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sighed-the-snake · 17 days
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Aziraphale was such a little bastard (/affectionate) for giving Jim hot cocoa to drink when he knew his old boss's opinion on sullying the temple of his body with "gross matter."
He did the same thing with Muriel, offered them tea knowing what they probably thought of it and then amiably watched them to see what they would do with it.
He's gone rogue, people. He's corrupting Heaven one politely offered hot beverage at a time.
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madewithonerib · 10 months
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John 15:22 | If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not have been #guilty of sin, but now they have no excuse for their sin
That is why JESUS flipped tables HE was speaking out against all kinds of sins, sins of omission & sins of commission.
For #profit companies break the law & criticize Christians publicly I've worked at them & did not file human rights complaints against any of them. GOD knows they are doing it and HE will avenge at HIS return; but to go along w/ the way of the world is not how we are to conduct ourselves
Revelation 18:4 | I heard another voice from Heaven say: “Come out of her, MY people, so you will #not share in her sins or contract any of her plagues
When it comes to #sin, people who do it guzzle it & become drunk on it
Foam from the #rapid pouring out.
Psalm 75:8 | For a cup is in the hand of the LORD — full of foaming #wine mixed w/ spices. HE pours from HIS cup, and all the #wicked of the Earth
drink it down to the dregs.
But I will proclaim HIM forever; I will sing praise to the GOD of Jacob.
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housecow · 4 months
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Just curious what size cup are you?
no clue!! i’m somewhere past an M cup now 🥲
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Did you know?
For most of history, the most impenetrable fortress in the world was the Theodosian Walls of Constantinople, which held up for one thousand years. In 2022, this title was passed over to Yassine Bounou, Morocco's goalkeeper,
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ladychlo · 2 years
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sea-buns · 11 months
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Not to manifest but wouldn’t it be so fucked up if Deli lost his skald in this battle. In whatever form that may take. Karna could go down, having given every part of herself over to satiate the Hungry One. She’s run through on a blade of the FDA and slaughtered right in front of his eyes, condemned for her betrayal. Deli’s on his last legs and Karna sacrifices her life for his, rapidly rotting to sludge at his feet. The deep reddish-brown dripping through the gaps of his fingers.
It’s not like Karna would ever willingly part from him in life. Should she live, she’ll always be destined for greater things. But if those things kept him from her, I think she’d much rather give all she had left for him than live at all.
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spacebeyonce · 17 days
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I have tried to be strong and not cave to the urge to clean the kitchen but I might have to give in and clean that shit tomorrow. like it is so bad. and they're just letting it be bad.
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schumigrace · 3 months
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it is actually helping though I just logged on to a request from my boss that this time last month would have sent me into a complete breakdown but it feels totally manageable today
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statementlou · 7 months
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gonna cup my hand on louis' boobie
you are a lesbian louis lover mood as always, chase your dreams little butterfly
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fantastic-artemis · 6 months
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Look not every show is perfect and there are gonna be issues and you're allowed to have criticisms and to not like the direction the showrunners chose and even to feel betrayed by decisions regarding plot or characters etc etc etc but there's just something about having not one but TWO shows so lovingly crafted for queer fans after decades of hoping and wishing for EXACTLY these kinds of stories, fantasy stories that center queer narratives and queer joy, only for y'all to relentlessly COMPLAIN about this and that and barate the creators for not doing the right thing in your eyes. There's just something about it.
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pinkprimrose05 · 1 year
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Looking for Emotional Support before a blockbuster of science exams.
The Emotional Support:
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satellitesunset · 1 year
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one thing abt me is that I have never stopped loving anyone I've adored once in my life. it's like years have passed and I don't remember your face but I still remember what your favourite chapstick flavour used to be. your vanilla perfume still haunts my memory but I can't for the life of me replay the sound of your voice. I don't recall your name but I know how u got the scar on your left knee. I forgot how we met but I remember our last goodbye and I wish I knew it would have been our last before it was too late. we're no longer really friends but I still loop my 'g' the same way you wrote yours. I don't remember the last time I hugged you but I wished I lingered a little longer and hugged you a little tighter. It slipped my mind what the colour of your eyes is but I know that your smile was always warm and tender. I still love you and you'll never know but I hope you're ok.
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ask-jimmonday · 8 months
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hi Jim! out of curiosity, is there anything you like to collect?
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(ooc note: i think he does collect like whatever pens/pencils etc. he finds lying around the office, he just doesn't consider that a "real collection")
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sarahmaeschmidt · 9 months
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europeans: damn south americans play so dirty... they keep fouling each other... such savages smh #notrealfootball
european NTs the second they begin to lose:
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[ID: A figure in boxing gloves, assuming a fighting stance. End ID]
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walkedfire · 4 months
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classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary [pjo verse needs one of these]
capture the flag was over , the sun was already starting to set behind them . in the distance he could hear the sounds of victory , the giggling of the other campers as they went over the events of the day . others where less joyous , sulking in cabins or in the infirmary for their wounds .
buck's own wounds weren't terrible , he felt silly going to get checked out especially when the younger kids seemed to need it more . it became a thing , he realised . that unless it was an emergency the older kids stayed away from the infirmary . they've made it this far , what was one extra bruise , one more scar .
a hiss escaped him as he looked down to where gen was wrapping the cut on his leg . it was an accident really , the kid had felt terrible and buck had spent more time reassuring the newbie that he was fine than worry about the actual wound . shallow as it was he was prepared to just wash it out , let it heal itself like so many of his injuries magically did . but one look from gen had made any protests die in his throat .
they sat on the shoreline , the water gently lapping at the sand . it was still early enough in the year that it was pleasantly warm , still buck was craving the comfort of his cabin's warmth . "you know this is pointless, right?" he asked with a raise of an eyebrow . he stretched his other leg out , thankful he had been wearing shorts at the time instead of longer trousers . "it'll be gone by tomorrow," as much as he protested there was something comforting about being looked after .
his cabin was empty , there had been another for a couple years but now it was just him by himself . the minor gods weren't as shameless as the other gods . he didn't have a cabin full of half siblings taking up room . gen was similar in that aspect , perhaps a reason why they got along so well . their cabins where empty ; their homes even more so .
he nudged her with his knee , mindful not to disturb their work . "you coming to the bonfire later?" buck asked , in what he hoped was a casual manner . the bonfire was a more recent addition to camp activities . a way for the older campers to celebrate their victories without having to worry about younger ears . he knew the rumours , about stolen food and forbidden ambrosia . it was mostly a quiet event , a way for older campers to talk about strategy , about their lives . there was an understanding at the bonfires ; we'll be gone soon , too old to stay at camp . it was a way for them all to be close , knowing that their time was coming to an end .
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