, snatching it out of Lawan's hands.

The building shook with a pained yell, Lawan's body dropping to the floor once again soon after, "WHAT THE HELL, KID?!" the demon shouted from within the walls, Aiden shrugged and carefully heaved Lawan up by the back of her blouse, his forehead damp with the sweat from running in fucking circles as this demon trailed him, "Thought you'd learn the game by now, 'Kon, always ends with holy water one way or another." he panted with a groan, Lawan was a dead weight as she leaned against him, "I thought it would be different this time!" the voice whined, the sound of clanging from the alcohol storage room signaling Hakon was throwing a major tantrum, "Sucks to suck." Aiden wheezed, wiping sweat from the back of his neck, "Now, I suppose we'll...Fucking meet you outside, Demon. But, I won't stop Lawan from trying to murder you this time." he continued quietly, squeezing his companion close.

He was done with this profession.

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[selfships-in-spanish]

Hey it’s been a while since we’ve been able to talk but I’ve missed you!!!

Just a life update I figured out I am a lesbian so 🤪

I’m finishing up my junior year of college now and figuring out vacation with my girlfriend! It’s been a busy year but every once in a while I like to check in on your blog and read through your older writing stuff

I hope you’re having a great year, and I’d love to hear what’s been going on with you <3

MY DARLING <3333333333333333333

This made me genuinely so, so happy! I MISSED YOU TOO!!!! Even if doesn't seem like it, I think about all of you a lot. I love every interaction, ask and comment we ever had and it has brought me so much joy! I really hope you all are having wonderful times and that are okay <3

I know I have Tumblr super abandoned and I'm on Twitter and sometimes on Instagram, but I was thinking about coming back here. I really love Tumblr, even though they have massive issues and shit :_) gotta love this little hellhole.

BUT YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! SO HAPPY FOR YOU MY LOVE 💖💖💖 I'm so glad you can be fully you, and be happy with it!! (drinking game, shot every time I write happy in this reply)

I hope these last months of college treat you well and that you pass with flying colours ✨ Last push! C'MON YOU GOT THIS!! THEN VACATIONS WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND FUCK YEAH! Sounds super good!!! (I'm seriously writing all this with a huge smile sdjflskadjfsadfhakhgfksfd I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU)

Also thank you for checking in ;v; I do plan to post more stuff, also updates on the QoD fic (I swear I'm getting to it, LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY) and arts and stuff. Get ready for an incoming spam <3

But on my part life has been busy as fuck too, but in a good way.

Well, first of all I caught covid and almost went to the hospital xD I was alone at home and my entire family caught it too, so we couldn't go to take care of each other and my boyfriend was back at his home, too. Also with covid.

It was massively shitty.

Luckily we all recovered from it, so that's a good thing!! But well, apart from that I was unemployed and no matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to land a job. The whole covid situation really made it seriously difficult and I wanted to scream. I somehow landed a job as a colour assistant on the Webtoon series Sable Curse, (still can't believe it sfsdfa) which is officially launched now!! I was super happy to be part of the team and see how the story and characters developed. It really was super fun and a learning experience! But I had to leave it because... I FOUND A JOB!

I am officially a 2D concept artist & illustrator! :DDDDD YOUR GIRL MADE IT, FUCK YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS

But it means it's a day job, 8-5 and I am so fucking tired I spend my evenings doodling and playing Genshin :_) I'm slowly finishing commissions but I am super exhausted. I love my job though x)

I also recently moved into a new flat! Me and my boyfriend wanted to move out because we had humidity & mold, a lot of problems with the neighbourhood and such, so we were looking for a new one like crazy. It was draining and so. fucking. shitty. because in Barcelona flat prices are INSANE. Also because of my new job I need to be closer to the office... so we were looking to move out of the city itself, too. And we made it! By sheer luck but we made it xD

Holy fuck I'm writing a bible here xD

But basically, that's it! New job, new flat, new me! And also still on my eruri/aot bullshit because those two got me on a chokehold. Eva is my darling baby and I was itching also to draw Ona, my child TvT

Thank you so much for reaching out to me and writing this message! It seems super silly but I'm so happy you did so! TvT

I hope everything continues to go well for you!! You deserve it <3

#ask #atittueball #life update #I'M BACK BITCHES #SORT OF #I'M TRYING

[sopolicegardener]

11 Ways to Completely Sabotage Your Bắn Cá Liên Minh

The internet was just born and already it has 6 billion websites, one for every person on Earth today. Human beings are obsessed with writing and even more obsessed with Paris Hilton, the number one search on the internet. Lets get to know a little about our modern day Aphrodite aka Venus, the Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sex worshipped by the Greek and Roman people 4 thousand years ago. Paris Hilton proves once again that sex sells both hamburgers and religion.

The Greek Goddess Aphrodite Festival is called the Aphrodisiac, which was celebrated all over Greece especially in Athens and Corinth. Christina Onassis was the heiress of Aristotle Onassis the Greek shipping billionaire. We are talking real money here. Christina was Aristotles only living child, a real heiress, like Jennifer Gates, 9, and Phoebe Gates, 3, the two daughters of the worlds richest man, send me the Bill Gates, at $51 billion dollars and counting. Bill and Melinda French of Dallas Texas have given so much money to charity that they have completely eradicated poverty in Africa. Paris Hilton, if she is lucky enough to make it into her grandfathers will will be lucky to inherit one million dollars. The One with the money, Paris great grandfather Conrad Hilton, (whose son Nicky was the first husband of Elizabeth Taylor), left the grand total of nothing to his 4 children. He married his third wife at 87 and then left his entire fortune to the Catholic Church. Paris grandfather Barron Hilton went to court to contest the will and Ae88 Vin he won, becoming the first person ever to defeat the Vatican in court, walking away with a few hundred million. He has 8 kids. They have kids. Paris slice of the pie could be $200,000, walking around money for the Sultan of Brunei, whose oil fields America is now spending its blood to protect. That is hot not.

Being an heiress is normally a mirage, as Christina Onassis can testify to. Have you ever noticed how many pop icons cash in on Jesus story right in their names? Its like peoples minds are like search engines responding either positively or negatively to certain keywords like Paris Hilton. Madonna, the Virgin Mary, Christ Ina Aguilera, Britney Spears, I have a pain in my side, said Jesus. Is that a spear in my ribcage or are you just happy to see me? Jesus Christ was a Jewish Rabbi painted by the Greek New Testament writers with the Godlike qualities of the Greek Goddess Eurynome and Bellerophon and his flying horse Pegasus and several other Greek deities. You can read all about it at The Temple of Love. 20 million Christian and Jewish children lost their lives in WW2 aka The War Against the Jews because according to stories which God of Mount Sinai aka Jesus aka Allah aka Elohim Himself endlessly calls man made legends and fairy tales right in the Holy Bibles, the Jewish people killed this half real half fictitious character 2,000 years ago in Jerusalem. Humans have a problem separating fact from fiction. At least Paris Hilton is a real person. Ive seen her. Ive touched her. Ive kissed her. Her lips are as candy. Her legs are as ladders.

Sex sells. Paris Hilton was a nobody, an extra in a series of B movies until the videotape of her coiting Rick Salomon in 1 Night in Paris showed up on the internet last year at the same time that The Simple Life debuted. People are fascinated by infamy. Did you know that the male cats penis has spines which point backwards? Upon withdrawal of the penis the spikes rake the walls of the females vagina. The female needs this stimulation for ovulation to begin. Paris Hilton, outraged over the release of the video, raked in $400,000 plus a percentage of the profits of the film which shot her to super stardom. Without that video Paris Hilton is serving cocktails at Studio 54 today instead of dancing on the bar topless with the worlds media murdering each other for a snapshot of Paris Hilton half nude.

Paris Whitney Hilton was named after Whitney Houston because her name wasnt famous enough. During the Aphrodite Festival, the Aphrodisiac, in Corinth Greece, the men had intercourse with the Priestesses of Aphrodite. This was considered a method of worshipping Aphrodite. What did you get for Christmas? In the Holy Eu9/EuBet Temple in Jerusalem the Priests lured the people in with The Temple Prostitutes who lived in the Holy Temple in Jerusalem. King Solomon who built the Holy Temple had 900 wives, concubines and mistresses. Compared to him Jesus was a mere piker with his Mary Magdalene and a few of her girlfriends. Do you hear what Im saying girlfriend? At least Paris Hilton is a real person.

Aphrodite was born as an 18 year old Vave Paris Hilton in the Sea off of Cyprus after Cronus cut off Uranus genitals and the elder Gods blood and semen dropped on the Sea where they began to foam. Aphrodite rose out of the foam in her 18 year old birthday suit. When did people become so prudish? Going wild over 1 Night in Paris? 4,000 years ago mating with hookers in the Temple was normal. In Luk88 1879 William-Adolphe Bouguereau painted the Birth of Venus, (Venus was Aphrodites Roman name), which showed the full face on nude 18 year old Aphrodite being born rising from the sea foam. How did Hugh Hefner get to be called risqu? And where did all the paintings and likenesses of Jesus come from? There isnt one single word of description of Jesus in the Holy Bible or anywhere else.

Sex sold religion then and it still sells it today. The Las Vegas Hilton boasts the worlds largest free standing sign, Welcome Idiots. The hijackers on 911 fully expected to hit the twin towers then immediately wake up in eternal paradise with 72 virgins and wine with no side effects, because they read it in their Bible. Lot, the only righteous man in sin city, (Tony the Ant came in second) Sodom and Gomorrah was saved by God and rewarded with wine and sex with his two virgin daughters. Oscar Goodman, the mayor of Las Vegas with 85% of the vote was the mobs lawyer who represented Meyer S9BET Lansky, Ace Rosenthal, Tony the Ant and corrupt San Diego mayor Roger Hedgecock to get the job. He recently said on Television, Those who deface freeways with graffiti should have their thumbs cut off on Television. Violence sells too. At least Paris Hilton is real.

[bills-bible-basics]

VOICES FROM HEAVEN -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "And Jesus, when he was baptized, went up straightway out of the water: and, lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, and lighting upon him: And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." Matthew 3:16-17, KJV "Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias. While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them: and behold a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him. And when the disciples heard it, they fell on their face, and were sore afraid. And Jesus came and touched them, and said, Arise, and be not afraid. And when they had lifted up their eyes, they saw no man, save Jesus only." Matthew 17:4-8, KJV "And it came to pass in those days, that Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee, and was baptized of John in Jordan. And straightway coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens opened, and the Spirit like a dove descending upon him: And there came a voice from heaven, saying, Thou art my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." Mark 1:9-11, KJV "Now when all the people were baptized, it came to pass, that Jesus also being baptized, and praying, the heaven was opened, And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased." Luke 3:21-22, KJV "For he [Jesus] received from God the Father honour and glory, when there came such a voice to him from the excellent glory, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. And this voice which came from heaven we heard, when we were with him in the holy mount." 2 Peter 1:17-18, KJV "Now is my soul troubled; and what shall I say? Father, save me from this hour: but for this cause came I unto this hour. Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered: others said, An angel spake to him. Jesus answered and said, This voice came not because of me, but for your sakes." John 12:27-30, KJV "And there came a voice to him, Rise, Peter; kill, and eat. But Peter said, Not so, Lord; for I have never eaten any thing that is common or unclean. And the voice spake unto him again the second time, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common. This was done thrice: and the vessel was received up again into heaven." Acts 10:13-16, KJV "And I heard a voice saying unto me, Arise, Peter; slay and eat. But I said, Not so, Lord: for nothing common or unclean hath at any time entered into my mouth. But the voice answered me again from heaven, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common. And this was done three times: and all were drawn up again into heaven." Acts 11:7-10, KJV "For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord." 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17, KJV "After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter." Revelation 4:1, KJV "And I beheld, and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!" Revelation 8:13, KJV "And when the seven thunders

had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Seal up those things which the seven thunders uttered, and write them not . . . And the voice which I heard from heaven spake unto me again, and said, Go and take the little book which is open in the hand of the angel which standeth upon the sea and upon the earth." Revelation 10:4, 8, KJV "And after three days and an half the Spirit of life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them. And they heard a great voice from heaven saying unto them, Come up hither. And they ascended up to heaven in a cloud; and their enemies beheld them." Revelation 11:11-12, KJV "And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night." Revelation 12:10, KJV "And I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder: and I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps . . . And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them." Revelation 14:2, 13, KJV "And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air; and there came a great voice out of the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying, It is done." Revelation 16:17, KJV "And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities." Revelation 18:4-5, KJV "And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God:" Revelation 19:1, KJV "And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God." Revelation 21:3, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/voices-from-heaven-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=124629&VOICES%20FROM%20HEAVEN%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List

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[montanababe7]

I had an encounter with Jesus many years ago-that wrecked my heart and changed me forever.

It was my senior year of high school..it was 2005. I was 18. I weep 😭 every time I think about it. I was walking down the hallway-I had my Bible and my school books 📚 in my arms. Someone had run up from behind me and pushed me hard onto the ground. My Bible-the pages flew everywhere and my books went flying out of my arms and all over the floor.

In that moment, I told Jesus I was done and I wanted to go to Heaven. I wanted Jesus to bring me to Heaven right then and there. Not even a second goes by. I’m staring eyeball to eyeball with Jesus. Face to face on the ground. He’s weeping right along with me. He tells me, “Jessica, your time on earth is not yet done. I still have many things for you to do for Me before before I call you to come home. There are many people who need you and those who need desperately to hear my salvation message. Tell them about me. Time is so short. This is your window of opportunity in this season. Don’t pass this up. You’ll be with me in Heaven one day. Just right now, is not the time yet. Keep going. Keep sharing my message with others-with everyone you come in contact with. You’re doing me and my Heavenly Father proud. The Holy Spirit is also forever with you. Never forget my words. Never forget what I told you when you were just fifteen years old and you tried to end your life. I reminded you that if you had ended your life the blood of millions would be on your hands. I had showed you an open vision of hell. I allowed you to see their torments and to see their screams. Never forget. This is why you cannot give up now. Keep going. All of Heaven is behind you and is backing you up. There’s army and a cloud witnessed 🙏🏼 praying and interceding for you also. Now you see this is why you could never be like the rest. You are my queen Esther for this generation. Oh my beloved bride. I love you. -Jesus”

Jesus told me all these things while I was lying there on the floor at the Hutchinson Sr. High School hallway. I have never been the same since. I have been marked by Jesus.

- Jessica Wolf

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God's Blessings Come Through Little Things

Our mid-week Bible Study notes

Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/flying-yellow-bird-459198/ Luke 1:39-46 And Mary arose in those days, and went into the hill country with haste, into a city of Juda; 40 And entered into the house of Zacharias, and saluted Elisabeth. 41 And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost:…

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David's Song of Deliverance (Part 1)

1 And David spoke to the Lord the words of this song, in the day in which the Lord rescued him out of the hand of all his enemies, and out of the hand of Saul.

2 And the song was thus: O Lord, my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer,

3 my God; he shall be to me my guard, I will trust in him: he is my protector, and the horn of my salvation, my helper, and my sure refuge; thou shalt save me from the unjust man.

4 I will call upon the Lord who is worthy to be praised, and I shall be saved from my enemies.

5 For the troubles of death compassed me, the floods of iniquity amazed me:

6 the pangs of death surrounded me, the agonies of death prevented me.

7 When I am afflicted I will call upon the Lord, and will cry to my God, and he shall hear my voice out of his temple, and my cry shalt come into his ears.

8 And the earth was troubled and quaked, and the foundations of heaven were confounded and torn asunder, because the Lord was wroth with them.

9 There went up a smoke in his wrath, and fire out of his mouth devours: coals were kindled at it.

10 And he bowed the heavens, and came down, and there was darkness under his feet.

11 And he rode upon the cherubs and did fly, and was seen upon the wings of the wind.

12 And he made darkness his hiding-place; his tabernacle round about him was the darkness of waters, he condensed it with the clouds of the air.

13 At the brightness before him coals of fire were kindled.

14 The Lord thundered out of heaven, and the Most High uttered his voice.

15 And he sent forth arrows, and scattered them, and he flashed lightning, and dismayed them.

16 And the channels of the sea were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered, at the rebuke of the Lord, at the blast of the breath of his anger.

17 He sent from above and took me; he drew me out of many waters.

18 He delivered me from my strong enemies, from them that hated me, for they were stronger than I.

19 The days of my affliction prevented me; but the Lord was my stay.

20 And he brought me into a wide place, and rescued me, because he delighted in me.

21 And the Lord recompensed me according to my righteousness; even according to the purity of my hands did he recompense me.

22 Because, I kept the ways of the Lord, and did not wickedly depart from my God.

23 For all his judgments and his ordinances were before me: I departed not from them.

24 And I shall be blameless before him, and will keep myself from my iniquity.

25 And the Lord will recompense me according to my righteousness, and according to the purity of my hands in his eye-sight. — 2 Samuel 22:1-25 | Brenton's Septuagint Translation (BST) Brenton’s Septuagint Translation of the Holy Bible, 1884. Cross References: Genesis 1:69; Genesis 18:19; Exodus 2:10; Exodus 15:1; Exodus 19:16; Deuteronomy 6:6; Deuteronomy 32:32; Judges 5:4; 1 Samuel 2:10; 1 Samuel 23:25; 1 Kings 8:32; 1 Kings 20:12; Psalm 18:10; Psalm 23:4; Psalm 31:8; Psalm 48:1; Psalm 69:14-15; Psalm 116:3-4; Psalm 120:1; Proverbs 11:31; Nahum 1:4; Ephesians 1:4; Hebrews 12:29

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Shamanic Ape

If we align what we now know about entheogens in modern neurology, and what was originally there within the religions, until things became mistranslated, we could fix society from within.

Entheogens comes from 'En' meaning 'In', 'Theo' meaning 'God', and 'Gen' like within 'Generate'.

Psychedelics can cause the brain to become more activated, and allow for creation of new neural-pathways. Cannabis can create neural-regenesis; where the cannabinoids & omega oils within it regulate neural-firing, whilst harmonizing the brains development.

With an advanced study of many of the world's religious texts, we can show that psychedelics & cannabis were being used to increase human potential. On the other hand multiple ancient religious ideas banned alcohol, and the eating of death (meat, vinegar, etc), as it slows the body down, and makes our whole system less efficient.

Within the Dharmic religious texts they drank Soma, which gave them god-like powers, and allowed connection with the Divine. Soma was most likely fly-agaric mushrooms, turned into a drink, by boiling the poisoning out of them. Plus Bhang, which is a drink made with milk & cannabis.

The Zoroastrian texts have Haoma, which is clearly described as resembling the sacred geometry of the cannabis plant.

The Bible had the Holy Anointing Oil containing Kaneh-Bosem; this is where we get the etymology of the word Cannabis - which was a Greek transliteration from the Semitic culture, that they'd imported hemp from. Places like Canna were known for growing vast quantities of hemp; which has been used for sackcloths, rope, etc for most of human history.

THC is fat soluble, so when the Holy Anointing Oil ingredients are combined (Exodus 30:23-25 - Pure myrrh, Sweet Cinnamon, Cannabis, Cassia, Olive oil), this causes it to become a molecular compound - thus increasing the healing potential of each, and basically making a Magic Medicine.

The Shewbread in the Bible was made from a mixture of sprouted grains, similar to the Essene bread, where it matched Ezekiel's (4:9) Bread recipe (wheat, barley, beans, lentils, millet, spelt). Because when the grains are left to naturally proof, they created ergot on the barley, this made it psychedelic; yet also lethal, unless the ergot is boiled - so the Shewbread was both boiled, and then baked.

The ancient Greeks as well as using cannabis, had a place called Eleusis where they went, and had a barley drink called Kykeon, which was able to increase human intelligence. - This has become a mystery to what they performed there. Many of the intellectual Roman Emperors (Patricians) went there, as well as Plato, Socrates, etc. Plato said 'if it wasn't for our Kykeon, we would not have our democracy.' Kykeon was where barley was left in a vat of water, with a bit of ergot added to start the process, and then it was left until the liquid went black. This was then boiled for hours similar to the Shewbread process, and Pennyroyal was added for flavour. Kykeon then became a form of LSA, and ergot is where we got the idea for LSD from.

There are many other religious cultures around the world, that we can show had similar usages of cannabis in many of their ceremonies, and advanced psychedelic usages for direct interaction with the Divine.

The reason this knowledge has been forgotten, and mistranslated, is because it was kept back from most of society, and kept to the elders in multiple cultures. This has then lead to only a select few remembering these ancient practises, and so it has become lost in translation.

David started sharing the Shewbread with the people, as to make a more enlightened society, and not just an elite class ruling over them. Yeshua shared the Holy Anointing Oil with the masses; where it has the power to heal many things, like Cancer, Leprosy, MS, Epilepsy, menstrual issues, Crohn's, Asthma, etc. Many think it was only Christ who healed people, yet the Disciples in Mark 6:13 went out healing people with the Holy Anointing Oil, and this is why they were called Christians (Anointing ones). The early church in James 5:14, also were saying if you had an ailment, it would be healed with the anointing. Since now with our knowledge of the biological effects of medical cannabis, we can show that cannabis can cure many things, we can show it wasn't all just miracles, that were random in some way, yet a calculated science given to us by the Divine in the first place.

When psychedelics are used in micro-dosing, which allows for new neural pathways to be created; where just like mycelium interconnects a forest roots together, the same with certain mushrooms, can allow our brain to work much faster, and efficiently allows for rewiring of the brain. It is possible to educate people much faster, when they are slightly tripping, as it opens up the paths of the brain to interconnect more proficiently, and it can also fix parts that haven't been efficient enough.

Taking psychedelics on their own doesn't automatically make someone smarter, yet within the ancient Greek religious ideas & language, are advanced metaphors, where there is layer upon layer of cryptology, forcing the brain to do somersaults, and in so doing making it become a gymnast - where the brain is then cable of doing much more advanced dynamic thinking. Same with the ancient Hebrews, who also used a much more advanced layering of cryptology, where when Isaiah 29:9-14 says they will be given the Bible, yet won't understand it; it is due to their usage of alcohol, and not entheogens, that has lead to a lowering of the societal aptitude. So the symbolic writing, and metaphoric descriptions have become random, when they are concise intertextuality.

Cannabis is needed as a food when expanding the neural networks, as it helps regulate not over-firing of neural-receptors; in other words, making sure we stay methodical, and logically balanced in each step. Between using both in the right dosages, where the Holy Anointing Oil being put in the hair allows it to soak in as needed; this is where Yeshua said, 'when you fast, go in your room, and anoint yourself, where God will then reward you' (Matthew 6:17-18), as it allows us to connect with the Divine.

The original Hebrew religion, like the Zoroastrianism one were focused on the cannabis plant as a sacred gift from the Divine. The Israelite candle in Exodus 25:31-40 is in the shape of a cannabis leaf, where the alter and the priest were all anointed. There were many religions in the Middle East, that all went into a smoke filled tent, and would come out with prophetic utterances.

The whole concept of the Messiah/Christ is the anointed one, who has the advanced knowledge to connect with God directly.

Now without a proper system for usage of entheogens in the society, we've allowed it to become criminal, where our youth practise debauchery, rather than something that was regal; where kings were coronated with it, and only the elders of society were allowed to distribute it.

This is where prophecies concerning the world becoming like Babylon the Great, is because instead of entheogens being used to enlighten society (as they were in ancient cultures), we've lived through the dark ages, where we've lived in a society of debauchery.

Now if we were to instigate a society micro-dosing with a holy communion of Essene unleavened Shewbread, this would mean instead of religion creating dogmatic people, they'd be more dynamic, increase their intelligence, and overall make everyone more vibrant.

When cannabis is returned into the Holy Anointing Oil, it would be possible to heal people of many ailments, and also make a calmer, less aggressive, less egocentric society, who have far more empathy. Both cannabis & psychedelics allows diminished egos, as it allows the barriers to come down; which then means not only do we connect more with the divine, yet with each other.

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Deep Night Thoughts. Reading about 4 minutes.

Bible is a huge and oldest fanfiction, but Christians are too into it... And they call us "fanatics".

I like supernatural fanfictions. So, here my Thoughts.

Who was and is Aziraphale??

Eve and Adam were banished from Eden by Cherubim with flame sword. Aziraphale was Cherubim, God's Wisdom that usually are assigned to protect special places.

During the season 1 of "Good Omens" Aziraphale was called in Heaven as a warrior. That means he was Powers, Angels of defense and keepers of History. But when Aziraphale protecting Job and Co, it's Angel's work, the lowest rank, Guardians of human and Nature... So, Aziraphale is not technically an Angel. Aziraphale is about Archangels!! The full Power of Aziraphale is still unknown for us.

Who was and is Crawley??

From Book of Enoch we can learn some curious things. Serpent from the Garden of Eden is actually Celestial Being called Gadriel/Gadreel (aka "Wall of God", yeah, actually the walls around Garden was Gadriel's duty), also known as Rameel (aka "Morning of God", yeah, actually sounds very suspicious), after falling known as Azazel ( aka "impudent" and later "arrogant to God"). Was mistaken for Lucifer ( aka "Morning Star") and as result for Satan... But Azazel is one of Duke of Hell, not actually Highest Lord...

So, Crawley was Gadriel, the wicked Angel that went to Earth for physical pleasures with women... Nah, not even similar to what we know about Crawley. But, Crawley probably was brainwashed few times, that why Crawley is totally ignorant about reproduction of humans when staying near Aziraphale on Garden's Wall.

From second season we received interesting information. Crawley, escorted by Muriel in Heaven, can open secret archive, because "they never changed the password". Muriel is shocked not because Demon was once Angel, but because archive can be opened ONLY by two ranks such as Thrones or Dominions. Crawley IS (yeah, Crawley is Demon and Angel in same Time!!) Dominion, Lord over lower choirs and humanity, govern the Universe (Kaboom!! Who still has the tool of Creation even being one of Duke of Hell??).

Crawley was higher rank then Archangels too.

"Flying head" Metatron is PERSONAL protective Angel of Gog, aka "the Second after God", BUT (!!) was Principalities and assigned to the Tree of the Knowledge... Yeah, totally failed the duty. Or no?? Metatron is know as "little YHWN" (YHWN is name of God, created from female and male syllables), also known as Principalities of the World (Interesting, because it's basically means that Metatron is out of any known rank). After all is known as Seraphim (!!), aka "Protector of Celestial Throne" (yeah, God's important chair"). Usually singing something like "Holy, holy, bla, bla, bla, bla!!".

So, why talking so much about Metatron?? Because Crawley was ONLY one creature in bookshop that recognised Metatron... Crawley that doesn't remember Seraqael (psst, fallen Angel too) and Furfur. And reference to "flying head" probably was not from secret archive videos, but from the Past Times. Just in case, Seraphims are too important to appear and speak with other ranks. They have messengers for that. So, Metatron and Crawley was met during same thing very important. Yeah, probably after creation of Universe Crawley spoke with them about 6 000 years thing...

So, Crawley is Dominion and Duke of Hell.

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