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Join us for Church Artist: Maranatha Singers album The Silver Anniversary Project As we Gather   As we gather may Your Spirit work within usAs we gather may we glorify Your NameKnowing well that as our hearts begin to worshipWe’ll be blessed because we cameWe’ll be blessed because we came The steadfast love of the Lord never ceasesHis mercies never come to an endThey are new every morning,…

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Wednesday Worship - The Holy Spirit

Wednesday Worship – The Holy Spirit

Hello A new Wednesday Worship video is here for June 2022, focusing on the work of the Holy Spirit. Service sheet: Wednesday Worship June 2022 (Holy Spirit) Take care Mel

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I wanna try something else this year. This time something I've wanted to do since before I joined Tumblr.

Heads Up: This post is explicitly Christian in nature, and the following reflects my belief as such. If that sounds like something you'd rather skip, feel free!

And if you disagree with my beliefs, that's fine too, but I'm not up to arguing. So please don't get on my case. I reserve the right to block as I see fit. That doesn't mean I'll automatically do it, but just know that it's a possibility! (Look, I'm just nervous and trying to cover my butt. X3)

I kinda want to try posting more Christian stuff--after all, I am a follower of Christ, and I never meant for that to be a hidden fact about myself. Before anyone asks, no, I'm not gonna hate on or condemn anyone, or push anyone to believe as I do because of it! That's not my job. My job is to be the Lord's loving hand to people. You all do you, and let me do me, and I'll do my best to do it in love! (However, I am human, and may mess up sometimes, as we all do.) It's intimidating to post Christian stuff publicly, not so much for fear of people getting at me, but because I feel inept at it, for a few different reasons. I guess my fear isn't the haters, but the ones who want to know more. X3

But I wasn't meant to just stay silent.

I want to live in love, but I also want to make known Who that love comes from.

Anyway, I've had this idea to do a "Worship Wednesday", where I post a Contemporary Christian song every Wednesday (or just as often as I can) and talk about what stands out about them to me.

And the reason I felt like finally going through with it is, I heard this song yesterday, and I feel called to share it.

Don't Stop Praying--Matthew West

I myself have, sadly, fallen out of the habit of praying, and I feel like this song was the kick in the pants I need to get back into it. To know that I have an All Powerful God of Love listening to my concerns and worries... I like to think it takes a load off. Usually. But like I said, I've not been praying so much lately, and I feel it may have taken a toll on me. My worries have become a burden on my mind; a burden that the Lord would willingly take from me.

I know my Lord will hear me. And for what it's worth, I know He'll hear you too. <3

When Fig meet Ankarna I started weeping at the exact moment they showed the art of her for the first time.

Made by @onyx-colony

...you were my queen

Gwendoline Christie with her Fendi Peekaboo

Stoner!Garreth Weasley x F!You

"Everyday Is Kind of the Same~"

Short Drabble

Spicy | Weed | Drug Use | Forced High (Consensual) | Body Worship | Aged up 18+

🔞 MDNI

Garreth took a long drag of his joint and looked over at you. With his arm around your waist, he pulled you towards him. He blew a lungful of smoke in your face and grinned.

You breathed in what you could with a deep inhalation.

His brows perked up. "Want some?" He leaned in to ask, stealing a quick kiss. 

He'd been smoking for a while before you'd even gotten there baring gifts of his favorite snacks. His tolerance was much higher than yours since you didn't partake much in his iliicit hobby. Even if he'd been smoking a while, you could easily surpass him. You were used to the affection phrase 'light-weight' from him.

"Sure, yeah!" You smiled, snuggling closer to your boyfriend.

He grinned wider, eyes already half-lidded. "I'm going to shotgun it to you, okay?"

You nod and angle yourself accordingly. This was his favorite way to get you high. He seemed to enjoy the idea immensely, always offering to shotgun, or share, the smoke in his lung with you. It may have been the control, or the hint of possessiveness the act construed. Either way, you were happy to partake and sink into euphoria with him.

Garreth takes a rather long drag, the tip of the joint glowing before he pulls you into a kiss, hands firmly grasping your chin.

"Ready?" He asks, holding the smoke in his lungs. His fingers held your head at the perfect angle to take his smoke.

"Yeah," You say, blowing out all your air to prepare.

In the kiss, you see the smoke start to billow out of your mouth so you inhale deeply. Garreth holds your face tight as he exhales past your lips.

His tongue darts into your mouth when he's done, kissing you lazily. You finally exhale the smoke you shared and return the kiss in kind. He hums on your lips and sighs in satisfaction.

"Atta girl. Another?" He asked breaking away from the kiss to place the joint between his lips again. His green eyes held your gaze as he waited for your answer.

You breathe fresh air while you can, nodding 'yes' before your boyfriend gives you a passionate kiss. He blows the smoke down your throat and you inhale as much as possible.

This time his kiss lingers, tongue seeking new things to explore. His hand slips up your shirt and rubs his thumb on your waist.

You place your hand on his face and smile "You're so soft..."

"Mm," He murmurs, taking another drag. "Feeling it already, light-weight?" He winked, lips quirking in a mischievous smile.

The floating feeling was definitely an indication and you agreed. "Ohh, yes."

"Again." Garreth kissed you, blowing smoke down your throat until you coughed. He rubbed your back apologetically and kissed the top of your head. When you kept coughing his brows pinched "Here, Babe. Drink some water." He handed you his cup and made sure you sipped it.

The water didn’t really seem to help, but the coughing did die down eventually.

He kissed your forehead then took a drag of the joint for himself as you caught your breath. You sniffed, blinking bleary eyes and looked over at him as he blew a large cloud towards the ceiling.

He caught your eye and looks at you with a heated gaze, taking another long drag. He playfully presses his fingers on your cheeks, squeezing your face, and forces your mouth open. 

"More?" He asks, holding the smoke in his lungs. There’s a mischievous glint in his droppy eyes. 

You nod. His lips crash into yours and you groan into the kiss with heightened senses. He forces the smoke from his lungs into your mouth.

You inhale with a dreamy smile "Mm, That's a lot." You say, a small giggle on your lips. You're definitely feeling the telltale signs of the high really starting to kick in. Time feels nonexistent and reality alters, then everything feels soft and airy. And-oh shit, he was blowing more smoke into your mouth again.

"I love seeing you so high," Garreth smiles resting his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. "You look so pretty dazed." His fingers mindlessly circle the skin above your knee.

Your hand squeezes his inner thigh a bit higher than you'd anticipated. Your eyes were heavy and a small smile tugged at your lips.

"You want me to touch you?" Your boyfriend asked, fingers trailing along your leg.

You nod 'yes' happily as his hand moves up your stomach and then cups your breast over your shirt. Garreth's lips move to your neck, kissing the most sensitive places to make you squirm. His lips were warm, pressing down over and over until you sighed.

Your hand moved higher on his thigh, making your boyfriend moan as you graze his hard-on. "Oh, Oops... Sorry."

"I just want to kiss you all over," Garreth whispers, lifting your shirt off and quickly removing your bra with one skillful pinch. "You don't have to lift a finger." He spoke softly as he eyed your newly exposed body.

His lips were here, there, everywhere. He devoured every inch of your breasts, focusing on your nipples a bit longer before moving to your stomach, licking around your navel. The sensations washed over you like a wave as you sunk deeper and deeper into the couch.

He tugged off your pants and panties, leaving you completely at his mercy. Garreth's mouth moved down to your thighs leaving hot kisses in his wake. He bit down and sucked lightly until you giggled in delight. Every touch and kiss radiated over your skin, warming you from the inside. His teeth drug along the skin of your thigh and your breath caught.

He moved down kissing your knee, all the way to your ankle. He switched to the other leg, licking his way up to your inner thigh. His little 'Hhms' and 'Mmms' were such a delight to your ears. The way he thoroughly enjoyed every part of you was such a rush.

He did as he said, kissing and licking every inch of your body as you relaxed back against the couch. The world was suspended around you as you focused just on his lips.

His mouth against your wrist, bicep, collarbone, ear, cheek, lips. It was too much all at once, but it felt incredible. He was either moving in slow motion or going lightning fast, you couldn't rightly tell anymore.

The haze in the room lingered as he worshiped your body with his kiss and tongue. He knelt on the ground in front of you, and pulled your legs apart, fingers digging into your skin. He gave you one last heated stare before looking down and taking a sharp inhale.

You gave in, succumbing to the pleasure as he finally settled his face between your legs. His hair tickled your thighs as his tongue delved into your most intimate places.

The song was uncalled for, but I had to 😂

The urge to write a 12k+ one shot (with some spice) of f!Reader x Larissa Weems is growing too strong

"so why do you ship wyler" bitch my favorite film maker is guillermo del toro i was doomed by the narrative from the beginning

Worship Wednesday #2 (2/14/2024)

THIS POST IS EXPLICITLY CHRISTIAN IN NATURE!!

You are more than free to skip it or block the #Christianity tag if that is something you're uncomfortable with.

I will not tolerate sarcastic and/or hateful comments, mean spirited wording, or jabs at my faith. Anyone who does as much will be blocked.

I had a different song in mind for today, one that's a little more "love" themed. But I heard this on my way home from work and changed my mind. I feel like this is one some people may need to hear.

No Matter What--Ryan Stevenson

I feel more inclined to let the song speak for itself this time, admittedly because I feel insecure about whatever I have to say. But I didn't want to chicken out of posting anything at all, so here ye be. ^^

On a more upbeat note, I realized that the Teeth of God tour starts just in time for northern-hemisphere Beltane and despite not being good at visual art yet, I'm going to do some smol paintings about it.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin Characters: Wednesday Addams, Tyler Galpin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season one episode six, Weyler Summer of Smut Kink Bingo | Tumblr: weylerwritingevents (Wednesday), Body Worship, Fluff and Smut, Cock Worship, Oral Sex, Unsafe Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Semi-Public Sex, Wakes & Funerals Series: Part 5 of Summer of Smut Kink Bingo 2023 Summary:

Mayor Walker's funeral was a somber affair for most involved. Wednesday, however, couldn't keep her eyes off Tyler. You see, she'd never seen Tyler in black before, and, if he was trying to seduce her, it was incredibly effective.

Words: 1,601 Chapters: 1/1

WIP Whenever~

Hello my friends <3 Been tagged by @thequeenofthewinter to participate in WIP Wednesday Wife Worship Wednesday! I never get to play this because Nyenna and Athis have... so, so many problems. But today we do, because Nyenna is dreaming. Having brain nonsense, really. But first, tags.

Let's go! Tagging the most esteemed @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @rhiannon1199, @snippetsrus, @orfeoarte, @inquisition-dragonborn, @the-storytellers-seer, @archangelsunited and @polypolymorph!

Below the cut, part of Chapter 28 from The World on Our Shoulders.

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She heard the wind before she felt the morning mist on her skin. Things were slowly greying, like a light after she’d hidden under her covers. The sun, maybe, though she couldn’t recall when last she’d seen it. It hid behind clouds, mimicking her own hesitation. She opened her eyes, not having realized they’d been closed before. Whatever this was, with how quickly the image changed, she was thrown off balance at best. But the mist — yes. This felt familiar. Something like Whiterun, out by the river. Yes. The tundra cotton. She could see it now. She could feel her hands and feet where they’d only been vague concepts before, and liminal ones at that. She sighed and flexed her fingers. She’d never seen Skyrim in the height of summer, but she’d always imagined it like this — warm, plenty of flowers. Even bees buzzing, working as if all was exactly as it had always been and not this odd dream-version of things. Nyenna turned her face to the sun, let herself bask in its warmth as if she was one of the scraggly trees which dotted the landscape. She reached her arms toward it, and a dusty blanket fell from her shoulders with a strange, muffled, heavy sound. “What are you doing?” came a voice. Familiar, but distant. Something ached in her chest at the sound. Athis. Gods, she missed him. Her heart hurt trying to decide if he was really here or if this was some cruel madness. Likely the latter. She turned anyway, her grey mage robes billowing in a warm breeze that cut across the plains. He was as beautiful as she remembered — all the stress gone from his eyes, none of the weariness held in his shoulders or jaw. The weariness she’d caused. “Waiting for you,” she felt herself saying, though this seemed like a lie. He accepted it easily. He ran a hand through his ginger hair, ebony mail gleaming in the summer sunlight. She closed the distance between them and crushed into his embrace, heedless of heavy layers of metal between them. He didn’t say anything, only shifted to hold her against his chest. He smelled of mead and snowberries, like he always did. The memory struck her like steel against steel. Like she’d only dreamt of leaving, and she would wake up any moment now, wrapped in his arms, skin against skin. “I waited so long,” Athis said, voice quiet and somber, incongruous with the life that thrummed through this place, like the cry of Nirnroot at the river’s edge. “I’m sorry. I was on my way back to you,” Nyenna said, and somehow, that too was a lie. She tried again, forcing the words from her throat, which still hurt. “I miss you.” “Do you?” Athis asked. Not sarcastic, nor accusatory. A question, which needed an answer. A real one. “Of course.” He accepted that, too, and kneaded the muscle of her shoulder blade as he held her. He’d looked off into the distance, eyes focused on the mountains or the clouds. Mist gathered on his beard, his armor; he seemed like a permanent fixture here, rooted deep into the soil, never to be cut down. And she loved him. The ache of it was tearing her apart. She’d do anything at all — anything — for this to be real. For this image to love her back. She looked at him and felt rootless. Unmoored. A scrap of parchment fluttering in an ethereal breeze, belonging nowhere and to no one. He took her face in his hands, expression still oddly distant, eyebrows knit in confusion. He kissed her and her eyes fluttered closed. This was was right. If she had to be lost in a dream, then she was glad it was one of Athis.

at one point, instead of writing, i collected memes (and a pic of an artwork) for my then-upcoming wyler fic. they've been sitting in my photo library, so i want to post them here before deleting them.

oh god, i think i'm falling chapter 2, out-of-context:

the fic:

chapter 1 memes here.

Gwendoline Christie attending a dinner in celebration to the opening of Schiaparelli at Harrods in London.