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[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

So fun fact the word for "carpenter" is more properly translated "craftsman," which since Galilee/Nazareth are very rocky and trees are sparse means that Jesus likely worked mostly with stone (although he may have worked with some wood).

Anyway what if what really reminded Him of home was the inside of the tomb

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[m1nsur0]

A most precious treasure

[icepip]

ughh imagine having a heavy make out session with yuta and sitting on his lap and he just can't seem to get enough of you, constantly squeezing and gripping at your hips, pulling you closer and closer because he's so desperate for you. moaning and licking into your mouth, only pulling away a hair's breadth to fill his lungs with air.

there's this need that flows through both your veins and you just want each other. it's dumb and irresponsible — but fuck, you really don't want to leave yuta's lap.

you're pawing at his bulge beneath you, shaky hands trying to get it out, and he doesn't stop you. raising his hips to help you, yuta gasps when your hands wraps around his shaft. his head falls back and for the first time, you can breathe.

he's hot and heavy in your hand, velvety smooth and already beginning to leak, and you want so bad.

"please, yuta," you mumble against his jaw, rubbing your covered cunt against his cock. "i need you."

"c-condom." it's choked out, like it pains him to say. like you could've forgotten about it.

"just the tip. you can, you can just pull out."

yuta whines, a sound high in his throat, his dick jumping in your hand. he shouldn't. he couldn't possibly stop himself from losing control. you know this more than anyone else, but you want.

you push your shorts and panties to the side, pressing his tip to your mound. it's dangerous and far too tempting for both of you and it's no surprise when his cockhead pushes into your pussy.

[reineydraws]

pov ur kids just caught u making out with superman

there's this shot in dunmeshi's living armor episode where the party is peeking between slightly open doors into a room, and it pans from tall man laios all the way down to half-foot chilchuck. i thought it'd be fun to do it with the batkids, and then recreate the panning by making u scroll all the way to damian. :')

[jennrypan]

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[noodles-and-tea]

I might colour this later

[blueskittlesart]

may have spent slightly too long in eow link's house today. im obsessed with him

[you-askedforthis]

Katniss canonically spends more time thinking about Peeta’s kids than Peeta.

[paintedcrows]

It is imperative to me that Bill and Stan do torrid Duchess Approves roleplay and argue about character motivations

[anbaisai]

a special smile reserved for a certain someone (those high notes got me having idol au thoughts now)

[whenthewallfell]

~Frozen Pizza and Eggs~

[bronzealchemy]

⋆˙⟡ in which you try on calebs colonel uniform … and get caught.

you wanted to try his uniform on as a joke. it was supposed to be fun. and you were definitely not supposed to get caught by caleb, who walks into the room, just as you inspect yourself in front of the mirror, enjoying the view of the sharp lines of fabric on you. 

„I knew you had a thing for the uniform“, he teases with a sly smile. heat creeps into your cheeks, while caleb strolls leisurely into the room. 

„I just wanted to see why your attitude changes so much when you wear this. thought maybe there’s a curse or something on it.“ you start to unbutton the first buttons, when his hand reaches your wrist. 

„don’t“, caleb says. 

you furrow your brows in confusion. „why?“

there’s a dark glimmer in his eyes, while they go up and down your body. „I enjoy the view, colonel.“ 

you need a second to realize what he just said. then it clicks. 

he wants this. 

he likes it as much as you do.

there’s a shift in your mind. you raise your chin, looking up at him. 

„who gave you permission to talk to your superior officer like that?“, you say in a stern voice. 

caleb instantly lets go of your wrist, his eyes darkening even further. „forgive me for disobeying the orders. am I in trouble now?“ 

„you definitely are“, you say, as you give him a shove. he falls down on the brink of the bed, looking up at you with flushed cheeks. slowly, you let your finger wander over his neck, down his chest, which starts to rise faster by the second. he looks up to you, his purple gaze lingering on your face before switching to your body in his uniform once again. his tongue darts out, licking his lower lip.

you put two fingers under his chin and make him look into your eyes again. 

„I want to punish you“, you whisper. „for leaving me for so long.“

„then do it“, he retorts instantly. 

and so you do, as you sink on him, crushing your lips to his. 

[daiwild]

Artist miles, musicians gwen and hobie. I think Pav's artsy thing would be crafting/jewelry making/embroidery 🤷