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now they're just playing in my fuckin face
For those who are struggling, hereās a list of all the Beatitudes made simple:
-āBlessed are the poor in spirit, for thereās in the kingdom of heavenā: we must choose to be humble before God and before others
-āBlessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comfortedā: we ought to mourn for the violence and sin of this world, just as Christ did
-āBlessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earthā: this is not a command to be a door mat and let people walk all over us. Rather, itās a command to choose gentleness, humility, and patience with those around us
-āBlessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfiedā: we must hunger and thirst for righteousness as we would during a long fast
-āBlessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercyā: we must show mercy, just as God shows never to us everyday
-āBlessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of Godā: we must choose peace in a world that glorifies violence
-āBlessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see Godā: we must have pure intentions within our hearts, free from any hidden motives or corruption
-If we are to do all of these things, we will be persecuted by this world. But we must take heart, for Christ has overcome the world, and has deprived it of its power to harm our soul, the eternal part of us.
Reflecting on the Beatitudes helps us reflect on the character of Christ; for by putting them into practice, we are allowing ourselves to be renewed by the Holy Spirit into the image of Christ Jesus.
God bless, Jesus loves you āļøā¤ļø
Aesop the philosopher - sloppy sop
Aesop stands inclined over your desk, hands gripping the sides of the wooden tabletop. Your homework, crinkled under your hands, they've been gripped.
It's math
His fabric mask wears his face and presses to your ear. His whispers echo a voice in your ear c-anal. "Logos" are you feeling it?
The way each fiber of Aesop's all virgin wool, black and gray striped flannel slacks strain against his haunches, he's got the legs to match. two in fact. He has two legs. A left and right, both with knees shins, and feet, each accompanied by 5 toes. "Yes." he's quite the specimen.
He's also got a cock but let's not be explicit, or promiscuous; easy with our virtues. That is to say, let's not be a sl-
Those stems "Mmmm Aesop, " those wheels, carry the gams, or possibly roots, lower extremities which are a professional may identify as limbs. shanks, even but you're not limp nor flaccid. Not while he is "Around" is how you may describe your hand's reach careening to the fabric coverings of his plump ass.
The way Aesop's warm and wet tongue flicks, flicka dicka da wrist, in his mouth -Fastest in the west ever since Barb's death- against those pearly teeth. Do you imagine what other faucets of possibilities such a tender thing could fill? What that tongue's pronunciation of those tight virgin words "Pathos" dribbles down his strawberry cotton lips in a diminuendo. His voice carries something darker. Yeah. Dynamic triple black eight 8oz bottled ink. He speaks in cursive and his eyes are just as sharp as a raven's claw digging into the writings of your desk.
He'd always liked it long and hard. There are three hours of roleplay he'd been begging for now only one more to go before you may end the fourplay.
His pants sooner rather than later descend down and what's under is no surprise but does happen to stretch the imagination quite some inches. Yes, his Aesop, he was under his pants all along.
Lightly peppered legs of gold and peach hair dressed with socks. The modern man's lingerie-Silky briefs tight on Aesop's-member. To bring forth a retrospective album in the palm of a calloused hand. greeting a rough and tickly packed sack yields to cool aeration at its irregular exposure. Tips ever carefully and graze sensitive corners- so violently prod frigid fixtures in pockets of sensitivity and quietude. Affectionately tugging of silky and damp flesh, chasing sharp breaths and a tremoring hold melting in a spread across broad shoulders. His voice wavers at the vigorously frictious' movements below.
Your- no, my thumb occluded his cock's aperture; furious and passionate oscillations beget a franchise of impetuous spouts chaffing to escape.
Aesop's eyes rose from the papers before him, this had been an assignment on the Revolutionary War. Not his cock. Zoo Wee Mama.
It seemed he hadn't read the back which elaborated on the contours of his ass, and the miry web of briefs that clung to the top of his knees.
I have been DYING to unpack this ask ever since I got it, surreal anon can we dm? can I offer you a candy cigarette? you compel me in new and interesting ways I would love to know more about you, I've gotten five or so asks from you now including this one and I absolutely gotta know more
I'm going to review this as though I am back in my creative writing workshop and also like I am a noir detective trying to puzzle out some mysterious letters that have a 50/50 shot of either being written by a valuable witness or the very clever criminal
I will start off by saying I've read a lot of fanfics, some poetically good, some comically bad, you can start to get a feel for when things are intentional vs unintentional, like a fic that has been written for the sake of crack or someone who has written something so accidentally terrible it's circled all the way back to fascinating in a "how did you even GET here kind of way"
your writing fascinates me because you send in stuff that is generally very painstakingly worded, you choose very fanciful words, you and the dictionary are best best friends. usually when people say that, it's meant in a way that is degrading for using such rich language when things could be more casually said but trust me when I say I mean this as a compliment. you throw down these words--not in a way that suggests you are just tossing them in to sound poetic and smart--but actually like you not only know what they mean AND you're also deliberately being mildly unhinged with their use, the use of aperture to describe a man's dickhole is astounding and strangely beautiful. you know you are being weird and you are doing it on purpose, I am mailing you a delighted scream
the fact that you intersperse these really rich descriptions with utterly out of pocket phrases is SO fucking fascinating, it's like sinking into a hot bath and then getting hit with a cold ice cube to the back of the neck, are you doing this solely to throw in something tonally odd or do you simply enjoy writing this way? is it both? can we start a discord dm so weird that it makes god avert his eyes?
I love the descriptive measures you take, one thing that I like taking the time to read is really delicious sensory details, the more creative the better, tell me about the texture of his hair and the color of the kitchen cabinets and the way the floor looks resting beneath me, the more I can "taste" it so to speak, the better. "all virgin wool, black and gray striped flannel slacks strain against his haunches" oh I can practically feel it in my hands ! I can slide my fingers over the slope of his shoulders and down his legs, feel the stiff fabric and the way his smell emanates off it. your casual description of his limbs also makes me chuckle, how fun to be both sensual and clinical !
"he's also got a cock but let's not be explicit, or promiscuous; easy with our virtues. That is to say, let's not be a sl-" oh my god how this makes me giggle, I would pay to read a whole fic with this kind of humor
"do you imagine what other faucets of possibilities such a tender thing could fill?" your use of faucets instead of facets is such good wordplay to couple with the notion of filling things, filling the mouth, filling the mind, filling the body sexually--the longer I think the more interesting it becomes
"'pathos' dribbles down his strawberry cotton lips in a diminuendo. His voice carries something darker. yeah. dynamic triple black eight 8oz bottled ink. He speaks in cursive and his eyes are just as sharp as a raven's claw digging into the writings of your desk." THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART I LOVE THE WORDS SO MUCH IT TASTES LIKE TEAL SUBWAY TILE AND ROSE PERFUMED PAPER !!!!!! strawberry cotton lips...so so sensual of a thing hidden behind fabric being pressed oh so close to your ear, the notion of a voice being dark like bottled ink...not just any kind either, dynamic triple black 8oz bottled ink, precise, unfathomably dark, rich and elegant without need for frills or excess. direct, dark, and perfectly even--it's so perfect I will be thinking about this description until I am dead. this being coupled with him speaking in cursive, oh how it brings to mind the exact shape of his handwriting and the curve of his lips and tongue and the way ink looks spilling across paper UAGHHHHH. the way his eyes are so piercing and focused, digging into you, the same way hands are digging into the desk with nails leaving dents in the wood like claws.....I could sit in this piece forever
"there are three hours of roleplay he'd been begging for now only one more to go before you may end the fourplay." again with the clever wordplay ! three to four....how delightful how fun I am spiritually clapping my hands in joy
"affectionately tugging of silky and damp flesh, chasing sharp breaths and a tremoring hold melting in a spread across broad shoulders. his voice wavers at the vigorously frictious' movements below." I desperately wish more porn read like this are you fucking kidding me hooooly shit
the zoo wee mama hits like a bag of bricks after the steamy shenanigans, it was especially rattling given my first pass of reading this was right after I woke up from a nap and had to process the ask thrice over to grasp what I was reading, you have very dense writing in the sense that you really do need every single line to fully grasp what's happening, which tbh is better than having to read something long winded and over packed with nonsense
in conclusion I think you are a good writer and I would like to meet you and peel open the confines of your mind on my desk so I can see each dead end and trapdoor in the house of your brain
Romans 12:1-2 says,
"Therefore, I urge you,Ā brothers and sisters, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies [dedicating all of yourselves, set apart] as a living sacrifice, holy and well-pleasing to God,Ā which isĀ your rational (logical, intelligent) act of worship.Ā
And do not be conformed to this world [any longer with its superficial values and customs], but beĀ transformedĀ andĀ progressively changed [as you mature spiritually] by the renewing of your mind [focusing on godly values and ethical attitudes], so that you may prove [for yourselves] what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect [in His plan and purpose for you]."
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