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  • stupendousartillustrationwinner
    23.10.2021 - 32 minutes ago

    AT-AT by AT-AT

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  • larynxkaput
    23.10.2021 - 36 minutes ago

    and when i stepped into gladiator 3 again, everything is chaos.

    i dont wanna get reset to 1,700 again 😭

    #lord of heroes #random rant
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  • cileo-alrcon
    23.10.2021 - 40 minutes ago

    Kabir is real god

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  • postmoderne
    23.10.2021 - 45 minutes ago

    are lorde and now hozier too... in their flop era?

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  • lookwhatyoumademedo
    23.10.2021 - 54 minutes ago

    @cellphonehippie's october prompt list // day 21: using photos you've taken

    ↳ wanna take your picture till i die

    (also, my gel pens are scented, so please imagine this image smelling like grape thanks)

    #cphpromptlist #i meant to post it on the 21st and then i did... not #this is my cat i love him so SO much. my old man #he's 16 but he's still a baby. i can hear him snore as i'm typing this he likes to sleep in my bed during the day #i would do anything for him i think #lorde#big star#solar power#mine:lorde#mixed#my graphics#my edits#op
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  • therewasatale
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    sleeping beauty

    On Ao3.

    Summary:  He overworks himself, again. But you have a plan to get him into bed.

    You pushed down the door handle with your elbow, opening it into the long hallway. As you walked you balanced a covered plate in one hand while you held a thermos in the other as you walked along the high walls. Thick pipes ran around you but they all went the same direction with you, however they then turned and disappeared through the walls.

    Beyond a door, you’ve reached the site of Heisenberg’s current enormous project. A cool breeze ruffled your hair and you inadvertently swallowed as you glanced down at the huge crater. Several doors and conveyor belts were already in place. Metal beams and, for the time being, bridges without walking surfaces crisscrossed the bottomless depth. However, if you looked up you could already make out the finished shape of the construction from the haphazardly placed supports.

    What did you call it? Oh, yeah. Grinder Shaft.

    "Hey, Heisenberg!" You called out to the man.

    He wasn't a least bit bothered by the gap he was standing over anything. His long coat sometimes got caught in the wind. Surprisingly he did not wear his hat for once. He was held up securely by a wide sheet of metal as he examined the skeleton of the machine above him. Around him beams, huge bolts, and sharp plates were floating in circle.

    To this day, Heisenberg’s power still amazed you. You also knew the other lords' gifts they had received from Mother Miranda, but the man's was different. He could have built anything he wished for. And without lifting a finger he could become very dangerous and very deadly in seconds.

    A metal beam started to rise with its flock and slid into place, before they joined together as huge bolts bore into them. You could tell that all this will be finished in just a few more days, but it meant even more sleepless and restless days for Heisenberg. You had your own opinion about that.


    "Wha'?!" He hasn’t turned towards you.

    "Come here, you need to eat!"

    "'m fine!"

    "You aren’t. Come on, I can't get up to you!"

    For a while only the clinking sounds of the metal pieces filled the crater.


    "Too bad for you, kitten."

    Snorting, you rubbed your blushed face into your shoulder. You still had to get used to nicknames.

    "Yeah-yeah, smartass." You muttered under your nose and then raised your voice again. "You haven't slept and eaten in over three days. So, please come and eat something!"

    Now it was his turn to snort.

    "I'm fine!"

    "Stubborn bastard."

    "I heard that, y'know!"

    "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Then I'll wait for you here." You sat down in the doorway and placed the thermos and plate next to yourself.

    Heisenberg muttered something under his breath and returned to focusing on his work again. The metal elements slowly danced around him and clanked into place as the man moved his fingers. He was a conductor and engineer in one, conducting a melody that only he could hear.

    You pulled up one of your legs and then, after some thought, removed the cover from the plate. Below it were two well-packed sandwiches. The smell immediately filled the air around you, the saline fragrance of the tomatoes, the silkiness of the cheese danced in your nose. Duke has always brought the best ingredients.

    "By the way I made you sandwiches."


    "Cucumber, tomato, edam cheese and ham. I toasted the ham a bit and so do the bread, on butter by the way, just the way you like."

    Another murmur came, but even sitting at the edge of the crater, you could still hear his rumbling of his belly.

    "Oh, you son of a-!"

    You gave out a chuckle poorly disguised as a cough.

    The metal parts came together forming a path for Heisenberg, then descended on a semi-finished bridge. The lord scowled at you.

    "I told you, I'm fine." He grumbled, but he didn't refuse the food when you stood up and handed it to him.

    "I know you said that, but the circles under your eyes tell me a different story."

    "They're lying." He answered with his mouth full and stared at the nearby wall instead of looking at you.

    "I can still see them, you know, right?"

    "Shut up!"

    You took out your thermos and uncapped it is pouring a decent amount of tea into the top. It was steaming hot, but the fragrance was overwhelmed by Heisenberg's smell, oil mixed with tobacco. Personally, you didn’t find it unpleasant, you almost missed it when you were away from him.

    "Here, I made tea too, blackcurrant, I got it from the Duke not too long ago."

    He muttered something under his breath in response. After taking the cap he slowly blew on it and took a few sips. "Um, not bad." He took another deep gulp.

    "I was hoping it tasted good," you watched with a smile as he poured out another cup of tea, then you glanced at the grinder, "You have made a lot of progress."

    "Yeah, but it's still a long way to go." Returning the cap, he allowed himself a yawn. "The lower frame will be ready tomorrow, then the upper one, then the elements holding the shredder come in, and then finally the shredder itself. Although I still want to do a few tests on it and I want to make sure I secure the upper shaft part properly."

    Stepping closer to him, you listened seriously and nodded, refilling the cap.

    "Then maybe a week, and hm…" he paused for a few moments as you pressed another cap of tea into his hand. Not really paying attention, he downed it in one go. "What was I on about exactly?"

    "You were talking about how you need maybe a week and then you can start assembling the internal elements of the grinder." You helped him out stepping in front of him.

    "Yes?" He blinked slowly. "Yes."

    "Uhum." You looked at him with a smile. "How do you feel?"

    He looked at you with eyes struggling to stay open, and he stifled a yawn.

    "'m… fine." He wrinkled his forehead as strong as he could, then, it was as if recognition glinted in his eyes. He looked down at the cap in his hand, then at you, then at the cap again, finally his tired eyes settled on your face.

    "Oh no, ya fucking didn't." His head nodded down, and he tried to take a step towards, but his legs weren’t accommodating.

    You were already waiting and stepping towards him you caught him, letting him lean on you. "Yeah, I fucking did."

    "You little…I will…" after his legs, his tongue also became numb. Now he was leaning against you with his full weight. The cap of the thermos slipped from his hand, it clanked on the ground, and rolled into the abyss.

    You weren't sure that he could had hear the last thing you said. Around you, the deep breathing of Heisenberg mingled with the thudding of the factory.

    The easier part was done. Luckily, he was so immersed in his own thoughts he didn’t even notice the slight aftertaste of the sleeping drug. You’d have to thank Duke for getting some, and even more for bringing which was so effective. According to him, it could be mixed without problem into drinks and food, and the drug was certain to last for at least four hours.

    Heisenberg snorted as you took his arm over your shoulder.

    "All right, let's get you to bed."

     Lord Heisenberg awoke slowly. His thoughts in his head were blanketed in fluffy cotton balls. His headache was gone at least. He felt soft fabric under his fingers, and so did under his body and head. He blinked a couple of times and looked around the room. The room, which, wasn't his.

    His memories finally fought themselves free from the cotton balls. He had been working on the grinder for a few days, he hasn't really been able to tell how much exactly...Then he became hungry, he drank some blackcurrant tea. Slowly he managed to put the pieces together to form a complete picture.

    He suddenly jolted up in your bed with a snort.


    "Good morning." As if you just felt his awakening, you entered the door with a tray in your hand. "How are you feeling?"

    "You dared to actually drug me? While I was working ?!" He pushed off the blanket, then paused to glance down at himself. "Where are my pants? And my coat?!"

    "Your pants are in the garbage. I got some new ones. I didn't touch your coat." You gestured to towards the other end of the room after you placed the tray on the small table next to your bed. "But you won't get it until you eat something proper."


    "Come on, the soup is ready now. I put in everything that’s good for you, it should make you stronger."

    "I told ya, I'm fine." He muttered, still self-conscious, he was moving towards his new pants.

    "You haven’t slept for at least four days." You stood up again and stepped in front of him at the end of the bed.

    "So what?!"

    He was annoyed, not angry, just annoyed. But he could become dangerous if he got angry.

    On the other hand, you too were annoyed and worried.

    "What do you mean so what?! You know it well enough what happened the last time you overworked yourself! And I'm not just talking about all the overnight work, when you go to bed around dawn, or I find you passed out on your desk."

    His mouth trembled, but his eyes just steeled themselves as he looked into yours. "Let me go, I need to work and finish it as soon as I possible."

    "Don't make me the bad guy when I'm trying to help."

    "Says the one who knocked me out with sleeping pills."

    You had to take a deep breath. You knew you wouldn’t have an easy time with him, but you had no idea he will be so willful and ungrateful. You had to massage your forehead.

    "Listen…just-just eat, all right? Just sit down and eat a bit then you can go."

    "How should I know you didn't put something in it that too?" It was a low blow, even from him, and for a second, he thought he should apologize, but his pride stopped him.

    "You know, I'm just trying to help, Heisenberg. For gods' sake you would already be out of here IF you would put your ass down and eat!"

    "Stop bossing me around! This is my place and I do what I want!" He threw his arms into the air. You shuddered for a second and glanced towards the corners of the room. Every bit of metal in the room began to shake but did not move.

    He followed your glance and made a nervous growl in the back of his throat. "I…I won't hurt you. For fuck's sake."

    You needed to take a big breath, but it didn't help you to calm down. He was right, it maybe was a nasty trick you pulled, but you felt like you had to do something. Especially after what happened last time, you just couldn’t let that happen again. Your stomach tightened into a knot from just thinking about it.

    "What if you overwork yourself so much again that you fell asleep while working? Without getting to a nearby door." Your voice was too quiet, you had to clear your throat. You tried to swallow, but it was as if something was squeezing your windpipe. "What if you ran out steam sooner than you think? What would have happened if you collapsed working above the crater?" Your hands trembled a bit and your voice became faint again. Memories weighed on you and fear tightened your chest.

    "Last time…last time too… I only realized that something has collapsed and I found you under metal beams and rubble. I just managed to drag you out from under there!" You snapped stepping closer to him. "Gods damn it you, stubborn idiot I'm just worried about you! Calm down for once when I ask and listen to me. You're doing great, you will finish your work soon after you had some rest. Still, you NEED to take a rest because you look like shit. And I don't know what to do if you get hurt or stuck somewhere and I can't help!"  

    His steely eyes became softer as he saw the sincere concern and the gleam of tears in yours. He had to look away. It still caught him off guard how much you cared, and how often you reminded him of that.

    "Fuck…" he rubbed his face into his hands, then took a step back and sat back on the edge of your bed with a huge sigh. "I know… I know, god damn it." Lowering his head, he took a deep breath. "I know…"

    You had to swallow to ease the tightness of your throat. You blinked away the tears, then sat down carefully next to him.

    "You can be a stubborn bastard, but I'm too."

    "I know." His shoulder sagged as he leaned forward, placing his elbow on his legs. His face was hidden by his graying hair, but you could see he was much calmer now. The objects around you stopped vibrating too. "Sorry."

    "Yeah, I'm sorry too." Reaching out, you grabbed his hand and caressed his fingers. His skin was much rougher, but he still gently stroked you back.

    Drawing small circles on your palm he shook his head. "You even took my pants. But the sleeping pill was still a bad form from you. Next time just…"

    "Oh, I'm not sorry for that, just for taking your pants."

    "Shut up." He snorted but a chuckle slipped out from between his lips. "Smartass. Drugging me...and then dragging me into your room." He glared at you, a soft smile.

    "I'm lucky you barely ate in the last couple of days, thanks to that it only took me three-quarters of an hour to drag you here." You kissed his shoulder and leaned against him. "Not including changing your clothes and putting you to bed."

    He just muttered something softly and rubbed his forehead against yours.

    "And what if I tried to go back to work?"

    "I wouldn't have let you." You said sharply. "I told you, I just wanted you to get some sleep. You needed rest, but I wouldn't have let you get in danger. Come on, Heisenberg, you know better than that." You looked at him. "Or not?"

    Looking into your eyes, he gave out a loud chuff, much like a steam engine. "Yes, I do…I know. Maybe it's just my pride that have been hurt."

    You watched his face quietly. The dark circles were still under his eyes, but he looked much more relaxed, that was already a bit of a victory for you. He turned his gray gaze into yours.

    "How do you feel?"

    "My head doesn't throb that much now." He admitted after a while. "And my thinking also got a bit better"

    "Good. That's good."

    "If you say so."

    "Come on, old man." You gently pushed him with your shoulders, and you chuckled as he snorted.

    "Old man?"

    "Well, you did look like you had one foot in the grave."

    "I had to work." He answered with a slightly offended tone.

    "I know, and you're really good at working, but you are much worse at taking rest when you need to. But that's why I'm here."

    "Really? I thought you're here to annoy me all the time."


    He snorted and opened his mouth to protest, but you pulled him to yourself and kissed him. He knew full well that you kissed him not only out of the romantic gesture, but also to silence him. He snorted again softly, but his murmuring soon stopped. He embraced you and pulled you closer, his fingers ran over your back, and wouldn't let you go for long minutes.

    Your nose was filled with the smell of tobacco. You could feel him pulling you completely to his chest.

    "Mh, love you, you stubborn pain in the ass."

    He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. "I should be the one who says that." He smiled and rubbed his face.

    Glancing up into his eyes, one thought did not let you relax. The little thing the Duke warned you about. Maybe you wanted to help, but what if you did more harm than good? You had to ask, even though your heart ached just thinking about it.

    "Tell me, do you trust me?"

    His mouth twitched as he looked away. He needed to think, and with each passing second you could feel the cracks forming on your heart. You wanted to help, you would do anything for him. However, if you messed this up…

    Finally, he nodded, slowly. "Yes, I still trust you."

    "Thank god." A worried sigh escaped you, and you didn't even notice the way you held your breath.

    "Come on, kitten." He raised your chin and gazed into your eyes. "We're both a bit of a crazy. You drugged me so I wouldn't work myself to death. And I'm something not-quite human, who has a parasite living inside him, and set up an over-the-top factory underground to use some godforsaken souls like me."

    "Yeah…we both messed up in the head."

    "See? However, now I will have you taste test every food we eat."

    "Deal." You nodded with a smile, as a huge weight was lifted from your heart. "So now would you like to eat the soup, or would you rather relax a little more?"

    "Well," he glanced at the soup at you, then at you, then back at the plate, finally pulling you into bed with you. "I've already eaten some sandwiches, a couple of hours ago."

    "And you snored in my bed for six hours." You helped him out as you snuggled up next to him in your bed.

    He pulled his nose up and stuck out his tongue at you. "I don't snore."

    "Of course not." You put your head on his shoulder, giggling softly. "But did the sandwiches helped?"

    "After days of eating just here and there? Of course, they helped." He shuddered as you bit his shoulder. "What?"

    "Nothing, you bastard."

    "I am one, and yet you're still with me."

    Rolling your eyes, you snuggled closer with a smile, and you listened to his breathing, the rhythm of which reminded you to the thrumming of the factory.

    "How did I get a clean shirt on?" He broke the silence.

    "I cut off the one that was on you. I love you, but I wouldn't put you in my bed wearing a 4 day old sweaty, dusty, and oily top."

    "Ah." He ruffled your hair with a grin. "And the pants?"

    "Fortunately, I was able to take them off you with your help."


    "You could have dreamed of something because you muttered about getting ready for the ball and having to put on new clothes. It was weird, and I don't think it had anything to do with sleeping pills."

    Heisenberg tried to recall the memories of his dream, but they already drifted far into the depths of his subconscious.

    "But after that you slept like a log."

    "Oh shut up."

    "Why tho? You were such a sleeping beauty."

    "All right, I better get to sleep."

    Laughing, you snuggled closer and adjusted the blanket. He slowly smoothed his fingers into your hair and began to gently comb it with them.

    "Then I will sleep too, the day behind me was really exciting."

    "I can tell." He kissed your forehead, his beard tickling your skin. "Go to sleep, you stubborn bastard."

    "Only if I do it with you. Night, Heisenberg."

    "Good night, (Y/N)." His breathing became softer, and slower, you could feel his deep breath in your hair.

    You carefully waited for him to fall asleep, and then, the rhythm of his breathing rocked you to sleep.

    #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagines #karl heisenberg x reader #reader#lord heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg imagine#copper#re village
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  • samusrin
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago


    # content warnings ! obsessive behavior, physical abuse, mental break, osamu being a total gaslighter, mentions of “laying” with oikawa, oikawa being a jerk,

    # notes ! i rushed oikawa’s bc my brain went dead for a moment, so sorry

    # characters ! atsumu miya, osamu miya, toru oikawa

    DUKE ATSUMU who fell for you immediately after seeing you for the first time. after that, he refused to take no as an answer. if you denied his request of meeting him, he’d go to you. if you dared to run away from him, he’d hunt you down and the punishment was never fun. you were his, and only his. he had it all— wealth, status and the looks. why would you ever want anyone else? no. he’d make sure you would never want anyone else. you belonged to him and he’d make sure you remembered that, even if he had to beat it into you.

    GENERAL OSAMU who immediately took notice of how naive you were. you believed everything was all fairy tail, dreaming of the day your knight would save you. sadly, that knight never came and instead you were ‘saved’ by a horrifying monster. moving you away from friends and family as he claimed it was for “starting a family of your own.” the same man who made sure to cut off all ties with the outside world due to how “distasteful gossip and the jealousy of others were”. the one who held you a bit too tightly as you watched the servants lock up every window and door around you both. “it’s for your safety. you believe me, right?” and like the absolute fool you were, you nodded your head with a sweet smile. “of course i do.”

    LORD TORU who watched in amusement as you begged him to help your poor, poor family. your eyes swelled with tears as you pleaded with him, declaring that you would do anything to help your parents. and as the kind lord that toru oikawa was, he agreed. and so you cleaned his mansion and cooked him dinner. you went out with him to social gatherings. you attended his every need, even laying with him whenever he desired. it wasn’t long until you once again broke down. you cried as you asked him why couldn’t you leave now that your debt had been paid? the question only confused the man as he looked at you with a horrifying look in his eyes. “paid? don’t you get it honey? by having me take care of your family, you’ve condemned yourself to a lifetime of being here…with me.”

    will def be making a sfw edition, for my soft royals <3 yes, akaashi will be one, just for you <3 @sunkeiji

    taglist: @dollta , @matsuwhore

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  • senseiwu
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    So, the Scrolls of Forbidden Spinjitzu, huh?

    boys please, your dad was worried

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  • vasilkaworld
    17.10.2021 - 5 days ago
    Sing the Lord’s song all alone
    “ The mission families appeared to be very happy. Although some of them were alone in the wilderness, and three days’ journey from any others, yet they and their little ones seemed the picture of contentment and happiness. Instead of saying with a repining spirit, ‘ I low can we sing the Lord’s song all alone in this strange land,’ the voice of joy and praise, of thanksgiving and making melody, was heard in their habitations. And [ would ride far, even through storm and tempest, to hear again their sweet songs of Zion. Indeed, all these little missionary spots, with which the whole country is now dotted, were each one like an oasis in the desert.
    “ At some of the missionary stations the Gospel has taken such root that it seems to be growing up as in its own native soil, and it is already bringing forth its appropriate fruit. The work of the missionary, if it be not already completed, yet seems on the very point of being so; and there is evidently more danger that he will in some instances stay too long than that he will go too soon. At Aintab, for example, the church supports its own pastor, its own common schools, of which, with those in the neighborhood, there are nine, and takes upon itself the supply of all the out-stations except one. The missionaries of that place ask for no appropriation except for the theological class, the Female Boarding-school, and for one out-station.
    For all the rest the church at Aintab provides; and for all these various objects, including provision for their poor, and their taxes to government, the sum total raised the last year was $2,556, averaging $1.25 for every man, woman, and child in the community. The congregation is already much too large for one pastor, and the church has recently and very wisely made arrangements to settle another, and thus have two churches instead of one.
    My family at Beyrout
    “ In the good providence of God I was permitted on my way back to join my family at Beyrout. That was my first field of labor, and this was my first visit to it, after an absence of thirty-four years. Nearly half of the original members of the little church gathered there thirty-seven years ago still survive, and are bringing forth fruit in old age; ‘ but some are fallen asleep.’ In their history I was deeply interested. A son of two members of that little church is now a missionary of the Church Missionary Society at Aleppo, and he has the respect and confidence of all the wise and good. A sister of his is the wife of a German missionary in Egypt. IIis own wife is the daughter of two other original members of that little church, and her sister is an assistant to the deaconesses in their important establishment at Beyrout. All these are hopefully Christians.
    #Sing the Lord’s song all alone
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  • indietimes-news
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    What Lord Ram Did In Lanka & Krishna In Mathura, Indian Army Did In Bangladesh In 1971: Rajnath

    What Lord Ram Did In Lanka & Krishna In Mathura, Indian Army Did In Bangladesh In 1971: Rajnath

    New Delhi: Drawing a comparison between the fights Lord Ram fight in Sri Lanka and Lord Krishna’s fight in Mathura, Defence Minister Rajnath Singh on Friday said that the Indian armed forces did the same in Bangladesh in 1971. While speaking at the inaugural session of three-day conclave under Swarnim Vijay Varsh celebrations at Yelahanka Air Base. It was organised to celebrate the comprehensive…

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    #Bangladesh #Bangladesh 1971 War #defence minister#lord krishna#Lord Ram#Rajnath#Singh #Yelahanka Air Base
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  • mahiru-no
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    was searching for taneli pics and damn he just needs to style his hair a bit but he's fine as hell already

    #lord of heroes #loh #i remember being surprised seeing him for the first time a few months ago?? like #b r u h
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  • cloudygreywolf
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Used to be, still is and probably will be obsessed with the bladed weapons in the Tolkien movies.

    #The Lord of the Rings #the hobbit
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  • hey-hamlet
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago
    #you are doing the lords work lmao #asks #dont praise the all mighty
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  • skitravels
    15.10.2021 - 1 week ago
    Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ
    The sequel you know. I therefore only add, to those that died we believe it was gain, infinite gain! While those that survived lost nothing, nothing! On the contrary, they received a thousand-fold. I do not think Mr. Dwight ever had so much real enjoyment before in his whole life, put it all together, as he has had within a few months. His peace is like a river. His feet are on a rock, or rather The Rock. And his head is far above all the storms and tempests of this temporary scene. Oh, what a Saviour is this of ours! Oh, what a glorious Gospel is this of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ!
    “ His worth, if all the nations knew,
    Sure the whole world would love him too.”
    Is not this my fifteenth letter to Catskill? Shall you, my dear sir, live to receive fifteen more? or shall I live to write them? Neither the one nor the other is at all probable. But no matter, I trust we shall have eternal life, through Jesus Christ our Lord. And instead of saying to you, as all my neighbors are saying to me on this new year, “ Many happy returns to you,” I would say, “ May you live for ever! ”
    And so may yours truly,
    He writes in his journal at this time of these and other trying scenes through which he and his associates were called to pass: —
    Around the Mediterranean
    “ The missionary families in and around the Mediterranean have been afflicted in a very uncommon degree, and not only by sickness and death, but also by opposition of a peculiarly trying nature. Men have persecuted them for being so much like Christ, and God has chastised them for not being more like Him. But of whatever nature the affliction, the fruit of it, as there is good reason to believe, has been to take away sin. Though not in itself joyous, but grievous, it has yielded some of the peaceable fruits of righteousness. Oh, what deadness to the world it has in some instances produced! What lively hopes of heaven! What acquaintance with Christ, and with the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, and the preciousness of His Gospel! And what near and strong views of those things which are unseen and eternal!
    #Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ
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  • pretentious-ravioli
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    her Fossil Fuels era is a major hit

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  • mahiru-no
    23.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    we never really know what he's thinking behind that face

    #loh #lord of heroes
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  • queensboro
    23.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    can’t stop thinking about how high Rolling Stone ranked I Wanna Hold Your Hand and IMAGINE (???) on their 2021 version of the 500 best songs of all time. They got rid of Livin For the City which was on their list last time :(

    #also. ok. i never listened to lorde beyond hearing her songs on the radio #so i was very surprised to see how high Royals ranked. that's all i'll say about that.
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  • mahiru-no
    23.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    [GALLUS homies group chat]

    Joshua: guys, i need help!

    Astrid: Aww but man ur beyond help already

    Baretta: ^^^^^

    Nine: owo what is it??

    Joshua: how many bottles of alcohol can i drink in one go

    Solphi: 30, Do it.

    Joshua: i'm serious, guys

    Nine: idk?? but why would you wanna drink alcohol??? do your insides need to be cleaned 99.9%???

    Solphi: Oh shut up, Kid. Let the adults handle this

    Nine: qwq okay...


    Solphi: Why and how the fuck are you here?!

    Vanessa: We don't know how many bottles one can drink in one go. But here's how to find out; buy an entire shelf of alcohol from the salary you get from murdering my family, and chug it all in one go until you puke. One less than that is your limit :) Be sure to take pictures so we can be updated and informed :)

    Olivia: [sent a laughing emoji thrice]

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  • dominimalitiae
    23.10.2021 - 2 hours ago
    #( careful what you wish for ;; asks. ) #( lords of malice ;; v1. ) #( the admirable ;; mairon. ) #thegreatstrongbow
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