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[justinherrold]

Downtown State College, PA on an unseasonably warm night in January.

[travelingmocha]

And now some ice cream to wash down the banana. #pennstate #statecollege #pa #thecornerroom #downtown #thankfulmonkeys #monkeybusiness

[rootedandrelevant]

"Love Never Ends"

“Love Never Ends”

There are albums that come along and stir your soul in such unique ways.  That happened for me this spring when I first heard about The Corner Room, and in particular the album Love Never Ends

The Corner Room is the music ministry of Cahaba Park Church from Birgming, Alabama.  They have already produced 3 albums, including What Great Mystery EP and Psalms I.  The Scriptural focus of these albums…

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@hannahargyle

[freshbrewedlife]

Imen McDonnell | @modernfarmette

[popunkbuckybarnes]

adorable duck and pig creamers found at #thecornerroom #portland #portlandmaine

[uncoronae-blog]

Kneel {Ume and Hanamiya}

44.

"Play with me like a toy," Hanamiya chirped. There were two things wrong; one, he never said such things aloud, and two, he never chirped. But now, somehow, in some very, very strange way… He just wanted it. He swallowed hard and wasn’t sure whether he was doing this right or not - he decided to help Ume decide better on it by popping the buttons of his shirt open one by one. Unbuckling his belt, he figured it should do it, right? Surely the other male wasn’t going to miss on this opportunity.

"Did you hear me?" His tone got more commanding and demanding, which probably wasn’t the way he should be talking at the moment. Hanamiya pursed his lips and offered the other a glare of ‘I bet you can’t do it’.

[prxditor]

Asmo was deprived. If someone had asked just what kind of a deprivation it was, he wouldn't have known how to answer. Hunger, maybe...? He sort of lived on sex, after all. Or was it maybe sex deprivation, after all? Not sure whether there even was such a thing, he knew that no one was ever going to ask such pointless questions. However, ridiculous or not, his concern was real, and he had been having a 'dry spell', as he had heard humans put it.

Thus, it felt like godsend when he accidentally wandered past a school festival. Surely in such a place were men eager to get lost in their lust? Asmodeus narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips in thought, walked slowly around, wasn't sure if this place was even available for others outside the school. He supposed he'd pass as a student, after all, he had picked an appearance of a young male.

Feeling like this 'dry spell' of his would continue, he saw that. That was a host club (so he read from the sign), and as much as he didn't have the faintest clue what it actually meant, he thought it sounded tempting. With a smile on his lips, Asmo brushed back his hair (which was something he had seen men around his physical age do) and with confident steps walked to the room.

"Is this the host club?" Good, it sounded like he actually knew what this was about. "Can I get, uh... a host?" Was that how they were called? He shrugged to his own thoughts and brought his hands to his pockets.