#Help in Suffering

[nathan-r-dooley]

Psalm 38 | A Prayer in Sickness and Distress

A Cry from Affliction “Lord, do not rebuke me in Your wrath,And do not punish me in Your burning anger.For Your arrows have sunk deep into me,And Your hand has pressed down on me.There is no healthy spot in my flesh because of Your indignation;There is no health in my bones because of my sin.For my guilty deeds have gone over my head;Like a heavy burden they weigh too much for me.” The Weight…

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[enigmaris]

Captain Marvel overhears some of the heroes in the Justice League talk about how weird it is that he is the only major hero who hasnt brought in a child protege.

Worried about the threat to his secret identity, he goes to the one person he thinks can help him.

"Hey Danny, wanna pretend to be Marvel Junior? I dont want the Justice League to think I'm weird."

Danny, who has been hanging with Billy as a fellow homeless kid in fawcett, looks up at the sky and thinks for a minute. Other than Billy, he doesn't like the JLA. In fact, he kind of hates their guts.

"That sounds fucking hilarious, count me in."

[shouyuus]

but see the double standard is that even though sae tries his damnedest not to make noise when you're sucking him off/riding him/pleasuring him however, but if you try to keep quiet, please keep your hands in the vehicle at all times and fasten ur seatbelts because you're about to have the vocal fry fucked out of you --

doesn't matter how long it takes, he'll go at it for hours.

he'll fold you in half, lock your knees by your ears and pummel into you till you're sobbing and sore and begging, till your voice cracks over his name, even though it's just a single syllable.

"'s n-not f-fair --" you hiccup, keening as he leans back to jackhammer into you from a deeper angle, his eyes half-lidded, his expression tamed into a fierce kind of placidness.

"don't ever try to hide your noises from me," he says, the words so low you almost don't catch them over the rhythmic smack of skin on skin, the lewd, heinous squelch of your raw, puffy cunt sucking him in each time he thrusts.

"s-sae please --" you keen over a particularly rough thrust, one that knocks the bed into the wall and you can almost swear you hear the headboard cracking.

you choke out a noise somewhere between a sob and a moan as he fucks you through the nth orgasm of that night, his pace never slowing, the end nowhere in sight. he only adjusts his grip on your thighs and watches you with a satisfied, slightly sadistic glint in his eye and says --

"mm... good. now louder."

[phibsies]

guys is it too late to spread my pixane adopting sora propaganda guys

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[count-pudding]

Arthur having a middle age crisis, and Merlin is just Merlin

I had a vision

[literarymerritt]

Thinking about Them 🥺

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[hehether]

Reverse! AU where most of them don't have no killing code, and Jason is a priest 🧍‍♂️

Vampire king Dick's dad was Edward Cullen Battinson trust me

[humbuns]

ray of light 🍀

[ghadasaftawi]

The Shards of Childhood

The city I knew, the one my children chased pigeons in and learned to ride bikes on, is gone. War, a cruel sculptor, has reshaped its once vibrant streets into a desolate landscape of twisted metal and shattered dreams.exclamation Buildings that held laughter and the scent of baking bread now stand as hollow shells, their windows vacant eyes staring back at a ravaged sky. Memories, too, lie fractured beneath the rubble. Gone are the echoes of children's games played in sun-dappled courtyards, replaced by the relentless thud of shelling. The familiar scent of jasmine, once a signature note in the summer air, is now tainted by the acrid tang of destruction. Each corner used to hold a story - the bakery where my daughter devoured warm croissants, the park bench where my son scraped his knee for the first time. Now, these fragments of our lives exist only in the fragile museum of my mind, a place where the war cannot reach, but still manages to cast a long shadow. Yet, amidst the wreckage, a flicker of hope remains. Like fragile wildflowers pushing through cracked concrete, the resilience of the human spirit endures. We, the survivors, carry the weight of this loss, but also the fierce love for our children and the yearning to rebuild. We will gather the shards of our memories, piece by broken piece, and weave them into a tapestry of a new future, one where laughter finds its voice again and our children can dream safe dreams, free from the haunting echoes of war

[krussyarts]

Alt version & close ups under the cut

[iwantmochisoup]

control?

[picaroroboto]

average Canto 8 moment