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tom4jc · 11 months
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Psalm 93:4 God Is Mightier
The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, than the mighty waves of the sea. Psalm 93:4 Water is a very powerful force in this world. Given enough water it can take out large buildings, wipe out roads and cause a lot of damage during a flood. Along with the power of the waves of water, there is also a large, thundering noise caused from the waves crashing into the shoreline as…
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ivymarquis · 5 months
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I had a thot(tm) and can’t decide if I want her to just sleep with Price or make it a team effort and have the whole 141 involved
“What would you do if you found out I cheated on you?” Her (unbeknownst to either of them) soon-to-be ex boyfriend asks.
She blinks, already deciding she doesn’t particularly like this question.
“I dunno. Probably fuck your chain of command.” If he was stupid enough to try and get his lick in, she would get hers back.
But he isn’t a stupid man, and she is content that this is just a random question in the same vein as asking him if he’d love her if she was a worm.
It’s a smartass answer to what she foolishly assumes is a tongue-in-cheek question. Who the fuck asks something like that and is serious about it?
Much like she doesn’t like the question, he does not like the answer.
Rather than rolling with it like she did, his reaction is immediate. “Is that really fucking necessary? Glad to know I’m with a class act.” The question snaps harshly at her.
Hm. Well, things have been too peaceful for too long lately, haven’t they? She supposes they’re overdue for a blow up.
There’s a part of her that realizes it’s not good that she’s so ambivalent about this. She should care, in some direction, that her boyfriend is blowing up at her. She should either be pissed beyond all belief that he’s mad about a situation he fabricated, or be sad that he’s mad at her. Something.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” is all she says before standing up. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed,” I’m not dealing with your shit tonight is the part she doesn’t say out loud.
“Fuck you, I don’t have to deal with this.” He snaps at her, jerking to his feet and hurrying out the door.
Why the fuck does she deal with him, again?
Really she shouldn’t be surprised when a few days later she finds an open condom wrapper mixed in with the laundry. Which, considering she hasn’t slept with him in over a week, pretty much solidifies that he’s a cheating prick.
Okay. Fine. He can’t say she didn’t warn him.
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moeblob · 3 months
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"What's cookin', good lookin'?"
AKA I love how unhinged both Alfred and Bunet are and I want to study their brains.
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ustalochka · 2 months
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nicolascageisagoth · 8 months
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Dave Gahan in a shop, Kyoto, Japan, April 1985 ⛓️ Some Great Reward tour
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themadknightuniverse · 9 months
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Thighs
[ Sr Ávila content by @lalo-tellmeagain ]
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spro-o · 2 months
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heyyyy,,, how y’all doin??
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dnangelic · 9 days
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the hollow nonviolence but nevertheless heavily palpable longing and empty vastness of daisuke's heart. post
#*・゚⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.#full sincerity i do not mean this in an edgy oooh my cute moeblob's darkness(tm) his hidden evil side way#because this is dark's loneliness too. this is dark's wanting TOO#but dark's is daisuke's is dark's is daisuke's and they're both#the epitome of leroux's erik's description + christine's waved away loneliness too#a heart that could hold the entire empire of the world but has to content itself with a cellar#a child who's never taken seriously or properly respected despite his stubborn independent streak#or even the canon quote itself- it's enormous but empty. completely vacant. dark. there's nothing but a black pillar (themselves)#and 'nothing to satisfy someone-' i knoooow dai looks the way he does but oh my gooooodh -drags my hands down my face-#he's restless he's restless it's not blood guts violence edgy that his emptiness brings him#it's the heart of a thief someone who STEALS which is also why i abstain from too much hunger metaphor#because they DON'T want to devour they don't want to chew and swallow they want to KEEP!!!#they want to shelter and house and have something anything someone anyone they want to take care of it#BUT THE CURSE!!!!#what they do eat of is their own sin and fall; the apple. the fairy tale candy. the fairy table feast. the pomegranate#and once daisuke starts there's NOTHING left for him except to become the devil even if he's the innocent cherub!!#HE CAN'T RESIST THOSE TEMPTATIONS he can't resist the demands of his desires compassionate or not!!!#anyways i got sidetracked but i just think muses who ever see daisuke's heart#is it gentle? yes. is it warm? no. but it's a chill that makes a shared fireplace or someone's touch and blood warmer#it's lonely it's heavy it's grandiose and noble there are rooms waiting for you to walk in and spread light#candlelight starlight azumano's mock-gaslit lanterns!!!#everybody looks up 2 a rebel but nobody knows how isolating it is not just for dark as sb who decided to betray#and was therefore cast out alone left to bear enormous immense burdens all by himself ostracized and wounded#but for daisuke too caught in the shadow of dark's wings#u kno? ok. thats all
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boxwinebaddie · 1 month
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so i was talking to rp ( aka the nina special, suprise, surprise, except i Was actually surprised bc we didn’t have our big deranged late nite talk — i’m clingy — and i thought she was mad at me but she was just writing this beautiful tbfw whumpshot w/ stormscared kitekyle )
but anyways i was dming my e-wife and we were talking abt raven x crimson dawn covering mcr songs and i just want y’all to know that raven totally wears all the lil slutty emo boy halloween costumes like gerard way did on tour omg there’s 100% a tool shed & a marshwalker one
annnnd i am canonizing the tiny sexc candy striper nurses outfit ;) because i want to see stan w/ his thigh tattoo out and the tiny coffin shaped clipboard and the death-o-scope giving jersey an extra af punk rock check up, administering 40 ccs of getting passionately kissed on the lips and then given a tiny cherry lollipop <333
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mxtchbyx · 13 days
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Romance Club
While trying to change phones I overwrote my progress and now my account is reset. I have tried several times to get help from the support function on the app but receive no response. I'm fucking gutted.
I had a 400+ day login streak but what's more is the financial investment in diamond choices and finished stories that is now just... gone...
I know its just a game but to have to restart all these stories ive already finished... I'm just sad about this.
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lucky-clover-gazette · 4 months
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“i love my dead gay son” feels like more of an honest and genuinely loving, while humorous, tribute to queerness than entirety of “the prom” musical
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veunho · 2 months
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I live for authors doing this shit
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ustalochka · 2 months
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wip: 'til the waves wash away our sins
SCENE: the night of sirius' birth. this is a snippet from the last handful of paragraphs which make up the first part of chapter 1: tangled webs and fraying threads. || CHARACTER STUDY: The Black Family. Pollux Black. Walburga Black. Sirius Black.
He straightens up and buttons his cuffs as he moves away from the place he’s taken by his daughter’s bedside. “Let your son bring about this family’s future. He’s already done well so far. He has your traits and is to stand as a man. He’ll be far more than Cygnus or the failure that’s Alphard, will ever be,” Pollux leans down to press a kiss on her daughter’s forehead but not without feeling her flinch. Ignoring this, he then, with his finger, draws a line from his grandson’s wrinkled brows down to his nose, smiling at the relief of finally having someone left to lead in his inevitable passing. 
As he moves for the door, he takes one last look at the mother and son laying on the bed before truly walking away. He wills Walburga to do what she needs to do, as she always has. Sirius will be raised under her guidance and he’ll be all that’s missing from unobstructed power in the Black name. 
Blood will out. 
There is much to treasure and look forward to, if Walburga ever deigns to look beyond her naive selfishness. He raised all of his children fully meaning for them to take what they wanted. There is no, “no” when it comes to the Black children. It’s a simple matter of knowing their birthright. Power means the right to stand as they are: the Blacks have been around since the ravens first learned to sing the song of death. Now, he thinks, as he looks at Walburga and sees her simmering hatred — maybe he should've thought better. Been more careful around her as she now wants too much. Trapped in the prison of her own unfulfilled ambitions.
I can't seem to stop writing about the Black Family (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠). Here, have some more. Also, if you enjoyed this, please consider giving me a reblog! It's a great source of motivation~
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Me making plans: heehee hoohoo this is gonna be so great
Me having to do said plans: oh no
Me canceling plans: hehe hoho thank god I canceled
Me with nothing to do: oh no
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sinsmockingbird · 9 months
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Really just want to be held by someone right now...
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