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many-sparrows · 7 months

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Been having so many self destructive thoughts lately, but not in a sad-girl-torpedoes-her-life way, but in the way that Elijah ran out into the desert. Oh, the urge to quit my non-profit job where I have to dress nice to go to an office and regurgitate buzzwords that don't matter. I want to purify my life, to strip away the superfluousness. Listen, I could drive through the countryside in my old pick up truck, giving soup to strangers and burials to road kill, and kind smiles to people who need them. I would say to God, "I have been zealous for you, but the world keeps looking away. If my work means nothing, end it all now." And then I will withstand feats of nature until I find God's still small voice again. Reader: how do you know if the itch is sabotage or a calling?

#i have got to get a job working with my hands no more of this brain stuff #Elijah #god in the desert #godblr #autumn writes #musings #writing #biblical writing #religion

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deep-space-lines · 2 months

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okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

#my art #my writing #who fuckin sent this. fuck you. come off anon so i can kick your ass. (the thoughts this ask sparked consumed almost 3 days of my life)#i dont know what this even is #i just work here #disclaimer i don't come from a particularly religious background so like.#most of my knowledge of christianity comes from when my mom sent me to vbs for cheap babysitting in middle school or absorbed via osmosis #so i have no idea what im talking about except for when i do! hope this helps #i love how i say that like i expect biblical scholars to tear apart my ultrakill gay fanfiction #if you are a biblical scholar and you want to tear apart my ultrakill gay fanfiction please know i am not going to read the bible for this #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #gabv1el #blood #love tagging ultrakill stuff with blood. hmm yes the floor here is made out of floor

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biblicallyaccuratestiles · 22 days

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STILES, to DEREK: "Okay, so two things; one, you called and left a weirdly-cryptic voicemail? Which was freaky, 'cause I didn't even realize you knew how to work that thing—seeing as you never answer it, like, ever. So don't do that again, please and thank you.

STILES, to DEREK: "Two, I think someone just tried to kill me."

#biblically accurate stiles quotes #inncorect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #writing prompts #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #teen wolf

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eastbubble · 1 month

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you and 09!ghost were never really on good terms, things were always frosty and cold between you two. missions kind of connected you guys but that was notning special, it was the same with everyone else on the team so you wouldn’t really consider that extraordinary.. until something happened.

the location was already bad enough — georgian - russian border, what a blessing. a part of the task force was supposed to clear the house hidden in the woods in hopes of finding makarov as this was one of his possible hiding places. you could only hope for the best.

the mission didn’t turn out to be a success, though. the area was cleared and you shot what felt like hundreds of soliders, yet there was no sign nor trace of the man that the whole world was looking for — vladimir makarov. roach was downstairs copying the files from the central computer he found there, but it was taking extremely long and you just couldn’t help but start exploring the house out of boredom.

your heavy gear was sticking to your body like a soaked towel, your body sweaty from all the stress that was put on you. the wooden floor was creaking under your military-issue boots that were so uncomfortable on your feet after such a long day. however, after a while, you heard the sound of another pair of boots knocking against the probably rotten wood, making you turn your head and look up. ghost. it’s ghost.

“impressive. you did really good,” he mumbled under his breath, though he didn’t seem like he was actually serious. to be honest, you didn’t even know what he sounded like when he was dead serious. the balaclava on his face always somehow filtered the tone of his voice and you couldn’t guess what could be going on in his mind.

and the next thing you remember is him pushing you against the wall and slamming his lips against yours, the fabric of the skull-print balaclava obviously being in the way. both of your saliva made a little spot on the soft cotton, and what a funny touch because you imagined your panties looking the same — with a silly little wet spot on it. he held you tightly under your butt with one arm, your back against the wall so it would be easier for him to keep you up in the air.

just like that, he was already reaching down to your panties. unzipping your pants with shaky, gloved fingers as he seemed incredibly desperate. he circled the wet spot on your undies, outlining it with the tip of his finger as a horrible excuse of foreplay. just moments later he was in his pants too, needily taking his rock-hard cock out of his boxer briefs and not wasting any time to pull the fabric covering your pretty cunt aside, almost immediately sliding into you.

it was really weird that he didn’t say anything. it all just happened and it was weird. you laid you head into the crook of his neck, fingers gripping the gray wool-ish texture of his pullover. at first he only slid in with his flared tip but then seconds later he pushed more of his length in, letting you feel the raw veins on his slightly curved length. he was huge and you were sure that he would hit your cervix the moment he bottomed out inside you — and that was why you began protesting with soft little sounds coming out of your mouth, tiny and silent moans of his rank slipping out. not ghost nor simon, not even riley. you felt ashamed that the only thing coming out of your mouth was just “lieutenant, please..”

“ssh, we don’t want roach to hear you downstairs, do we?” he asked almost silently, but you could tell that he was holding back a few gruff grunts too, judging from the way he breathed. “do we, sergeant?”

“no. no, no. but it’s so-“ and you had to swallow the rest of your sentence down because of how you could almost feel his tip leaking inside you with every word you painfully uttered out. it was messy and sticky, the lewd sounds your pussy kept making were basically reverbating off the walls. and it was all dripping down into your panties, small droplets sliding along your slit and soaking into the thin fabric. “nasty..”

“fuck..”

and as soon as he mumbled that curse out, you heard a pair of boots againts the wooden floor — one that sounded identical to your and ghost’s ones. shit. shit!

looking over ghost’s shoulder you had to blink thrice to confirm that what you saw was indeed real. roach stood there in the doorway like a deer in the headlights, his goggles pushed atop of his tactical helmet as you could physically see his adam’s apple bob from how hard he gulped. he held a few papers and an usb memory stick in his hands, fingers shaking as he slightly raised it up in to the air. “it’s- it’s done, sir-“

#i love writing biblically accurate cod smut :3 #cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #modern warfare 2

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answer2jeff · 9 months

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SHARING SPACE — Carmen Berzatto.

synopsis: just a blurb, how you ended up moving in with Carmen :)

warnings: established relationship, reader is implied female (but little use of specific pronouns), fluffy headcanons, some smutty implications, some smutty implications but still fluff, mentions of alcohol and smoking, blurb is set once they're rebranding The Beef into The Bear.

i need more Carmen fluff this man is my whole life. btw this is super short but i'm sooooo burnt out :'(

It started with you "accidentally" falling asleep in his bed from the night before, panicking and hurrying to put your clothes in the morning before he had to rush to work. You weren't technically dating, but you were too close for comfort to be considered something as shallow as "friends with benefits." It was more than that.

But then things seemed to slow down. It turned into spending an extra ten minutes enveloped in each others arms. You shared, "good mornings" between sickly sweet kisses, his hands feeling up and down your torso while your fingers entangled in his hair. Carmen whispered about how much he didn't want to leave—as much as both of you knew he had to.

"You're gonna be late, Carmy." You'd groan, cupping his clean-shaven face and planting small kisses on his cheeks. Carmen let out a sigh of disappointment, realizing his short moment of bliss would be over the second he thought about leaving.

"I'm gonna clean up, 'kay?" He'd mumble, kissing your sweet lips one last time. His pupils dilated at the sight of you in his sheets, something he wish he didn't have to cherish from how little free time he seemed to have.

"Mhm."

Once he'd hop in the shower, you'd get yourself dressed before pouring him a warm cup of coffee, occasionally placing any dirty dishes stranded in the kitchen in the sink as an act of courtesy. You'd check the time, 7:00am,

As much as it pained you to leave without a proper goodbye, you worried that Carmen needed space- that he didn't have time to pepper kisses along your cheeks before he left.

"Bye Carmy!" You'd call out, but not quite loud enough for him to hear from the bathroom.

He wished you would've stayed just a little longer.

Eventually, you caught on. At one point, you swore you saw Carmen popping his head back into his bedroom to see if you were still there as you were already halfway out the door. From that point on, you started leaving little notes next to his coffee, littered with "I'm so proud of you," and sweet comments like, "break a leg Bear," and sometimes even an "I'll see you soon."

Then it turned into spending all weekend, every weekend, in his apartment—even though you'd been stopping by the restaurant between closing hours, and spending a good hour or two with him every other day of the week.

It just wasn't enough.

You started bringing a share-sized blanket and bottles of your favorite drinks whenever you came over, which was practically 4-5 times a week by that point.That blanket ended up rotating between your apartment and his, until it finally resided on the couch.

Wrapping himself in that blanket whenever you weren't around, reminded him that there was something else to think about; that there was someone else who needed him just as much as he did them.

You started leaving little things like your hoop earrings on the kitchen counter, or your puffer jacket on his coatrack, wondering if they'd still be there by next weekend; wondering if Carmen would ever have the heart to give them back to you. (Spoiler alert, he kept everything you ever "forgot"' in the exact same spot. Having a piece of you in his home at all times seemed to make up for your absence during the week, even if it just made him miss you more.)

Then you started packing extra clothes with you that you'd stuff into an empty drawer in Carmen's dresser. You brought your travel-sized, makeup bag with you, which you just ended up leaving in his bathroom. Along with your meds, and your skin care, and practically everything else you couldn't live without.

...

"You should just move in at this point." Carmen let out a breathy laugh as he watched you do your makeup, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Not even 20 minutes ago, he saw you pick out an entire outfit from the spare clothes you brought, not even realizing that you left a pair of black shoes that went with everything, right in his shoe rack.

"I practically live here now," you paused to put on some mascara, your mouth gaping open as you tried to concentrate, "but my lease is up on the 23rd." You joked, twisting the cap on your mascara back on and tossing it into your makeup bag.

"I mean—would you want to? Live here? With—with me?" He physically turned to look at you, your reflection not giving him enough clarity. He needed to see you, whether you said yes or no. You felt your stomach turn, and the question seemed unreal.

"I— yeah, I guess. Only if you want me to, but that'd be pretty... cool." You turned your head to face him, gazing into his desperate eyes. He needed to be able to call this apartment "ours," not just "his."

This apartment felt more like a home than you than anywhere else you resided in Chicago. You made your commute to work from this apartment, you ate and showered and slept in this apartment, bits and pieces of you were tossed all around this apartment, you brought home every new piece of clothing and jewelry back to this apartment.

Carmen literally made you keep a spare key in your wallet, advising you to come over whenever you needed something—even if he wasn't home. He trusted you with his space,

He took it upon himself to buy you a toothbrush, the shampoo and conditioner you raved about after he complimented your hair, and extra pads/tampons/menstrual cups (since he wasn't sure what you used,) just for when his bathroom would be occupied by you. He cleaned out the hidden cabinet behind the mirror above the sink, making sure you had a place for all of your things. He moved all of his cologne, deodorant, lotion, etc in the cabinet underneath it.

All he ever wanted was to make sure you felt safe.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #ugh this blurb is so cute #this took way too long to post idk why #i'm so exhausted i just needed to write something to quench my thirst #jfc guys #i need to sleep #uni is kicking my ass #the bear #i need him biblically

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ghvst-ing · 26 days

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It’s the blinding, morning sun that pours past the curtains, and into the bedroom that wakes him from his slumber.

The duvet was thrown off to the side during the night when it got too warm, a gentle pressure on his chest as it rose and fell with every intake of breath he took through his nose.

It was peaceful, quiet; no unpleasant thoughts swarming his brain. No sound of distant gunfire, or shouting he could make out within the comfort of his apartment, the four walls he called home.

His gaze soon shifted to you, and blinked the tiredness from his eyes, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his dry lips, idly tracing over them whilst he admired the image before him.

You were tucked to his side, the side of your face resting against his bare chest with your hair splayed out messily, tickling his skin. It was a sight he wouldn’t change for the world, one he loved waking up to each day, knowing he wasn’t alone in this life, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Ever so slowly, he lifted himself up slightly using his arms, careful to not disturb you too much as he did so. Simon tilted his head before pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to the top of your head, the smallest of smiles forcing its way onto his lips.

He lowered himself when he felt your stir, a soft groan escaping you as your eyes squeezed shut. He chuckled, and his hand moved to the back of your neck, rough fingertips lightly massaging the area.

“Mornin’, love.”

His voice was deep, gravelly, yet it held a tinge of softness; an adoration that already shone in the look he reserved for only you.

Your eyes languidly fluttered open, cringing at the brightness you were met with. “What time is it..?” You muttered, lids falling back closed.

“Past six,” He replied after throwing a short glance at the clock settled on the bedside table.

At his words, your brows pinched, and your lips pulled into a frown at the early hour. It was a normal time for him to awake, a routine he grew used to after years of service. However, on days like these, where you weren’t forced to go into work, you liked to sleep in.

You rolled over, your back facing him as your head hit the pillow. “Wake me up at nine,” You grumbled, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Oh, come on,” Simon huffed, shifting closer to you once you moved. His hands landed on both sides of your torso, tickling your sides, effectively making you squirm.

A small giggle was forced from your lips, legs threatening to kick out if it weren’t for the weight of one of his own on top of yours.

“Si-Simon..!” You struggled, hands pushing at his in a futile attempt to stop his attack, eyes squeezing shut as you writhed. “Stop that!”

“Only if you promise to get up.” He said. You felt his warm breath next to your ear, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You nodded hastily, breathless. “Fine, fine!”

It was only then that he relented, giving the shell of your ear a playful nip.

Finally, you could only think as you sighed in relief, panting as you regained the ability to properly inhale and exhale air from your lungs.

Once you begrudgingly sat up on the mattress, Simon followed as you threw your legs over the side. Your feet touched the cold floorboards, and you shivered, tossing your boyfriend a pouty glare.

“Asshole..” You swatted his shoulder, the sound reverberating, yet the bastard only chuckled heartedly at your pitiful attempt to be mean.

“Love you, too.”

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inamindfarfaraway · 4 months

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The Exorcists’ Masks of Virtue

The vast majority of Exorcists in Hazbin Hotel have a notable design element that other angels don’t: their masks are missing an eye. Specifically, the right eye.

I believe this is a reference to the Bible, Matthew 5:29. Jesus says, “If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”

He’s being hyperbolic. Mr Free Healthcare was not pro-mutilation. What he means is that you have to be willing to make sacrifices to prevent sin. The context of the eye metaphor is him condemning adultery and warning that even something as easy, casual and small as a look full of lustful intent can lead to further, worse sin if you don’t notice your sin, hold yourself accountable for it and do the work to not let it influence your decisions. This will probably be hard. It could be very, very painful. Changing your perspective can feel as horrible as plucking out your eye, so many people can’t bring themselves to do it. But although it won’t feel that way in the moment, it’s healthier for our general wellbeing in the long run to abandon traits and behaviours that damage ourselves and/or others.

(You may notice that Jesus’s teaching that you can have sinned, redeem yourself by giving up sin and thus escape damnation is the founding principle of the Hazbin Hotel. You may also notice that it contradicts everything the Exorcists believe.)

The Exorcists seem to follow this idea of painfully excising badness for the sake of the greater good devoutly to the point of placing it above teachings like ‘Thou shalt not kill’, with their job being to remove sin, in the form of sinners, to protect Heaven. Hence the missing right eyes. They’re a declaration of moral righteousness and inability to stumble.

But the truth is that the Exorcists all have their right eyes. Their flawlessness is a facade. Underneath, they are untouched, think themselves morally untouchable and, as shown by their horror and outrage when even one of them is killed, would much rather be physically untouchable too. This perfectly represents their complete unwillingness to acknowledge their own faults, let alone improve. They are never the ones who sacrifice. They force the sinners to sacrifice and don’t compensate it with any salvation. They metaphorically rip out the sinners’ eyes, but still condemn their entire bodies as inherently, permanently sinful. So they’ll just have to do another Extermination to get the other eyes! And another one to cut off their right hands! And so on until there’s nothing left.

The only exception to the rule is Vaggie, both in appearance and character. Her mask has the left eye crossed out instead. Even before her expulsion, she’s set apart to the audience as an Exorcist who has the capacity to, shall we say, see a different side of things. Her mask having its ‘sinful’ right eye reflects her understanding that the Exorcist worldview is wrong.

When she almost kills a demon child, her hateful vision clears. She discards the part of herself that’s an unquestioning, merciless agent of death, terror and grief… and as punishment for what Lute perceives as treacherous weakness, gets her eye plucked out.

Of course Lute leaves her with only the ‘sinful’ eye. It brands Vaggie forever as the inversion, a perversion, of what the Exorcists are meant to be.

You know, all this talk of eye removal in the Bible reminds of another line - ‘an eye for an eye’. Adam directly quotes it in “Hell is Forever”. He uses it to frame the Exterminations as Old Testament-style punitive justice; the sinners did harm and so they receive it. But putting aside the debate about how ethical the concept of revenge is, the entire point of taking an eye for an eye is that it’s proportional. The punishment fits the crime. If someone cuts your eye out, you shouldn’t murder their whole family in front of them and then slowly disembowel them to death. That would be the sin of wrath. You should just make them pay without excessive pain or collateral damage. This is the fairest form of revenge.

The Exorcists don’t do that! The Exterminations aren’t proportional to the wrongs of all they hurt, nor was Vaggie’s brutal punishment equivalent to her extremely mild insubordination. Lute literally takes Vaggie’s eye, and more, after Vaggie does nothing to her! That’s the opposite of the phrase! Adam and his soldiers are wrathful and cruel, deriving satisfaction from others’ suffering. But they just can’t stop going on and on about how disgustingly evil the sinners are, in total hypocrisy… despite some of the sinners being far better people than the genocidal Exorcists are… it’s like they’re obsessed with specks of dust in the sinners’ eyes when they have massive logs stuck in their own. Oh hey, that’s in the Bible too!

#both emotionally and symbolically i am rooting for vaggie or charlie to take out one of lute’s eyes #i was like ‘cool vaggie’s missing the opposite eye to her former mask!’#and then i went back and saw that her mask was also different #and then i went down a rabbit hole of biblical mentions of bad things happening to eyes #i know god and jesus (and the holy spirit) probably won’t appear in the show #at least not in person #but i do cherish the mental image of adam and his genocidal army hanging out #when jesus christ bursts in with a whip #and gets all ‘you have made my father’s house into a den of thieves’ on them but an order of magnitude more intense #because HE SAID LOVE ONE ANOTHER #WHERE IS THE LOVE #HE SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED IT #i’m not christian! i’m a hardcore atheist!#religion is just as fictious to me as egyptian mythology #however i am also autistic and have major special interests in mythology and folklore #so here i am fervently writing analysis of the sermon on the mount #hazbin hotel #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie #hazbin hotel exorcists #hazbin exorcists #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin analysis

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deepwaterwritingprompts · 2 months

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Text: An assassin for hire, I often make deals with the devil, who is so impressed by my lack of morals he’s been bragging about me to god. This is not good.

#creative writing #writing prompts #heaven and hell #assassins #written for the biblical retellings request #where the requester specifically mentioned the story of job #its unspecific as always but in the context of the request i give you #opposite job

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whereserpentswalk · 4 months

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Your city has captured an angel, it's all chained up with massive chains forged with sea serpent's blood. They caught it long before you were born, when the land was first being colonized by your culture. It's been just a normal part of your city's local culture for your entire life. It's been here for so long; nobody even knows the name of the god who gave it life.

It's a massive angel, with four wings, and the head of an eagle with burning eyes, and a fiery sword in its hand that they were never able to pry away from it even after it was chained. It's a symbol of local civic pride, they sell T-shirts of it and dolls of it in touristy areas, and it's the mascot for almost every local sports team, and most schools. Sometimes it's easy to forget that it's even real.

The angel has been in the largest local building, chained up, for nearly three hundred years now. People come and see it all the time. It used to speak, but it stopped around the time humans could record sound. They say for thirty years it slept, and for thirty years after that it wept, but it doesn't do that anymore, it just looks at everyone, watching and waiting, in an old brick building. Maybe it's judging you and waiting for its god to come.

They say its wings used to glow, and its eyes used to be bright yellow instead of its current fiery orange, you're not sure what that means. Its halo is almost impossible to see now, so faint and ghostly, it used to glow so bright they say ghosts and vampires were repelled from it as if it was the sun, now they swarm it like insects cowering by a flame. It would strike them all away if not for the chains, if it had the strength, if it saw the sun.

Everyone loves the angel. They use its blood and sweat to make medicine and fuel, it's light alone is one of the few renewable sources of energy in the local area. A lot of people think your city went into the industrial revolution early because of it being there. You wonder what other things the angel would have given you, if you had let it sit there willingly. It was born on the hill your city was built on, you don't think it ever would have left, even if it was not in a city ruled by those who believe you have to imprison something to have it.

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many-sparrows · 7 months

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So often there's this stirring in my heart, and I think it must be what Jacob felt like when wrestling with God. Except I'm not wrestling with God, I'm wrestling and God is sitting there watching. It's like when I spent my time as a sheep out in the desert-- I was never lost, I was wandering and He didn't come after me to hook me round the neck and pull me back to the flock, He just sat up on a boulder and watched from a distance. I had lessons to learn, then, that only wandering could solve, so He made sure I was safe and left me to it. Anyway, now he's sitting on the side lines, stoney faced, and I'm wrestling with myself in front of the throne, but it's not exactly for His entertainment. He knows where this is going, but every time I look over, He remains dutifully silent. Oh, in other parts of my life He still comes to me for comfort and company and guidance, but on the plane in which I wrestle, even the dark, empty eyes avoid mine. I would appreciate some answers or coaching, but instead I feel sweaty and naked and the silence is ear splitting. I'll keep on wrestling, I suppose; l can't seem to get out of it, and I know that somehow, I'm the one making myself do this, not Him.

#godblr #religion #queer + religious #autumn writes #wrestles with god #religious writing #christianity #biblical writing

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godslove · 2 months

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𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

The Bible has many stories with great lessons, but there is one small detail that the scribes forgot to mention. Jesus Christ also loved Judas Iscariot. He asked God to forgive everyone in His final moments on the cross.

Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” And they divided His garments and cast lots.

—‭‭Luke 23:34

Jesus knew the prophesies and what will transpire from the very beginning of their journey together, till the end. He became his teacher, taught him the Father's love, washed his feet, shared meals on the same table and loved Judas like a brother anyway.

As followers of Christ, we are to do the same. This is what will set us apart as children of God. We know the Father's forgiveness and Christ's redemption. We are to embody Jesus' compassion and gentleness in a world that does not know our heavenly Father's love.

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

—‭‭Galatians 2:20, Paul the Apostle

We are to love and pray for both our friends and our enemies, because Jesus loved and died for their sins as well.

‭‭“But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, ⁴⁵ that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”

—Matthew 5:44-45, Jesus Christ

I think the greatest test of Christianity is not only loving Jesus Christ, it's also loving Judas.

Like Judas, we are all sinners. And like him, Jesus also loved us. Jesus Christ is the ultimate example of what true Divine Love is. And it is far from the worldly, conditional love we know.

“This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. ¹³ Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

—John 15:12-13, Jesus Christ

To the child of God that is reading this, don't be so hard on yourself. My love, regardless of what you have done in the past, Jesus Christ also loved you unconditionally. He did it for you so that sin will no longer separate you from our heavenly Father.

So I invite you to see rightly in your heart what is beyond what scriptures, doctrines and laws written in books can teach, to know the embodiment of God's love that surpasses human understanding—Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ loved everyone, including you.

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d3arapril · 5 months

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i’m losing my mind rn thinking about reader being asleep beside ellie in bed, ellie being tired and horny & it doesn’t help that reader is making noises in her sleep ughhhhh waking up to sleepy sex pls i’m evaporating

ooo anon you have AWOKEN THE BEAST???

ellie LOVES morning sex folks! this is now canon.

she’s lazy and hardly ever sleeps through the night so is always borderline exhausted but will take any opportunity to have sex (at any given moment) but there’s something that she loves about having sex in the morning whilst the sheets are still warm and still smell of the two of you.

she loves it even more when you’re asleep next to her, tossing and turning and she’s trying so hard to just ignore you and go back to sleep because it’s only 6 in the fucking morning but it’s difficult when you keep making those noises and furrowing your brow in that way that makes ellie’s boxers grow damper by the second :( she’s rolled on her side, tongue poking out to dampen her dry lips as she watches you with heavy eyes and a familiar fluttery feeling in her stomach that will only go away once she’s woken you up.

and she does exactly that with some persistent taps to your shoulder and a few “babe”’s until she’s got you trapped under her and you’re both tearing up at how fucking good her clit feels against yours. she’s usually all mouth but not in the mornings, too tired to talk you through it so she’s just grunting and heavy breathing as she picks up her pace and practically hugs at your leg to hold herself up, eyes half lidded as she stares down at you.

after you both cum and she’s certain she’s about to pass out she rolls off you and lands back on her side of the bed with a huff, “best way to start the day, right?”

(she fell asleep again after)…..

#Under the cut cos it got a teensy bit long #not really but kind of #hehehehe #I Need Her Biblically #my writing #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #tlou smut #ellie williams x reader

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biblicallyaccuratestiles · 23 days

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STILES: "Wait, where's my food? What—oh my god, what is this?!"

(he pulls a Ziploc of baby carrots out of his backpack with a look of horror on his face)

DEREK: "That, is a healthy and nutritious snack."

STILES: "I'm gonna die."

DEREK: "You're not dying, Stiles."

STILES: "I am going to starve to death in this stupid, pineapple-scented car. You're my enemy now, Derek, we're enemies again—I'm going to ruin your life for this."

DEREK: "By doing what, dropping a Twinkie into my bag? How did you find out I'm terrified of preservatives, I hid it so well."

STILES: "Hey! Twinkies are a great source of—"

DEREK: "Carcinogens, yeah, I know."

STILES: "Derek Hale, you son of a—"

ISAAC: "Can you guys stop flirting until Erica relieves me for the next watch? She's the only one that doesn't mind your... freaky foreplay stuff."

DEREK: "We are not—"

STILES: "Isaac, you take that back right now—"

#biblically accurate stiles quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #incorrect quotes #writing prompts #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #isaac lahey #teen wolf #inspired by that one stakeout scene in the mentalist with rigsby and van pelt

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iluvreid · 5 months

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The way i want to start writing fics but i’m too scared of failure for that 😭😳 any tips?