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fuyuko34 · 2 months
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Day 1 of Ramadan:
Woke up a half hour before the dawn and missed 2 prayers 😮‍💨
was still able to get something in my stomach so hopefully I make it til sundown.
***it's my first time doing Ramadan, and I wanted to try to find something that might bring me closer to God as I'm no longer a religious person. I've been trying for the first 20 years of my life, but the only thing that brought me back was religious guilt and fear mongering. I've read my Bible, prayed, went to church, but it didn't work. So I gave up for 8 years just being me w/o Jesus. But once again I'm feeling like I didn't do enough to be a "Good Christian" so I'll try this and hope for the best.***
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kitkat1128 · 1 year
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Things I’ve Learned During my SNS Fast
(Hello, everyone! The reason I have been inactive is because the Lord guided me to have a SNS fast for 40 days. It was one of the most quietest, nervous, yet relieving days I’ve ever had.
I had no social expectations, no connection to the world. I was living almost off the grid socially. With that, I had more time to read my Bible instead! It was like stressful and more meaningful. It was a wonderful experience that maybe I want to do again to keep myself in check. Maybe for even longer 😳
Either way, in case you have been thinking of fasting, it CAN be something other than food. The Lord would want you to restrict you from feeding your flesh in different ways. Just pray. And don’t be so hasty to want an answer. He is listening. He knows you more than anyone, if He is speaking to you He would let you know.
Again, pray and continue in communication with the Lord! That is the great privilege given to us by Jesus Christ 🥰 )
1. I have been thinking that God will answer like a Google search. He will always reveal the answer immediately or in just a few days. Sometimes He does but I’ve become too impatient. I must be patient in God’s timing to reveal things to me through prayer and LEAVE IT.
Therefore, if you have a question about something, petition it to God and LEAVE IT THERE. It will come. Or it may not. Either way, trust in God. He will help you get there. You will know what to do when He reveals it.
2. I rely too much on social media posts and have been using them instead of doing personal prayer with God. Posting Christian things and being exposed to Christian content is nice but if I simply rely on it too much, it may has forced God to talk to me that way. The best times I talk with God is the ones without my phone!
Thus, if you want to set a time limit on your phone, put an actually challenging time on it. Not a convenient one. The biggest challenge would be at best 2 hours! 6 hours is not a challenge at all. Look closely again at the screen time you put and cut it in HALF. Or maybe even more. There is no such thing as reading the Bible too much! 😉
3. Silent time is ACTUALLY okay! It’s okay to not talk to God and just sit with Him! Be still! Meditate on the things He has done for you. Not on the wrongs that people have done to you or the wrong you have done. In God I have put my trust, I will not be afraid, what can man do to me? (Psalm 56:11)!
Therefore, make a time in the morning and set some calming music and a cup of coffee or tea and have a good long-as-you-can time with God! Quiet time and meditation on a recent memory verse or your favorite one is a great opportunity to have some intimate time with God. 🥰
4. It’s actually okay to be angry with God. The psalmist in Psalm 13:1 even blatantly asks God why He has forsaken him and how long he has to wait for Him to answer. Psalm 77 is another example of anger towards God. These emotions were given to us BY Him. Even in anger, show your trust in God to correct the things of this world. To lament is actually okay. Practically 70% of Psalms is laments! And of course there is the book of Lamentations as well as Ecclesiastes.
Therefore, tell God what is grieving in your heart. Any anxiety, insecurities, heartbreak, frustration, and of course anger towards anything that you find unfair and harmful to you or others. Ask God to correct it or correct you in prayer and don’t sugar coat your feelings. Give it to Him raw. Do not hold back. It’s okay to cry. Sure, complaints are seemingly frowned upon but the psalms are full of complaints and calls for justice against the wicked or sins of this world that torment God’s children.
5. You DO have the self-control. You just have to use it in practice. You can not brag on how holy you are without acting on it. When you feel tempted, call on Jesus. Keep going even if the temptation doesn’t disappear immediately. It is because the enemy wants you to mess up so badly and fall back away from being the person you were meant to be.
So, when you feel tempted, say Jesus’ name either in your head or out loud. Do not quit until the temptation stops. His name has the authority and He gave you His name to use. He gave you the resources, His Holy Spirit, His holy name. So use it. It’s not there just because it’s there. It’s there because you can use it. He loves you and wants you to be aware of the authority He has over sin. You are not alone on this.
6. There will be days where you will feel low and high. God is not upset with you. He doesn’t ever push you away but you can push Him away. You have that choice, but don’t ever choose it. Remember how you felt before Jesus and see how far you’ve come. Yes, you will mess up, but Jesus picks you back up if you allow Him to.
Do not blame yourself or shame yourself for not doing something properly. Yes, God is pleased with someone who fears Him and does things heartily BUT do not make what you do as a way to get close to God. “I did a good thing so God loves me.” No. It should be the opposite.
“God loves me so I want to do good things.” Allow God to influence your actions. Let the Holy Spirit guide you and listen.
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divinely-yourz · 1 year
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one day left (insha'allah) and pops is moon searching yaay😋
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formicarum-rex · 8 months
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no middle ground. i know that even if you mostly use it as one way there are probably situations where you'd use it the other way too. what is your knee-jerk instinct?
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sbeana · 10 months
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got bored on the plane and i drew these mock covers for gtn and my dad made me stop drawing because he was like "thats an awful lot of red. thats a lottttt of red"
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seraphim-eternal · 2 months
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By the grace of God I am who I am, and His grace towards me was not in vain.
1 Corinthians 15:10
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 7 months
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having corrupting nun wanda thoughts!!! making her pray for forgiveness of her sins right after she begged for her release:(( i love her:((
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nun wanda nun wanda nun wanda thank you for introducing this to me lil anon
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she's on her knees in front of you, her green eyes peering up through her lashes as she places her hands together in a praying motion. she starts speaking, reciting scripture as you nod your approval.
you're seated, your leg between her thighs as she kneels, brushing lightly against her soaking pussy as she rolls her hips against you.
"keep praying, wanda." your voice is low, melodic as it wraps around wanda's ears like a familiar embrace. "pray to your god."
she stutters at the sarcastic tone, watching your eyes dilate as you spread your legs. your pose is dominant, and she can't help but beg as her orgasm rises.
"please, let me come. i'm so close. i just need a little bit more." her whines sound angelic, and you grab the cross around her neck, pulling her closer to you.
leaning in, your lips brush hers as you whisper, "my, my wanda. what would your god say if he heard you now?" you smile darkly as she whimpers, prayers falling from her lips as she moves her hips faster.
in a moment of boldness, wanda replies, "god isn't in this room with me, but you are."
you growl, your hand tangling in her hair as you tilt her head upwards. "naughty girl, wanda. you'd better pray for forgiveness after saying that. god won't be happy with you."
green eyes stare at you as Wanda starts speaking faster. you feel her hips stutter and jerk against your leg as she works herself up, her orgasm approaching rapidly.
you sense her desperation, gripping her cross tightly in your palm until its imprinted harshly into your skin. you pull her closer, your lips against hers as she closes her eyes and keeps reciting, speaking rapidly.
"who is your god, wanda?" your voice sounds like heaven, and she thinks she finally understands what it truly means to worship.
green eyes open, utter devotion in them as her prayers halt, all focus on you as you stare at her with the answers to the universe behind your blown pupils.
"you are."
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satsuha · 4 months
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starry-bi-sky · 17 hours
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Another Danyal Al Ghul art dump! Minor compared to other ones but I quite like these ones.
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amaditalks · 7 months
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If you’re fasting for Yom Kippur you should already be off of caffeine and you should be spending the day today hydrating. Put down the coffee and get some water or Gatorade.
G’mar chatimah tovah!
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makorragal-312 · 13 days
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In all honesty, this has been racking my brain more than it should ever since 7x05.
But...did Chris have ANY idea that Marisol was moving in?
Like, do you expect me to believe that he was completely fine with Eddie moving in his girlfriend after dating each other for TWO WHOLE MONTHS?! He didn't have any objections or reservations? He was all, "Really? Marisol's moving in. Cool, see you in a week."
And what if he didn't know Marisol was moving in? Was he just supposed to come home from his trip thinking everything is chill only to see that Marisol is completely moved in? Was Eddie just gonna fill him in after the fact? Was Eddie really fine with risking Chris calling an Uber and heading to Buck's once he found out what was going on and he broke a table?
And you mean to tell me Buck had no concerns about it?
Literally NOTHING made sense.
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fuyuko34 · 1 month
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Day 3-7 of Ramadan
I had 3 days of 2+hr of overtime (+had an interview for a higher position and had two meetings) so my prayers got thrown off and I wasn't able to eat before the start of fast.
Day 5 I broke fast and missed my prayers from tiredness 🥲
But not to worry, I made them up on day 6!
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Day 7 I went with friends to an escape room and had so much fun! Barely made it through the day but made it I did.
Hope to more days of perseverance and humility.
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buddiesmutslut · 10 days
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I’m being so ffr rn, if the show runners definitively show that Buddie is not going to happen?
I’m probably not going to be watching anymore.
I mean it when I say that they’re literally the sole reason I watched this show in the first place. I saw a billion TikTok edits of them & was like “Idek these characters I need to watch this show and see what’s going on over there.”
And like, it’s a fun show, I’m not saying it isn’t, but first responder shows are a dime a dozen. There are other shows that have queer characters and found family and wild adventures. Granted, they don’t have Buck & his bi arc, but I’d still read fanfics to get my Evan Buckley fix lol.
I don’t need them right now, I’m so down for the slow burn, will-they-won’t-they & the pining & the yearning & the build up and the GOOD foundation. I want to see Eddie figuring himself out and dealing with his repression and figuring out he’s queer (& Demi, pls God. I hope if I just say it enough, I can will it into existence somehow) before anything happens with the two of them, but if they take definitive steps to have one of them like, marry someone else or something, I think I’m gonna head out. Find me on ao3 for the rest of my days lol.
#911 abc#buddie#demisexual eddie diaz#also pls don’t come at me with “you don’t care about bi representation”. he’s already bi#he’s always been bi & I’ve loved watching him on this journey#but his & Eddie’s relationship is literally the only reason I started this show in the first place#and again if they find good LI’s & bring them more into focus#the time spent on the Buddie relationship will decrease. that’s just how tv & time limits work#and if my favorite relationship on the show goes away then why would I continue watching it religiously?#also I know I’m a bitch & would therefore hate any person they brought in to be the HEA for them & that’s not fun for anyone#not that I would bully the actor/actress bc im not an ASSHOLE#eddie diaz#evan buckley#I literally watched Booth & Bones take like 9 seasons to get together I am IN IT with a slow burn#unless they do what they did last season & shoehorn 2 LI’s in at the last second on the last episode then I guess I wouldn’t have a choice#Tim would’ve pulled a fast one on me#also I will watch literally anything else Oliver Stark is in SNOOKUMS I love you so much. come home the kids miss you 😂#& probably Lou also bc he’s so freaking cute irl I wanna die#with his curly hair and his silly faces and his muscles and his wanting to be held in the dark#LOU BABY ILL HOLD YOU IF THE POWER GOES OUT#I have spent too much of my life & time & energy to get 0 payout and it’s honestly unsustainable but that’s a whole different problem
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b0y0rgy · 4 months
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hierotech (?) thoughts so horny i cant even properly communicate them,,,, ,
just rlly need to be a robot built to spread and uphold the word and teachings of god, until my Creator, a scientist growing increasingly disgusted with the world, decides that no one else deserves me and reprograms me to be faithful to him instead. i'm not a human (he doesnt want me to be; i was intentionally designed to be nothing more than an Object) but he teaches me how to worship like one through prayer, repentance, dropping to the floor at his feet to do whatever he commands of me. he blesses me when the mood strikes; opens me, touches and pulls at all my wires and gears so carefully despite how passionate he gets sometimes, despite how easily he could cut my "life" short with just one move, for the mere purpose of just simulating a pleasure response in me. i cannot love my Creator, but he loves me, and so i will be his good and faithful servant until the day one of us dies
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p2ii · 6 months
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I hate when you feel like shit but are still expected to fulfil (non compulsory) religious obligations but when you try to be like 'hey please not today I feel like shit' the only answer you get is. 'well this stuff Is supposed to relax you and make you feel better/at peace so do it anyway' so all you can do is bite your tongue 'cause if you even so much as implied that doing them dosnt actually make you feel better and not everyone is the same and you can't force someone to find peace in something you'd basically be outing yourself.
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archiveofourown.org/works/46869589
word count: 1940
pairing: Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation)/Reader
summary: Brian thinks you're such a prude. Always flinching when he spits into the burgers. Not just a prude, you're a coward for not telling him to stop.
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Reader has an obvious spit kink, and Brian's perspective is hard to work with.
Brian thinks you're a prude for flinching and looking away every time he spits in a burger. Not just a prude, a coward for also not telling him to stop. It's like you disapprove, but you don't have the guts to tell him to stop.
You continue to quietly work alongside him, looking away whenever he spits onto a burger and rubs the bun over the patty to get an even layer of spit all over it. He grins as he does so- it's his one point of pride against every stuck up asshole customer that raises their voice against the cashier. Whenever he looks at you and snaps, asking if you're judging him, you quickly look away and mumble an apology, and he continues to glare at you, before shoving the order out and letting the cashier on shift know that the order is ready.
Brian is inattentive, but he's not slow. He notices that you only flinch when he spits in the burgers. When he doesn't wash his hands while handling food, you barely bat an eyelid. When a frozen beef patty falls on the ground and he tosses it onto the grill, you continue working without giving it a second look. When he accidentally squirts mayonnaise on the counter and swipes it up with a finger to slather it under the bun (arguably a worse infraction than the spitting), you simply continue working. It confuses him at first. How come you only get nervous with the spitting?
Realizations do not dawn upon Brian. They do not come to him in slow puzzle pieces of recognition and a singular answer. They come like starfall and the hot oil from the deep fryer, and an all-encompassing roar in the jumble of his mind.
To his credit, it hits him when he spits in a burger, and you look away with a sharp inhale. He's about to ask you what the hell your problem is, when his glance lowers, and he sees your legs awkwardly crossed together, along with an uncomfortable look on your face. It leads to him realizing that this whole time, you were-
"What?" he snaps, though the question is addressed more to himself, as if in disbelief that he did not notice it sooner.
"Nothing- nothing! Go on!" you shakily say, and abandon your station, off to do another mundane task at breakneck speed.
Brian smirks to himself, an awful, wide smile that rarely shows on his face. He was rarely offered the upper hand, and now that he had it, he would abuse it until it was rubbed raw. It's ridiculous in hindsight, how he did not notice it sooner. What he perceived as your judgment wasn't actually judgment at all, you were staring in yearning. His disgusting little act, an act he saw as defiance, was one you perceived as dominance in a more carnal aspect.
The rest of the shift passes by normally, and you eventually drift back to his side, appearing to forget the earlier incident. You continue to slap meals together and push them out at a languid pace, and he keeps an eye on you.
You're not very good at hiding your skittish nature around him. You're nervous around Brian that would indicate that you thought he was going to kill you if you misstepped around him, or, well, had a crush on him. Brian always assumed it was the former, he knew how intimidating he could be, even in the silly yellows and reds of his shitty condiment-stained customer service outfit. He's still tall, imposing, with dry-from-dye black hair and an indifferent look on his face. But you try to be innocently affable around him, an attitude he normally dismissed as you being friendly. The spitting, however, hints at a more perverse side that you're hiding.
A side he does not mind coaxing out.
He spends the rest of the shift wondering if you're thinking about him. Are you hoping he spits on your cheek? On your face? Even in a burger? Brian allows himself to get lost in that fantasy. Making a burger just for you. Bun, lettuce, tomato, patty- ahh. He would make a disgusting noise at the back of his throat, and hock a large glob of spit, right onto the bland patty. A viscous seasoning of his own. His train of thought gets the better of him, and he imagines what other bodily fluids you'll happily eat on that burger, why doesn't he just drop his pants and add a healthy dose of-
"Brian?" a voice snaps him from his thoughts, and startled, he turns to his side, to see you. You look hesitant, as if you didn't want to interrupt what he was thinking about, and oh, it's a good thing you interrupted him, he didn't trust where his thoughts were about to lead him.
"End of the shift already?" he asks hoarsely, and you nod.
Brian shrugs off his uniform in the locker room with ease, an annoying second layer that presses over his dark clothes. The smell of the fryer clings to his casual clothes, and he scoffs to himself, and digs through his locker for some gum. The end of a shift always leaves the taste of the kitchen in his mouth, and gum helps him get rid of it.
You're the one with a bit more difficulty with the uniform. You're trying to get the strings on your apron to cooperate with you. You nearly ask Brian for help with the strings, but you keep your mouth shut, you don't want it to come off as a coy suggestion. So you struggle with the strings as Brian pops some gum in his mouth, chewing and watching you.
At last, you manage to squirm out of the uniform, and you shed it off to reveal your own clothes with a satisfied sigh. Your own clothes are a touch brighter than his, he notes, trying to not think about how your sigh sounded, what other sounds he could eke from your throat. He chews his own gum thoughtfully, before realizing he's staring at you.
"Gum?" he asks, deceptively casual. He holds up his box of gum, showing he has a few sticks of gum left. You turn to him with a noise of surprise, and nod with excitement.
"Open up." he says, a slight command to his tone, and he revels with the mindless obedience you display, opening your mouth and slightly sticking out your tongue with an 'aaaah'. There's a curl to the edge of your lips, a smile as you wait for him to unwrap a stick of gum and toss it into your mouth. Brian is inadvertently reminded of a dog waiting for a treat, with you in complete obedience, or a pornstar, in those magazines he keeps under his bed.
Brian smiles, while chewing his own gum. If he had any shred of decency, he would have asked for permission, he would have apologized for what he was about to do, hell, he wouldn't have done it at all.
But Brian Wilcox is not a boy with a shred of decency.
Brian takes a step closer to you, and you falter slightly, but keep your mouth open. Obedience keeps you rooted to the spot, keeps your mouth open. He doesn't have a shred of decency or obedience in him.
An annoyingly sentimental side of him wants to cup your cheek, to make this moment a little more special, but he risks you ruining the intimate moment and pulling away, and he's testing his boundaries as is by simply stepping closer to you. Whatever he's going to do, he has to do it fast.
So in one quick motion, Brian spits his chewed-gum into your mouth, along with a generous amount of spit. To anybody that came up behind him, it would have looked like a tender kiss shared between coworkers after a tense shift, but it is anything but.
You feel Brian's spit and gum hit your tongue, and immediately, you recoil, and your face flusters, going into a deep red.
You cry out as you look up at Brian, and it looks like you're about to scream, so Brian immediately reacts by slapping his palm over your mouth. He allows himself a moment of uncertainty, that maybe he misinterpreted the signs from earlier, that maybe you think he's a complete fucking freak, and that you're definitely going to report him for harassment and assault, and that he accidentally ruined what was a good mutual respect between you and him.
But he swallows that down, and lets a veneer of confidence wash over him- the same kind of confidence that lets him spit into each burger. He looks into your eyes, and starts to talk. He can't tell what you're feeling, your eyes are wide in surprise from his gesture, but your lashes are fluttering, and he's not sure if that's a flirtation, or if you're blinking in Morse code to tell him to go fuck himself.
"Hey, hey, ssh. Seen the way you look at me." he whispers, and he feels like one of those animal tamers, trying to soothe a wild animal.
"You're gonna be good for me and keep my gum in your mouth, right?" he continues, and uses his thumb to stroke the side of your cheek, a placating gesture. He's seen couples in school do this, so it's gotta work on you, right? And it does, like magic. Even under his greasy fingers, you seem to nearly go limp, your eyelids grow heavy, even with his palm over your mouth. You give a slow nod.
"Not gonna scream or do any of that shit?" he asks, and tries to negate any panic in his tone by asking it like an order. You shake your head, and it's sickening, how Brian feels this power over you. He's just spat in your mouth, and you let him. Your pupils are blown wide, looking at him, and some primal aspect of Brian recognizes it as lust, an emotion he's never had directed towards him.
He pats the side of your cheek in a condescending gesture, and lets go of his hand over your mouth. True to your word, you don't scream. Even better, your jaw slowly moves, chewing the gum he spat into your mouth. Brian finds that he likes it.
You're far- very far from the prude he initially imagined you as. If you were, you would have spat out his gum and the spitglob onto the floor the second he let go of your mouth, dainty hands splayed over your mouth and trying to get his taste out of your mouth. You make a small face, he recognizes your tongue swirling at the side of your cheek- and his eyes widen, realizing that you're actually chasing the taste of his spit over the flavored gum, swirling it around your mouth.
You make a small swallowing motion- Brian greedily imagines that it's his spit going down your throat. You continue to chew his gum, and look up at him in silence.
"Good job, doll." Brian mumbles, looking at you. He heard it once from a porno, with a macho buff guy complimenting a buxom girl after she'd performed a sexual act and swallowed something of his. Brian doesn't think he's a macho guy, but with the way you're looking at him, he feels like you see him as one. A heady rush comes over him, a much more intimate sense of power than the first time he spat in a burger as defiance.
"Good job."
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