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cupcakegalaxia · 1 year

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Don't sacrifice Truth on the alter of 'being nice'.

I have this problem myself, and it's a struggle. Yet after some point, being 'nice' doesn't work anymore. You need to speak the truth of Christ lovingly and warmly but also stern.

And sometimes even when you tell people about the truth and they don't listen even after you've warn them or told them about, shake the dust off your feet and leave it with the Lord. He will know what to do and we know he will do Good.

#christianity #chrisitans #the bible #jesus saves #truth #being nice is so last season #time to be a menace #for the truth

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dreamxeyes · 2 days

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Local library was having a book sale and I took a peek among books of bibles and Christian books such as, "How to be a contagious Christian," and this one made me laugh so hard. Thank you to whoever put this in here to give either a laugh or to put someone's panties in a twist.

#books #lesbianism #lesbian #gay #lgbtq #religion #feminism #matriarchy #chrisitanity #chrisitans #library #lesbian origins #susan cavin

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lovelifecare · 4 months

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இன்றைய வசனம் [06/01/2024] | Today Bible Verse | Tamil Bible Verse

கடந்த காலங்களில் நீங்கள் இழந்த அனைத்தையும் கர்த்தர் உங்களுக்கு திரும்ப கொடுக்கிறார்.

The Lord gives you back all that you have lost in the past.

எசேக்கியேல் 16:7 Ezekiel 16:7

உன்னை வயலின் பயிரைப்போல அநேகமாயிரமாய்ப் பெருகும்படி வைத்தேன்;

என் அன்பு சகோதர சகோதரிகளே, கர்த்தர் உங்களை ஆயிரமடங்கு ஆசிர்வதித்து உங்களை வர்த்திக்க செய்வார். நீங்கள் மகிழ்ந்திருப்பீர்கள். நீங்கள் உங்கள் வாழ்வில் செழித்திருப்பீர்கள். உங்கள் குடும்பமும் உங்கள் வம்சமும் கர்த்தரால் ஆசிர்வதிக்கப்பட்டிருக்கும். உங்கள் வருமானம் பெருகும். நீங்கள் எல்லாவற்றிலும் ஆசிர்வதிக்கப்பட்டு வாழ்ந்திருப்பீர்கள்.

I Made You Grow Like A Plant Of The Field.

My dear brothers and sisters, may the Lord bless you a thousand of blessing and prosper you. You will be amused. You will prosper in your life. May your family and your dynasty be blessed by the Lord. Your income will increase. May you live blessed in everything.

#youtube #today bible verse #tamil bible verse #today on tumblr #bible verse #tamil bible words #எசேக்கியேல் 16:7 #Ezekiel 16:7 #goddess #lord of the rings #spritiual #chrisitans #comforter #verse of the day #motivation #inspiration #love life care #The Lord gives you back all that you have lost in the past #உன்னை வயலின் பயிரைப்போல அநேகமாயிரமாய்ப் பெருகும்படி வைத்தேன்

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remuslovebot · 2 months

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Wildest Dreams | BW

pairing: bale!bruce wayne x fem!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, not proof read, Bruce being lovesick, established relationship. lmk if I missed anything

a/n: send me requests 🥺🥺 also lmk if you want to be on the tag list

taglist: @bumblebeesfromvenus @allysunny @junmsli

☽☽☽

Bruce Wayne had lived a difficult life. Well maybe not as difficult as one would expect. He was a rich playboy with a mansion and had a butler. But losing his parents at a young age took a tole on the man.

You were Bruce’s sunlight, guiding him away from the darkness inside him. Of course, as Batman he made Gotham a better place. But you, you made Bruce Wayne a better person.

You and Bruce had plans tonight. As his day job of being a rich philanthropist and carrying on the Wayne legacy, he must attend and host gala’s for Gotham’s elite.

Tonight was one of those Gala’s. The Williams family made a large donation to fund a homeless shelter in Gotham. This meant, a lot of the homeless population in Gotham would be properly housed instead of living on the street and resulting to crime.

Bruce was never one to like Gala’s. He thought the people whom attended them were ingenuine and cared more about their appearance instead of actually helping the city.

You tried to tell him that at least the money would help. Bruce couldn’t argue with that. You were right. Their money would help Gotham, but their attitude was atrocious.

One night, Bruce had gotten visibly jealous as he caught a man — who used to be one of this father’s close confidants — hitting on you at the open bar.

“And do you know what I said to my fellow soldiers?” The creepy old man asked.

You were not interested in the conversation. He was very clearly flirting with you and it made you uncomfortable. “No, I don’t,” you said, vaguely and uninterested.

Suddenly a warm and comforting hand wrapped around your waist. A familiar kiss pressed against your cheek. You turned and a smile graced your features. Bruce.

“Did you tell them you’re flirting with someone who is old enough to be your daughter?” Bruce said to the old man. “If you will excuse us, we have to talk to Commissioner Gordon.”

As Bruce swept you away, he pinched your side playfully. “Thank you,” you said up to his ear.

“Couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else getting close to you. Especially an old creep like him,” he said.

You liked when Bruce got possessive, although you would let him know that. You wouldn’t be able to live it down.

You were currently getting ready for tonight’s gala, standing infront of your large mirror and putting on your diamond jewelry. It was a present that Bruce had gifted you.

“You look breathtaking,” Bruce said. Think of the devil and he shall appear. He’d leaning against the wall, looking at you in the mirror. You look at him, seeing him in the glass.

“Thank you,” you say softly, a blush covering your cheeks.

Bruce is wearing a fancy suit and a navy blue tie to match the color of your dress. You fix a diamond earring and then turn around to face him. Walking, towards him.

“Your tie is crooked Mr. Wayne,” you smile, fixing his tie.

He hums in response, placing his hands delicately on your waist. “What would I do without you?” Bruce asked softly.

You smile back at him, placing a reassuring kiss on his cheek.

During the gala, Bruce pulled you to him on the dance floor. “Dance with me?” He gently asked.

You nodded in agreement and placed your hand in his. Bruce placed a hand on your waist and connected your other hand. The classical music surrounding the dance floor, enveloped you both completely.

Your head rested on his shoulder and he looked down at you with such content and happiness. “I love you,” Bruce whispered.

Bruce had never shared this information before now. He’d thought it obviously, how could he not love you — be in love with you.

You looked up at him, your beautiful eyes staring back at his. “I love you too Bruce,” you replied.

It was simple and sweet. Bruce and you deserved a quiet night in each others company.

Bruce leaned forward to kiss you. Returning the kiss you moved your arms to wrap around his neck. He pulled you close.

From across the ballroom, a photographer snapped a picture. You two looked like Gotham’s happiest couple. Bruce had found the woman of his dreams and his home.

“You’re my wildest dreams,” Bruce said softly, rubbing his nose against your own. “I’m never letting you go.”

“Good,” you smiled contently.

#bale!bruce wayne x fem!reader #bale!bruce wayne #bale!bruce wayne x reader #chrisitan bale batman #Batman #batman x fem!reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #the dark night x reader #the dark knight trilogy #the dark knight #dc comics #christian bale fluff #christian bale x reader

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snowyshadow · 2 years

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@mementojuicebox Mate, i pointed that i don’t like the words that were used. And i know what excommunication is too well.

I just find this old rite way too cruel. I leave the judgement in hands of those ones that are responsible to do this. Because Church allowed them to judge in these cases.

But the rest of us i think should be rather full of mercy. I think it simply sad that we lost another lamb.

#also another trad blocked me for disagree xD #but welp #it seems for them theres only one true opinion and it theirs bruh #catholism #chrisitans

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pulisicsgirl · 11 months

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the mixup - mason mount

summary: a small error exposes Y/N and Mason's secret to the one person they were hoping to hide from

pairing: Mason Mount x Pulisic!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings/tags: fluff, secret relationship, that's it I guess???

requested: yes!! here

notes: Back with another request! I hope I did this one justice! Also for the sake of this fic, please just pretend with me that we won the last match of the season and that the season itself wasn't just a total disaster

The warm morning sunshine illuminated the room in a soft orange glow as it broke through the space between the curtains. You had woken up before Mason, giving you time to admire his sleeping form before he, too, was awake.

With one of his arms still draped over your waist, you lay facing him and traced his soft features with the tip of your finger. His eyebrows that furrowed slightly when you first touched his face. The bridge of his nose that always seemed to be slightly red. His soft, plump lips that were slightly parted as he breathed. The scattering of facial hair that was growing across his jaw. You rested your hand carefully on his cheek, stroking your thumb over his warm skin.

Mason’s eyes began to flutter open, and you leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the very tip of his nose, wanting to bring some peace to the start of his morning. He blinked his eyes open, squinting against the light in the room and a small smile curved the edges of his mouth as he took the sight of you in.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he mumbled, eyes slipping closed again as you felt his arm wrap more tightly around your body, pulling you so that your chest was flush against his. He tucked his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, kissing your skin softly.

“Good morning,” you giggled in return. His hand slipped under the large t-shirt that you had slept in, fingers tracing slow patterns over the bare skin of your back.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, drinking in the comfort of being in one another’s presence in such a peaceful moment. His face was still tucked into your neck as you scratched the top of his head slowly. You would have assumed he fell back asleep if it weren’t for the gentle pecks he placed along your shoulder every few seconds.

“Just want to stay like this forever,” Mason mumbled into your skin, sensing that it was almost time for his alarm to go off, signaling that it was time for him to get out of bed.

“Me, too, Mase,” you whispered.

Mason pulled his head back so he could look at you properly. “I take it by the fact that he hasn’t punched me that you still haven’t talked to Christian yet?”

Your heart sank slightly at the mention of your older brother. You knew it was only a matter of time before Mason questioned you about this again.

“I’m sorry, Mase.” Your fallen expression gave Mason his answer, and he felt guilty for ruining the peaceful atmosphere of the morning. “I’m going to. I really am. I just haven’t been able to find the right time. I want to make sure he knows I’m really serious about this and I don’t want to just do it in the middle of-“

Mason cut you off with a gentle kiss pressed to your lips that lingered for a moment before he dropped his head back on the pillow, staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, okay? I know this conversation is really important to you and I understand wanting to take your time with it.” You smiled in relief at his words. “I just know this is weighing on you, and I don’t want you to suffer for longer than you need to.”

“I’m just a little nervous about it, is all,” you mumbled, tracing patterns and shapes over his collarbones and bare chest with your finger so that you could focus on something other than his eyes, which seemed to pierce through you and read your innermost thoughts. “I don’t really think he’ll be upset, but… I don’t want to mess up your relationship with him, or mine for that matter.”

“It’ll all work out, love,” Mason reassured you. He took the hand that was tracing his chest in his own, sensing that you were using it to put a defensive barrier between the two of you, and raised it to his lips, placing a kiss to your palm. “It may take him some time to come around to the idea once you speak with him, but I know Christian: he’s a level-headed guy, and he’s not going to be rash about it.”

You nodded, knowing he was right.

“And the offer to go with you to talk to him still stands,” he added with a quick peck to your nose.

You smiled at his caring words, but this felt like something you needed to do on your own.

You and Christian were close—always had been, too. Being only a year and a half younger than he was, you had a tight bond throughout your childhood. When he had left for Germany as a teen to pursue his passion for soccer, it had crushed you. After his move to Chelsea, you enrolled in a study abroad program through your university that allowed you to live in London for your final year of school. Once you had graduated, with almost nothing tying you to the States, you made the move permanent. Christian was one of your closest friends—your rock, your confidant.

So when you and Mason realized that you had taken a liking to each other, you wanted to be sure that it was serious before involving Christian. Mason had respected your wishes, agreeing to keep the whole ordeal completely private until you were ready to talk to your brother.

But now, you had psyched yourself out about the conversation for so long that it felt like an impossible task. You knew you needed to do it soon before he found out some other way, but it never felt like the moment was right.

Mason’s phone alarm rang out through the room, pulling you out of your swirling thoughts. You watched as he silenced the alarm, rolling back over with a slight pout on his lips as he pulled you close one last time.

“What if we just never moved from here?” he asked, burying his face in your shoulder.

You giggled and pushed him away slightly, the short hairs of his bear tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. “You need to get up. They need you today.”

“Yeah, yeah. Life is tough being the starboy of Chelsea and all,” he rolled his eyes playfully. His face broke out into a mischievous grin, squinty eyes and crinkled nose and all, when you smacked his arm.

“Oh, shut up, you.” You pushed him toward the edge of the bed, and he reluctantly swung his legs over the side, standing so that he could go prepare for the day.

Today was the final match of the season and, seeing as it was at Stamford Bridge, Christian had already asked you to be there. You, of course, agreed since you did your best to make it to as many home games as you could. But ever since your relationship with Mason had begun, it was an added struggle not to run up to him to congratulate him after a match, trying your best to keep up appearances in front of your brother, the team, and the rest of the crowd in the stadium.

You watched Mason move around the bedroom, going through his matchday routine of getting ready, and it wasn’t long before he was ready to walk out the door. He approached your side of the bed, leaning down to kiss you gently before whispering a quick goodbye and leaving. He had to be at the stadium early to warm up (and the two of you couldn’t arrive together anyway) so you’d be following after him in a couple of hours to make it there just before kickoff.

Already feeling sleepy as soon as Mason walked out the door, you rolled over onto Mason’s side of the bed, finding comfort in the warmth he had left behind and the faint traces of his scent on his pillow. You slipped back into a peaceful sleep, enjoying the extra time you had to rest.

When you awoke, it wasn’t to the sound of an alarm, which immediately raised a red flag in your mind. You grabbed your phone from where it was charging on your bedside table, instantly realizing you hadn’t set your own alarms the night before and now had barely enough time to get ready and make it to the stadium before the match began.

You sprung out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to brush your teeth and make yourself look presentable. You rushed over to your dresser, slipping on a pair of jeans and shuffling through the folded t-shirts in your drawer to find your Chelsea jersey, but to no avail. You moved quickly to the closet, thinking maybe you had hung it up. Sorting through your hanging clothes, you still didn’t see it.

Of course, on the morning I wake up late, I can’t find this stupid jersey.

You ran your fingers through your hair in exasperation, other hand resting on your hip as you turned, slowly scanning the room. Finally, crumpled on the floor in the corner of the closet, you saw it—the royal blue jersey.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly grabbed the jersey, slipping it over your head before putting on your shoes, picking up your jacket, and rushing out the front door.

After the whistle blew, signaling the end of the 90 minutes, Chelsea had come out on top. After the players had made their way around the pitch, clapping to the fans in appreciation, the players’ families made their way onto the field to take part in the celebrations. Cameras were everywhere, capturing the smiling faces of the boys and their loved ones. Awards were being handed to prominent players of the season. Hugs were being exchanged. Morale was high.

You maneuvered your way through the crowd of people, greeting a couple of the boys that you were better acquainted with and offering your congratulations as you passed.

As you searched through the mass of faces, some familiar, some unfamiliar, you spotted Mason talking with this family. He was leaning down pressing his face in close to his niece, who was sitting comfortably in her mother’s arms. The sight of Mason pressing his nose lovingly into the little girl’s cheek warmed your heart.

As he straightened up, he spotted you, catching your eye briefly before you tore yourself away from his gaze in the hope of not drawing any suspicion. You fought the smile that threatened to curve the corner of your lips upward, dropping your head to look at the ground as you tried to compose yourself.

Mason’s hands were tucked politely behind his back as he continued talking to his mother and sister. As you passed behind him, you very quickly grabbed his fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze to communicate all of the things you wanted to say to him in that moment but couldn’t. Without looking back, you continued walking across the pitch in search of your brother. You desperately hoped that no one had seen your subtle gesture, but your need to have some sort of contact with Mason seemed to make the risk worth it.

As you walked, the hot sun bearing down on you through the open roof of the stadium, you grew too warm for your liking. You shrugged the jacket from your shoulders, draping it over your arm as you continued walking.

Finally, you spotted Christian, conversing with a couple of his teammates not far from where you were standing. You sped up, jogging the rest of the way to his side. As he saw you approaching, he opened his arms, taking a couple of steps toward you as you nearly tackled him in a hug. You threw your arms around his neck and his were wrapped around your middle, hugging you tightly.

“You were amazing out there!” you exclaimed, squeezing your arms just a little bit tighter before releasing him and taking a step back from him. “I’m so proud of you, Christian.”

You beamed at him, and he shot back a quiet smile, dropping his eyes to the ground as he muttered a shy, “thank you,” in reply.

“I know Mom and Dad would be too if they could’ve been here,” you smile turned slightly sad as you both thought of your parents who you had missed dearly. The two of you were travelling back to the states in the coming weeks and would hopefully get to visit with them before too long.

Before Christian could reply, Reece’s cheerful voice rang out from behind you. “Oooh, how does Christian feel about you wearing someone else’s jersey?”

You furrowed your brow, turning your head so you could look at him as he slung his arm over your shoulder. “What are you talking about?” you asked him, and Christian shared your look of confusion.

“Last I checked, Christian’s number is ’10,’ not ‘19’.” Reece spared a quick glance at your back again to confirm what he had seen previously.

The realization passed over you like ice water that had been poured over your head, a chill running through your body despite the warmth of the sunshine.

Christian took a step forward, turning you firmly by your shoulders to look at the back of the jersey that you were wearing, and you knew there was nothing you could do to stop him now.

“Y/N, are you two…” Christian trailed off as you felt his hands drop from your shoulders.

Still facing away from Christian, you met Reece’s gaze, a slight grimace of apology on his face as he pieced things together.

Well, you had hoped to ease Christian into it, but now you were just going to have to rip the metaphorical band-aid off.

You spun around, grabbing Christian by the wrist and pulling him the direction of the tunnel, hoping to find a slightly more private area to have this conversation.

As you pushed through the crowd of people, you brushed past Mason without sparing him so much of a glance. He turned as he felt you pass behind him. A gentle smile spread over his face, seeing his number 19 with ‘MOUNT’ curved across your shoulders, his heart swelling with pride.

But then the realization washed over him too, and his face dropped as he saw you dragging Christian along behind you. Surely, he had seen the jersey and the two of you were busted.

You finally let go of Christian’s arm after you had taken several steps into the seclusion of the tunnel. Slowly, you turned to him, your eyes glued to your feet as you crossed your arms in front of you as a sort of defense mechanism.

A moment of silence passed, and you spared a glance up at Christian. He was watching you expectantly, never one to be uncomfortable with silence. He gestured for you to speak first.

“Chris, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you myself, but it never seemed to be the right time.” you started, looking immediately back to your feet as his piercing gaze made you uncomfortable. “I must have accidentally grabbed the wrong jersey this morning.”

You thought back to your frantic search only a few hours earlier, realizing it must have been an old jersey that Mason had changed out of the night before, tossing it carelessly on the closet floor. You couldn’t blame him for the predicament you were in however; there was no way he could have known this would be the result.

The lack of response from Christian began to make you nervous, and you began to shift back and forth on your feet.

“How long?”

You looked up to Christian’s face, and there was no sign of the anger you had nervously expected.

“W-What?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

The question caught you off-guard. “Um… the last four months or so. Officially for the last three.”

Christian only nodded in response.

“You’re not mad?”

He just shook his head with a small smile. “No, I just wish you had talked to me about it before I had to see his number on your back instead of mine.”

“I know. I really was planning to, but we’ve both been so busy recently, and it didn’t feel like something I should just mention in passing conversation.” You returned his smile, already feeling slightly more at ease at his calm reaction to the news. “I wanted to be sure this was really serious before we told anyone—especially you, since I knew it might be weird for you.

Christian shook his head at you again. “No, I don’t think it’ll be weird. Mason is a good guy, and if you were gonna date any of my teammates, I would want it to be him.” Your eyes stung slightly with misty tears at Christian’s praise of your boyfriend. It meant the world to you that the two of you had Christian’s blessing.

“Plus, I had pretty much already figured it out,” he stated matter-of-factly with a small shrug.

Your mouth fell open at his words. “Are you serious?”

“I mean, I knew something was going on, but I didn’t know how serious you were.” He laughed at your reaction.

“How did you know?”

“You guys were always busy at the same time when I wanted to hang out, and you’d always give super vague excuses.” You rubbed your hand over your face in embarrassment. “And Mason has always looked at you with this sort of… admiration that he never had toward anyone else. Once you started looking at him the same way I knew something was up.”

You gave Christian a sheepish smile. “I really am sorry you found out this way.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy for you, Y/N.” You stepped toward him, and he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You felt the weight of the secret you had been keeping for the last couple of months lift off your shoulders. You hated keeping anything from Christian, as you had always told each other everything growing up, but you had felt it was for the best.

Christian finally pulled away from the hug, smiling down at you.

Just as the two of you were about to turn to walk back out to the pitch, Mason entered the tunnel, jogging up to you both.

“Christian, it was completely my idea to keep it a secret. Please don’t be mad at her,” he panted, slightly out of breath, eyes wide as he glanced back and forth between the two of you.

You placed your hand on Mason’s bicep in a reassuring touch, his eyes finally settling on you. “It’s okay. I explained everything to him and… we’re good.” Christian nodded to confirm what you had said.

“Oh, good,” Mason said quietly, and he let out a soft breath—almost a sigh of relief. “Good, good,” he repeated, still trying to rid himself of the nerves.

Christian extended his hand to Mason as a sort of peace offering. “You take care of her, okay?”

Mason nodded, clasping Christian’s hand and pulling him into a hug, patting one another on the back with their free hands.

“And if you ever pull any funny business, I will not hesitate to lay you out,” Christian added as they stepped back from the hug, releasing each other’s hands. “But you already know that.”

Mason gave a short, uneasy laugh at Christian’s not-so-subtle threat, but knew he truly had nothing to worry about. Not because he didn’t trust that Christian would protect you until his dying breath, but because, as he gazed over at you, Mason knew that he would, too. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you—he was head-over-heels, and he already knew that.

The three of you walked down the tunnel, back toward the pitch to rejoin the crowd of players and loved ones. As you approached the opening, you extended a hand toward Mason, inviting him to interlock his fingers with yours.

Now that Christian knew, you figured it was time that everyone else did, too.

Mason took your arm in his hand instead, pulling your body into him as he wrapped his arm around your middle. He kissed your temple softly, leaning down to mumble into your ear.

“I’d love to get a picture with you, if that’s okay. Wearing my jersey and all.” He allowed his heart to swell with pride again at the sight of you with his name across your back now that the former crisis had been resolved.

You gazed up at him and saw him beaming with contentment. “Of course, Mase,” you spoke softly, returning his smile. “But first, I need to go find Reece and tell him what a twat he is.”

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tradwifesblog · 1 year

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Trad Husbands

Traditional Husbands also have a huge part to play in a traditional marriage, although it’s not acknowledged by many of traditional individuals. So here’s a small list of the traditional husbands duties :

Make your wife feel protected, whether she’s with you or not.

Do the heavy lifting and fixing jobs around the house for your wife.

Always greet your wife with a kiss

Set an example to your daughter/s what a boyfriend should be like, and your sons how they should treat women.

Always bring gifts back from long work trips to show your loyalty and appreciation.

Make sure to remind your wife that you love her by taking her on dates, saying “i love you” frequently and holding her when she needs it.

Cater to her emotional and physical needs, like she does for you.

Give her days or time off, especially during pregnancy, birthdays and holidays in general.

This relationship is a balance, she looks good for you so make sure you’re hygienic and groomed for her.

Assure her consistently that she and her kids are completely provided for and protected as long as you live.

Support her in everything she does.

Women are a lot more emotional then their male counterparts so approach arguments and conflicts with caution and care.

Make sure you understand her boundaries and what she considers wrong etc, otherwise you’ll run into many arguments ( and obviously abide by these boundaries ).

Never talk badly to others about your wife. Even to your own parents and children.

This list isn’t all the duties of a traditional working husband, just a small guide. Although men and women aren’t equals, within a relationship it’s a balance. We have to work toward that balance by showing we have equal yet opposing duties.

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eternal-echoes · 7 months

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Please pray for me, I got my Master thesis defense on Wednesday, Oct. 25 12pm PST over zoom meeting.

I'm soo scared!

Update: I passed! Thank you for all your prayers!

#Catholic #Chrisitan #prayer request

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sailforvalinor · 29 days

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My already great respect for my father went up tenfold today when he started his sermon with “Before we get started this morning, we have to address the elephant in the room: the eclipse. What is it? What does it mean? I’m gonna tell you two things: first, it’s the moon moving in front of the sun, and second, a wicked and perverse generation seeks a sign. RELAX!”

#HONESTLY the amount of ‘Christian’ fearmongering I’ve seen on instagram is ridiculous #YOU’RE MAKING US LOOK BAD #chrisitanity

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grox-empire · 2 months

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Having way too much fun with the daybreak TBOI au

YK sometimes I feel like when I put shit in the Spore tag people aren't going to be able to tell it's Spore-related at all. So preemptively this is a Spore oc.

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remuslovebot · 1 month

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“You’re Batman and that’s wonderful. But I love Bruce Wayne more.”

You look into Bruce’s eyes pleadingly, your hands on his chest. You knew Gotham needed Batman but you needed Bruce and he wasn’t here.

Bruce looked down at you intensely. He didn’t want to lose you but he had to protect you. It was bad enough you knew about Batman. If any one of his enemies found out who he actually was, you would be a target. You were Bruce Wayne’s and Batman’s weakness.

He couldn’t stand to loose you.

Bruce whispered your name, “I need to protect Gotham. My city needs me.”

“I need you Bruce,” you said, eyes filling with small tears. “Tell me you need me too.”

Of course he needed you, Bruce thought. But in order to keep you safe and out of harms way he stayed silent.

You played with his tie slightly and looked down at the ground. A teardrop fell to the ground.

“I can’t lie to you. So I’m not going to say anything at all.” He said, his voice just above a whisper.

You looked up at him, “If you don’t say anything I’m going to walk away.” You said.

Bruce didn’t say anything. He was fighting the urge to pull you to him, hold you close and kiss you. But it wasn’t safe to be around him.

You nodded then and let you of your hands on his chest. “Goodbye Bruce.”

You turned around and walked away. Bruce watched you walk away from him and hoped you would find someone who could give you what you wanted. He wanted to give you those things. But Gotham needed him.

#bale!bruce wayne x fem!reader #bale!bruce wayne #bale!batman x reader #christian bale fluff #christian bale x reader #chrisitan bale batman #the dark night x reader #the dark knight trilogy #the dark knight #christian bale smut #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #batman x reader

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cryptids-stories · 1 year

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Does anyone else have the Christian writer experience of noticing there are a lot more underlying biblical themes in your story than you realized

#like #I absolutely do have very intentional biblical themes in my own writing #but sometimes I’ll see stuff and be like ‘oh would you look at that’#idk why it surprises me ahdbsks #girl you are a christian. of course there’s gonna be chrisitan themes #cryptid rambles

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