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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 4 months

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“He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David, and He will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; His kingdom will never end.” Luke 1:32-33NIV

I was listening to Clay Aiken’s song —when I received a download from Papa God. “Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man? Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand? Did you know that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod? When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?”

—‘Mary’s most joyous time introduced the time of her greatest heartache and suffering. Only to find the heartache short-lived— replaced by the greatest of all rejoicing.’

Imagine with me, riding the roller coaster of emotion. Pre-Holy Spirit baptism, pre- New Testament, no reading in the back of the book to see— ‘we win.’ Mary received and raised a precious baby son, with all the glories of motherhood. Then followed the worst living nightmare a mother could endure— watching her Son tortured to death.

Even Mary’s knowledge of Almighty God had to go into topsy-turvy mode. She KNEW this Son was also THE Son of the Most High God. Lulled her into normalcy mode of childrearing. Nothing could happen to Jesus without passing through the God filter.

Wait! THEN! How her thoughts must’ve gone wild for three days. Could it be— satan was stronger than God? How else could she reconcile God’s power together with her Son’s tortured breathing, kneeling there at the foot of His cross? See John 19:26. Per the movie, “The Passion,” when Jesus fell under the weight of our cross, Mary was nearby, watching His blood splatter on the rocks, (Luke 23:27).

When our son was nine, the doctor diagnosed him with lymphoma. How could’ve God healed him miraculously at birth, only to allow him to die at nine with lymphoma? My emotions reeled but didn’t near the heartbreak, panic, fear, and brokenness of this mother of Christ endured.

Mercy from God rained upon Louis and I, with God changing his diagnosis. Thousands of mothers and fathers can’t say the same thing. There wasn’t a good answer for the loss in their lives, their arms, their broken hearts. Anger towards God erupts. Pounding on His invisible chest, they scream, “it’s not fair!” All the while God is holding them in His arms, crying with them— otherwise, how could they’ve survived?

The glory came to Mary and Jesus’ disciples on the third day. Jesus arose to a new life— no longer flesh and blood, but flesh and bone, (Luke 24:39). What before couldn’t be reconciled, now united as one. Prophetic scriptures unfurled with perfect accuracy. Jesus arose the King of kings to take His place on high.

For those who’ve lost their children or believing loved ones— “…Death has been swallowed up in victory.” 1Corinthians 15:54NIV. Christ’s resurrection swallowed the pain of death. Those young children and Christ Believers merely went to sleep here and awoke on the other side. Jesus is Lord over death. Your loved one is eternally alive with Christ. Don’t harshly judge the salvation of unsaved people, you’ve prayed for— only God has that final say.

Finally, Mary’s exultation came true: Luke 1:48NASB “For He has had regard for the humble state of His bondslave; For behold, from this time on all generations will count me blessed.” We can’t visually see the resurrected Christ. Ours is to blindly believe that He will take our sorrow and turn it into rejoicing because "His kingdom will never end." Will we rejoice, even after this horrible place? It’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Almighty God, You deserve the glory forever. Even when we don’t understand, help us to blindly believe. Help us overcome our unbelief, in Jesus’ name I pray.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #word of god #holy spirit #god #it's your choice #devotional #know #joyous time #blessed #broken hearts #download #hope #love #faith

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sunsetagain · 7 years

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My favorite 9 among my succulents. I've found my inner peace with these beautiful creatures.

#succulents #photograph #Irish Mint #topsy turvy #topsy debbie #swan lake #deresina #echeveria #laui #blue bird #desmetiana #apus #sierra #lilacina #elegans

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blackacre13 · 3 years

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Top!Debbie punishes Bottom!Lou part 2

See right here for Part One!

And as stars popped before their eyes, the two gripping each other tight as their foreheads hit each other, moaning each other’s names, neither could remember who had the upper hand and who was being punished. They were just desperate to be in each other’s arms, chasing sleep together, satisfied smiles on both their faces, hands clasped and ankles hooked around each other, sweaty and satisfied.

Lou awoke to an uncharacteristically still asleep Debbie Ocean beside her, soft snores that the brunette would swear up and down she’d never make gently coming from her as she slept.

The blonde yawned softly as she blinked her eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that was peeking in through the blinds in its attempt to bring a light morning glow into the bedroom.

Lou shifted slightly in the sheets and felt a whisper of arousal still between her thighs, bringing a content smile to her face as she thought back to last night.

“Let me bring you to the edge one more time, baby,” Debbie whispered. “Just one more time and then I promise, you can finally come for me.”

“You promise?” Lou whispered. “No tricks?”

“No tricks,” Debbie whispered. “God, you’ve been so good for me, love. So beautiful.

Teasing Debbie over dinner hadn’t gone exactly as planned. And yet, she didn’t regret the way things had ended up coming into play. At. All.

She rarely asked for it and Debbie only took it upon herself once in a blue moon to take control and put herself fully in charge of Lou’s pleasure, but when she did, it rocked Lou’s world in a topsy-turvy, I can’t believe I’m letting this happen, but Fuck it feels so right and good sort of way. And Debbie had ran with it.

“That get you wet, baby?” Debbie purred. “Watching me fuck myself like that? Pretending it was you? Get on your back.”

Without even realizing it, Lou was squeezing her thighs together, searching for some sort of friction as her breath hitched. Her fingers hesitated, lingering on the tops of her thighs as they traced soft circles against her now hot-growing skin.

“I can’t wait to take you apart. Listen to you beg for me. Hear those pretty moans you make just for me.”

“Debbie, please, honey.”

Lou paused with her fingers dancing against her folds, biting her lip as she considered. Debbie had yet to stir and as much as she wanted to feel the way Debbie had made her feel last night, she wanted Debbie to feel like that more. So much more.

She let her legs lay there open wide, wetness gathering between them as her hand found Debbie’s leg and started tracing it gently the way she’d done with her own, edging up higher to her thigh and hip, up to her belly and then to her breasts, circling down, brushing against Debbie’s folds as the Ocean stirred slightly, letting out a soft hum.

“Baby?” Debbie breathed, barely a whisper, her eyes still closed.

Lou shifted gently, crawling over Debbie to settle herself, straddling one of Debbie’s thighs as she sank down, the Ocean gasping out as she felt wet heat against her skin as Lou hissed.

“Right here, honey,” Lou murmured, starting to grind against Debbie’s thigh slowly.

She watched a blush creep along Debbie’s cheek as she smiled softly, her eyes still closed, but her thigh coming up to meet Lou’s motions, gripping against her tight.

Lou leaned in against Debbie, kissing her neck and collar softly as her fingers worked into Debbie’s folds slowly, pumping in a gentle rhythm to the sound of Debbie’s soft and breathy whimpers until she was actively moaning in a deeper voice, her eyes fluttering open as she gripped Lou’s shoulders with purpose, her thigh slamming against Lou hard.

“Lou?” Debbie asked as Lou nodded, quickly starting to lose herself as she kept working herself against Debbie, trying to chase her own orgasm as she worked Debbie closer to the edge.

“Fuck. me.” Debbie demanded, her nails raking Down Lou’s back as she groaned.

“I thought I was,” Lou panted with a deep chuckle.

“Harder.”

“Little demanding aren’t we, honey?” Lou smirked, her lips curling into a devious smile as she added a finger, pounding into Debbie harder.

“Fuck!” Debbie gasped, her head arching back, letting out a smaller gasp as Lou groaned, Lou’s wetness flooding her thigh now. “Last we spoke, I was calling the shots.”

“That was last night,” Lou groaned, stopping her hips for a moment to swipe two fingers through her soaked folds. She pushed them in between Debbie’s lips while she kept up the pumping motions of her other hand. “We’re back in my world, honey. Now come for me, Debbie. Now.”

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nevervalentines · 4 years

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If u did the dare me kind it will make me very happy, i love your writing and i love them sooo

a teeny tiny snippet of a dare me wip, half gallon of milk and all

Addy sees her again for the first time in six years in the aisle of the grocery store.

Beth is cradling a half-gallon jug of milk under one arm, hip propping open a glass freezer door.

This is a fantasy Addy has toyed with for so long. She has played her thoughts over its potential again and again until it felt nearly like a memory. For the vivid colors of everything she had imagined, the moment it actually happens is ghostly, translucent. She can feel the instant passing even as it unspools out in front of her.

It’s a twilight zone. Addy’s carefully spun fictions splitting and streaming around the reality.

They don’t meet again on the mats, or in the dim lighting of a party, or rain soaked on her front stoop, but here – at the lip of aisle 7, Beth juggling a plastic jug while she considers endless stacks of Styrofoam egg cartons.

Beth still doesn’t see her. Her lips are moving, like she’s reading the packaging to herself, silently. She looks older. Her cheeks fuller, her hair lighter, the way it gets when she’s spent a whole summer in the sun.

Baggy sweatpants sit low on her hips, her crewneck pullover a dreamy blue. She isn’t wearing makeup and it feels like a novelty to see her here, like this, face bare. Beautiful. Addy can see the creases at the corner of her smile. If she didn’t know better, she would mistake them for laugh lines.

Addy is frozen beside a wire rack of chips. Tinkling muzak pipes through the speakers, filtering down through watery, fluorescent lighting.

Beth deliberates. Decides. Withdraws a dozen eggs in a cardboard carton. As she moves, her sleeve slips up her arm, revealing an expanse of her pale, narrow wrist.

At the sight of it, of her skin, an intimate battleground she used to know better than anything, Addy takes a reflexive step back. The beginning of a retreat. Her leg jars the shelving, just barely, but the hollow metallic echo is enough to draw Beth’s attention.

Beth looks up, eyes fixing on Addy. There is a beat of silence. Addy can tell the exact moment Beth sees her, really sees her. Her face flickers through a sickening slideshow, like a stream of light ghosting from the mouth of a projector.

First, surprise. Her fairytale lips fall into a perfect ‘o.’ Her knuckles whiten around the handle of the milk jug.

Next, hurt. Just a breath of it, enough that if Addy hadn’t spent years studying this landscape, she would miss it.

Then, worst of all, interest. Keen. Familiar.

Beth smiles.

She takes a step forward. The freezer door swings shut.

“Addy Hanlon. Of all the gin joints –” She shifts the weight of the milk to her hip, the eggs tucked under one arm. One hand stretches out. Addy realizes, belatedly, it’s meant for her to take.

“Beth,” Addy says. Then. “What are you doing here?”

Beth withdraws her hand, and her mouth twists. “Same as you, I would assume.” She shrugs. “Late night grocery run. Is that a problem?”

Addy is embarrassed to find herself already stumbling. Six years. A lifetime for a 23-year-old. And in thirty seconds, Beth Cassidy already has her on her back foot.

She feels at once completely and utterly 17. She can’t remember what to do with her hands.

“No, of course not. I was just –” she trails off, searching, “Surprised.”

“Same small town,” Beth says. She shrugs. “We always used to come here. Only a matter of time, I guess.”

Addy almost loses the train of conversation, too busy trying to re-remember the shape of Beth’s collarbones. A hint of them peaks above the scoop of her collar.

Flatly, she says, “I guess.” Too busy with: the ridge of her knuckles, the arch of her brow, her weight shifting from foot to foot, like the milk is getting heavy.

“It’s been—” Addy starts.

Beth cuts her off. “Yeah.”

The sight of Beth haloed by linoleum and fluorescence smash-cuts Addy back to high school. Beth driving them to the townie grocery store on the edge town, jeep tires spraying gravel in the parking lot, a little stoned. They would raid the aisles for Little Debbie snacks and pork rinds to spit back up later. Would buy Smirnoff Ice at the register with the clerk who never carded if they flashed cleavage and big smiles.

Beth, then, tilting her head at Addy at the mouth of the dairy aisle, smiling her just-for-Addy-smile.

Beth, now, waving a hand in front of her face.

“Hanlon? Anybody home?”

Addy jars back to present, finds her palms clammy. “Sorry?”

A little amused now, eggs swapped to the other hand. “I just asked if you were back all summer?”

“Just for July,” Addy says. “Trying to keep Faith happy.” She looks around, like she’s seeing the store for the first time. “It’s my first time home in months.”

It feels so pedestrian to talk like this. A casual catch-up conversation, like you would with anyone you fell out of touch with after high school. Something about it feels dirty, almost taboo.

“How about you?”

“Same,” Beth says. She turns now, starts to walk. Without thinking, Addy follows, falling into step a pace behind. “I have a month before my masters program starts up, then it’s back to school.”

Reflexively, Addy reaches out to take the half gallon jug of milk from Beth’s arms, just to relieve her of the weight. Beth’s eyes flash wide, but she says nothing. This close, Addy can smell a hint of her perfume. Like she didn’t wash yesterday’s floral blush from her pulse points, from the side of her neck.

They steer toward the register, already in step.

“Grad school. Wow. Congrats, Beth.”

Addy finds she means it. Beth flashes her a smile, a little shy, cheeks dimpling. “Thanks. I heard you weren’t doing too bad yourself.”

“Who said?” Addy has been careful not to ask after Beth, and only comes back to Sutton Grove when its necessary, too scared to peel back the scab of old wounds.

That sly Beth grin, eyes shifting. “I have my sources.”

Steps echo off the tile floor as they dodge through the aisles. Just past 10 p.m., the grocery is all but empty, humid night air crowding the floor-to-ceiling windows of the storefront, reflections warped and watery in the glass.

They play at small talk, the rhythm of it unreal in the ghost town of empty aisles.

Only the sign above register three is lit, the decal peeling off the plastic, yellow light flickering. A lone employee stands at the till, flicking through his phone, blue light throwing his cheekbones into sharp relief.

Beth rests the eggs on the conveyor belt and Addy crowds in behind her to set the milk next to it. Their hips bump. Beth smells exactly the same. It’s such a mind-fuck that the simple, incidental press of warm hip on warm hip is enough to send her reeling.

Addy is suddenly certain she is going to die in a fucking Save-A-Lot outlet on the edge of town.

White teeth digging into a full bottom lip, Beth looks up at her through her lashes. Addy burrows her hands deep in the pocket of her hoodie, nods toward the register.

“You gonna pay?”

A hum. Beth produces a wrinkled bill from the waistband of her sweatpants. A pale flash of skin, the divot of her navel. “Always in a hurry.”

When she turns to the lone employee, Addy thinks she catches her wink.

Addy trails her to the parking lot, to an unfamiliar car. Beth pops the trunk, old-fashioned style, key-in-lock, and dumps the lone plastic bag into it.

With their mission completed, silence falls over them. They turn to one another under the pooled light of the lot’s sole floodlight. They shuffle their feet in the gravel. Beth seems so small like this. Her sleeve falls over her fingertips, and she pushes it back absently with one hand.

Addy looks hard at her forearm, stops herself from reaching out to touch.

She has a terrible idea and speaks before she can stop herself.

“So Riri is throwing a party. Kind of a reunion?” Addy’s voice tilts up into a question. They don’t need to mention that this used to be the kind of thing Beth would never need an invite to, let alone need to be told about it. “Nothing crazy, just drinking wine and talking about,” Addy flaps a hand, “the good old days.”

The cliché feels stale on her tongue and she immediately regrets it.

Beth looks at her evenly, silent.

Addy shrugs, fixes her gaze on the edge of the lot, where the shadows around the dumpster are deep, scrubby grass poking through asphalt.

“You could come, if you wanted.” She makes the mistake of looking back into Beth’s cold eyes. “It could be like old times.”

“Wine, huh?” Beth’s voice is pitched, low, grating into the air between them. “That’s a change from trying to shotgun a watermelon Four Loko in the 7/11 parking lot at 1 a.m.”

Addy laughs before she can stop herself, remembering the night. “I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to dying,” she says. A lie. “I think I saw God that night.” Possibly true. She can remember the world turning topsy-turvy, street lights glinting like stars against a murky, smog filled sky.

“Oh yeah?” Beth is smiling now, too. “What did she look like?”

Addy crinkles her nose. “A little like you actually.”

Beth snakes out a hand – that pale, pale wrist flashing in the dark – and sneaks Addy’s phone out of her pocket. She adds a contact, lightning fast, extends the phone. Addy takes it, heart stuttering, fluttering.

“Text me when. I’ll be there.”

Beth climbs into her car without looking back. Pauses to fix her hair in the rearview mirror before she starts the ignition.

Addy watches Beth peel out of the lot, driving fast, rear lights flaring like the embers of a cigarette on an inhale.

She plunges her hand into her pocket for her keys and hears a rustle. Pulling out a paper, she looks down at her grocery list. She didn’t buy a goddamn thing.

#dare me #my writing #i had to repost bc the readmore got erased #and i couldnt stand the idea of ppl wading through all that text on their dash #Anonymous

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daughterofsarenrae · 3 years

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For ur ask thing!

Sempervivum, jade plant, string of pearls, tipsy turvy, calico kitten, and debbie

sempervivum: what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad? uhhhh 1) depends on the type of sad 2) i usually just listen to my ;-; playlist which is all instrumental pieces by different artists

jade plant: what is a bird you associate yourself with? osprey

string of pearls: do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks? enh i like most colors tbh

topsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position? on my side! sometimes on my stomach with my legs in weird positions tho. like one knee up to my chin. idk

calico kitten: what is something valuable that you learned in your life? gotta put yourself first bc u cant help other people if ur also in need of help

debbie: how would you describe your handwriting? A hot mess

#my sar team: the order of priority in dangerous situations is us; them; our boat; their boat #me: ok cool time to apply this to everything about my life #i wrote an essay on it that won me $200 in college lmao #thanks for the ask!#dee tag #pretend this isnt days late #moonsympathizer #bel speaks

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captainsourwolf · 3 years

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Debbie, topsy turvey, and Cupid?

debbie: how would you describe your handwriting?

neat-ish? it really depends on the kind of pen/pencil/marker im using

topsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position?

for me it’s on my left side, two pillows between my knees, left arm stretched out in front of me, right arm hugging my squishy pillow, and cocooned under a bunch of blankets. also naked. 🤷🏻‍♀️

cupid: what are five aspects you like about yourself?

uh. my eye color, my love for animals, my creativity, my trivia knowledge, and ummm my love of music? idk this one was hard

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trichosirius · 6 years

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i havent touched my plant tag in a while but no worries i still have my children and ive gotten some new ones over time!

#on another note #i now also have two bettas that i love #one grumpy old man who hates me and another who likes to play dead #so thats fun #sorry for plant post for the people who dont want them!!#i grew this #graptoveria #sedum #echeveria

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glassandeyes · 5 years

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sempervivum, cupid, topsy turvy, little jewel, debbie? :3

sempervivum: what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

i dont rlly listen to artisis but more just albums!! specifics r like.. the glass passenger by jack’s mannequin & how do you feel now by joywave :0

cupid: what are five aspects you like about yourself?

hbhbhggbhgh... honestly i love how i make ppl around me happy. like ppl have constantly told me that i’m just a good person to be around & i make them feel better!! uuuhhh!! my hair is really really soft. i am a human toaster as i have stated Many times... i have a really good fashion sense B)) and!! i’m really proud of my art and how far i’ve come improvement-wise!

topsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position?

i will lay anyhow but i can really only fall asleep on my back :y

little jewel: are you an art museum or a science museum kind of person?

i may b an artist but honestly?? science museums are way more fun!!! fucken edumacation. love that shit

debbie: how would you describe your handwriting?

it’s like... half-cursive but mostly legible?? kinda curly ig?

#glass.txt #glasskbox #jekills #tom #youre gay <3

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poppymadness · 6 years

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dumbass do the questions

could i be doing something better? probably. will i? no, this has been sitting in my drafts for months

burro’s tail: what was the last dream you had? the last dream i ‘remember’ is the crazy one i told you about that i just put in quotations because i don’t even remember that one anymoreagave: what’s your favorite time of the day? niiiight, idk if i should be more specific butcrown of thorns: are you more of a cozy rainy day or a warm sunny day? COZY RAINY DAYsempervivum: what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad? fuck idk i still listen to jaymes sometimes, sometimes it’s a Strong cte mood, most times it’s a shuffle all my music mood and i scream when three days grace comes on bc i’m a dumb bitchjade plant: what is a bird you associate yourself with? i… don’t know….. birdsaloe: what is your favorite season and why? fall and in states with actuAL SEASONS just…. crunchy leaves, good weather……. Goodpussy ears: how do you take your coffee? lots of milk and Lots of sugar bitchponytail palm: what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream? i’m a chocolate chip and vanilla bitch for ice cream so i meanperle von nurnberg: what makes your heart flutter? had a dumb thought dfjkadlf but idk geemoonstones: do you have a significant other? ——-agavoides: what is your first plant you ever owned and does it have a name? i know these are plant asks but like, i have no knowledgecupid: what are five aspects you like about yourself? sigh, bitches, sighflapjack what are five flaws you have? sigh, bitches, sigh string of pearls: do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks? oooh cool darks, but warm neutrals are nice too djfkadlavender stones: what do you look for in your significant other? iii don’t even know anymore bitchblack prince: are there any pets you would like to have? a fuckin corGI BITCH, a wolf would be nice too but ya kno idk why but i got the temptation to have a hamster again just now :(melaco: how would you describe a perfect date? yo literally dhjakd if i had a good time that’s all that matters to me lmao, doesn’t have to be anything big, doesn’t even have to be anything at all wooly rose: what are some names that you like? ASHER, any others i know when i hear them dhjakhaworthia: are a you more of a fruit popsicle kind of person or ice cream popsicle kind of person? oooh uuh? i’d have to go with fruit popsicle…lithops: how do you spend free time by yourself? can i use this as an example?aeonium: what is your favorite tea and how do you take it? grossbaby toes: what was the last book you read? oh… have tried restarting ready to fall so, thattopsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position? sides or stomach… always alternating, most definitely never on your backcalico kitten: what is something valuable that you learned in your life? oh god i am but a mere baby, bitch idk but Fuck assholes dhfkhadcactus: how would you describe the last photo you’ve taken? a.. selfie? with a dog filter dfhjakdirish mint: do you like to cook or bake more? well, if i did either, it’d be bakeblue elf: do you have a favorite scent? idkkk, i’m not a big candle person but i’ve realized i like cinnamon scented candles dhfalk. uumm otherwise like, a forest/woodsy areas after it poured and it’s damp and earthy,, Nicejelly bean: do you prefer walking, driving, or biking? out of these fucking options walking i guess dfjlalkcalifornia sunset: what accessory do you always have on you, no matter what? can i say my nose ring dfhkdf i don’t wear Things,,,little jewel: are you an art museum or a science museum kind of person? science museum!! def not that i can remember really ever going to eitherpainted lady: do you have cute nicknames? noooot reaaallllyyyydebbie: how would you describe your handwriting? kid-ish? bubbly, slightly sloppy- also type of handwriting everyone compliments you on and you’re like dhjakd bitch whatmoonglow: how do you relieve stress? hooow do you do that? idk i Avoid with games and sometimes blare music from my earbuds which is why i am fuckin deafkey lime: do you have a quirky catch phrase? nawlola: do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play? i Love piano but who got the time. i tried to learn guitar once djfka and well, keyboard but that lasted even shorter than guitar. oH playing drums would also be hot dude. piano and drums pls i’d love that dhakd

#yh yh this is messy deal with it #also prepare for 'bitch' to be used a million times and keysmashes to appear ten times that #i fuckin finally did this #and it's mostly to avoid:#1. oc questions i could'vE FUCKIN DONE MORE OF #2. changing this blogs theme and creating a new playlist #3. going on oc blog and saving more drafts to later on queue #4. i'm pretty sure there's smth else #welp anyways goodbye

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smartgirlreporting · 6 years

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All the succulent asks!

burro’s tail: what was the last dream you had? It was weird? And hard to explain? I was working but my keyboard didn’t work so I had to hunt for a new one and each time I found one it broke? I don’t know, it was odd

agave: what’s your favorite time of the day? Just after sunset.

crown of thorns: are you more of a cozy rainy day or a warm sunny day? I prefer cozy rainy days, but I think my personality is closer to a warm sunny day.

sempervivum: what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad? A mix between Tim McGraw and George Straight; they were my moms favorite singers.

jade plant: what is a bird you associate yourself with? Oo, I’m not sure… I’m not big on birds so I don’t really know how similar I am to any of them. I’ve always loved doves though!

aloe: what is your favorite season and why? Autumn! I love the just cold enough for sweaters but not cold enough for heavy jackets feeling. And pumpkin patches are so great!

pussy ears: how do you take your coffee? Three creamers, two sugars.

ponytail palm: what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream? Macaron: strawberries and creme Ice cream: cherry vanilla!

perle von nurnberg: what makes your heart flutter? This is so sappy, but when Romeo smiles? It’s like I can see flowers blooming and I can’t help but smile too? And it’s not just a flutter, it’s like my heart does flips. (Really anything he does makes my heart flutter but his smile especially.)

moonstones: do you have a significant other? Yes, and he’s the absolute best. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

agavoides: what is your first plant you ever owned and does it have a name? It was a mint sprig named Richard Campbell Gansey the Fourth (listen, I’m a nerd, and Gansey had my heart for a solid month after I read the Raven Cycle the first time.)

cupid: what are five aspects you like about yourself? My determination, my dedication, …my writing? I can’t think of any others, sorry.

flapjack what are five flaws you have? My naivety, my inability to cook, my stubbornness, my insomnia, and my occasional irrational anger.

string of pearls: do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks? Soft pastels!

lavender stones: what do you look for in your significant other? Someone who cares about me and supports my work. (Bonus points if you cook, all the points if you’re Romeo because he’s all of these and more.)

black prince: are there any pets you would like to have? Lucy!! I love her so much, she loves cuddling up with me and she’s everything I could’ve asked for in a pup.

melaco: how would you describe a perfect date? I mean? Any date where we both have fun and are together is perfect?

wooly rose: what are some names that you like? All of these have personal connections to them, so I like them for those reasons, but: Darcy, William, Gulliver, Lillian, Ann Marie, and Katherine (the OG, my mom)

haworthia: are a you more of a fruit popsicle kind of person or ice cream popsicle kind of person? This just reminded me how long it’s been since I had a fruit popsicle… But ice cream, I think?

lithops: how do you spend free time by yourself? Working, usually. If I have the time to pamper myself, I’ll take a long bath with a soak of some sort and put on my favorite PJs and a face mask, then sit and drink a strawberry banana smoothie while watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Haven’t done it in a while though.

aeonium: what is your favorite tea and how do you take it? Earl Grey, three sugars. Green, three sugars and a touch of honey. And one of my coworkers makes this awesome mint tea that I just drink straight.

baby toes: what was the last book you read? Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi

topsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position? Curled up cuddling with either Romeo or Crutchie, or a pillow as a close second if neither of them are available.

calico kitten: what is something valuable that you learned in your life? Be kind. Always.

cactus: how would you describe the last photo you’ve taken? Mmmmm This is the worst description ever but it’s a selfie of me looking up at the clouds and the imminent rain with the LEAST excited expression ever.

irish mint: do you like to cook or bake more? Neither because I burn everything. (Although now I can almost make waffles… Does that count as cooking or baking?)

blue elf: do you have a favorite scent? Depends on the day I think. I’ve always been a sucker for fresh ink though. Blame the writer in me.

jelly bean: do you prefer walking, driving, or biking? Walking! I love it.

california sunset: what accessory do you always have on you, no matter what? Crutchie got me this bracelet for my birthday and I wear it literally every day.

little jewel: are you an art museum or a science museum kind of person? Both? Can I have both?

painted lady: do you have cute nicknames? … I mean, depends on what ‘cute’ means? They’re all just nicknames to me and each has its own backstory.

debbie: how would you describe your handwriting? Very loopy. So many loops where there doesn’t need to be. Why do I like loops?

moonglow: how do you relieve stress? See: lithops

key lime: do you have a quirky catch phrase? I have a tendency to say “yeah, o-kay.” a lot, but I don’t know if it’s a catchphrase?

lola: do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?I don’t! I was fascinated by the guitar as a kid, but I never had the chance to learn it.

#long post //#romo //#uh #ask to tag?

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zestyorangedjuice · 6 years

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haworthia, topsy turvy, and debbie

haworthia: are a you more of a fruit popsicle kind of person or ice cream popsicle kind of person:

tbh im a fruity kinda dude!

topsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position?

side (specifically left), or stomach (with head facing left lmao)

debbie: how would you describe your handwriting?

m e s s y. i’m one of those people who use regular print and cursive within the same word

#ask #koganelovesmcclain

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blackacre13 · 3 years

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Hi just wanted to let you know that your Loubbie fics are delicious😍 but there's this thing that I've been itching about and hear me out what about a smut au where Lou is the bottom for once and debbie is the top and puts on the strap. There aren't many fics like this but for me it's always a breath of fresh air to see Lou being soft or a bottom. So I was wondering if you'd ever interested in writing something like this ?

Delicious!🙈 thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy them!

Okay, anon, here’s the thing 😂 would I be interested in writing something like this? Yes. But does it go against the NSFW portion of canon compliance that lives in my mind rent free? Also yes.

I firmly believe that 99.5% of the time

Lou is a top and Debbie is a bottom

The bedroom (physically and as an idea/mentally/when it comes to sex in general) is like the only place Lou gets to be in charge and they both like it this way. Debbie is in charge of the cons. Lou is in charge of the celebratory sex.

Lou likes having that physical control over Debbie and being the only person who gets to see Debbie vulnerable and submissive like this.

Debbie likes being able to let go and have someone else in charge when it comes to intimacy and pleasure.

Generally, I don’t see Lou being a fan of penetration at all. Rarely ever the strap (but agree Debbie may be the only one in the world she trusts with it). I won’t get into the nitty gritty, but she definitely prefers giving to receiving and if she’s receiving, she prefers 😝

However, I can also see Debbie being more of a dominant bottom and Lou being more of a submissive top👀

But Service Top!Lou and Power Bottom!Debbie is my brain’s go to

Why I still could/would say yes to this scenario is that even though it goes against what I see in my head, I know there are a lot of people in the fandom who will go to their grave thinking the complete opposite (but I tell you Lou Miller is no bottom)

I would personally totally write this as a rarity/Opposite Day sort of thing. I can very much see Lou snapping at Debbie after she’s a bit bratty or pushy about something and saying “you think you can do this better? Be my guest.” And turning the tables on her. So I think it would be a fun oneshot to write because it’s so topsy turvy to me!

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gardeninghub · 4 years

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Graptoveria Cupid aka topsy debbi. Drawn by me in prismacolor nupastel by ReganRocksYourSuccs

#plants #succulents #cactus #houseplants #garden

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 3 years

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Mary Did You Know

Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man? Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand? Did you know that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod? When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

I was listening Clay Aiken’s ‘Mary Did You Know,’ when I received a download from Papa God. ‘Mary’s most joyous time introduced the time of her greatest heartache and suffering. Only to find the heartache short-lived— replaced by the greatest of all rejoicing.’

Imagine with me riding that roller coaster of emotion. Pre-Holy Spirit baptism, pre- New Testament, no reading the back of the book to see— ‘we win.’ Mary endured the worst nightmare a mother could endure— watching her Son tortured to death.

Mary knew God did this to her. She knew that her Son was the Son of the Most High God. Nothing could happen to Jesus without going through the God filter. Wait! Her thoughts must’ve gone wild— was it possible — was satan stronger than God?

Even her knowledge of Almighty God had to go into topsy-turvy mode. How could she reconcile God’s power together with her Son’s tortured breathing, kneeling there at the foot of His cross? See John 19:26. According to the movie, “The Passion,” when Jesus fell under the weight of our cross, Mary was nearby, watching His blood splatter on the rocks, (Luke 23:27).

When our son was nine, the doctor diagnosed him with lymphoma. I reeled with emotions. How could’ve God healed him miraculously at his birth, only to allow him to die at nine with lymphoma? My emotions didn’t near the heartbreak, panic, fear, and brokenness of this mother of Christ endured.

Mercy from God rained upon Louis and I, with God taking care of this diagnosis. Thousands of mothers and fathers can’t say the same thing. There wasn’t a good answer for the loss in their lives, their arms, their broken hearts. Anger towards God erupts. Pounding at His invisible chest, they scream, “it’s not fair!” All the while God is holding them in His arms, crying with them— otherwise how could they’ve survived?

The glory came to Mary and Jesus’ disciples on the third day. Jesus arose to a new life— no longer flesh and blood, but flesh and bone, (Luke 24:39). What before couldn’t be reconciled, now united as one. Prophetic scriptures unfurled with accuracy. Jesus arose the King of kings to take His place on high.

For those who’ve lost their loved ones— “…Death has been swallowed up in victory.” 1Corinthians 15:54NIV. These beloved ones living in Christ merely went to sleep here and awoke on the other side. Jesus is Lord over even death. Your loved one is eternally alive with Christ. Don’t harshly judge the salvation condition of the unsaved people you’ve prayed for— only God has that final say.

Finally, Mary’s exultation came true: Luke 1:48NASB “For He has had regard for the humble state of His bondslave; For behold, from this time on all generations will count me blessed.”

We can’t see the resurrected Christ. Ours is to blindly believe that He will take our sorrow and turn it into rejoicing because "His kingdom will never end." Will we rejoice, even after this horrible place? It’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Almighty God, You deserve the glory forever. Even when we don’t understand, we will blindly believe. Help us overcome our unbelief, in Jesus’ name I pray.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #Word of God #Holy Spirit #God #it's your choice #devotional #mary did you know #death #victory #heartbreak #joy #kissed #love #hope #faith

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aphroditeurl · 6 years

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You know the drill

burro’s tail: what was the last dream you had?

I can’t share explicit details.

agave: what’s your favorite time of the day?

Late night

crown of thorns: are you more of a cozy rainy day or a warm sunny day?

Warm sunny day

sempervivum: what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

Florence + The Machine

jade plant: what is a bird you associate yourself with?

Swan

aloe: what is your favorite season and why?

Summer cause it’s not winter

pussy ears: how do you take your coffee?

I don’t

ponytail palm: what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

Vanilla, and chocolate mint

perle von nurnberg: what makes your heart flutter?

Alvin

moonstones: do you have a significant other?

@funkypanda

agavoides: what is your first plant you ever owned and does it have a name?

Cactus

cupid: what are five aspects you like about yourself?

1) I am a decent writer2) I always try and make others feel better3) My freckles4) I can be cute??5) I am good af some games? Sure

flapjack what are five flaws you have?

I’m awkward, depressed, a little moody, quiet, and avoident

string of pearls: do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

Pastels bitch

lavender stones: what do you look for in your significant other?

@funkypanda

black prince: are there any pets you would like to have?

All of them

melaco: how would you describe a perfect date?

Museum, arcade, lunch, cuddling

wooly rose: what are some names that you like?

Billie, Courtney, Theo..idk

haworthia: are a you more of a fruit popsicle kind of person or ice cream popsicle king of person?

Ice cream

lithops: how do you spend free time by yourself?

Games or talking or youtube

aeonium: what is your favorite tea and how do you take it?

I don’t drink tea

baby toes: what was the last book you read?

It was something about Egyptian magic

topsy turvy: what is the most comfortable sleeping position?

Anything where I can lay on someone

calico kitten: what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

Don’t trust shit

cactus: how would you describe the last photo you’ve taken?

Dorky

irish mint: do you like to cook or bake more?

Cook

blue elf: do you have a favorite scent?

Vanilla

jelly bean: do you prefer walking, driving, or biking?

None of the above

california sunset: what accessory do you always have on you, no matter what?

My rose quartz bracelet

little jewel: are you an art museum or a science museum kind of person?

Science bitch

painted lady: do you have cute nicknames?

French fry

debbie: how would you describe your handwriting?

Shit mate

moonglow: how do you relieve stress?

Animal crossing or stardew valley

key lime: do you have a quirky catch phrase?

“Fite me”

lola: do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

No and violin

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