#matthew 1:1

[walkswithmyfather]

Matthew 1:1, 17 (NIV). “This is the genealogy of Jesus the Messiah the son of David, the son of Abraham: Thus there were fourteen generations in all from Abraham to David, fourteen from David to the exile to Babylon, and fourteen from the exile to the Messiah.”

Romans 8:15 (NLT). “So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.”

2 Corinthians 1:21‭-‬22 (NLT).“It is God who enables us, along with you, to stand firm for Christ. He has commissioned us, and he has identified us as his own by placing the Holy Spirit in our hearts as the first installment that guarantees everything he has promised us.”

“A Promise Kept” By In Touch Ministries:

“God has been transforming lives throughout history and will do the same today for anyone who trusts Him.”

“The first chapter of Matthew’s gospel records the lineage of Jesus. Starting with Isaac, the miracle child born to Abraham, there are 42 generations until the universe-altering event of the Savior’s birth. Among the names listed, there are schemers, prostitutes, murderers, kings, and idol worshippers. Many of these men and women had their lives transformed by God and, by His miraculous workings, were given a place of honor in the ancestry of Christ.

The same God who orchestrated it all is the one who promises us eternal life through His Son Jesus Christ. The Bible records God’s faithfulness in keeping promises made to us, His children. He has reassured us that we who are born again have a place in His family (Romans 8:15). And the Holy Spirit has been given to us as a pledge, ensuring we will receive our eternal inheritance (2 Corinthians 1:21-22).

We need only enter into a personal relationship with Christ. There are no additional specifications to meet, and God’s blessings belong to us the instant we become His children. Our Father has promised, and we can count on Him.”

[shittalkerxox]

I like to think that even though people don’t know that Matt is Daredevil, there’s still a general consensus among anyone who knows him, (and a fair few people who just recognise him from when he put Fisk in prison those two times and from Frank’s trial,) that he HATES Fisk. New York found out Fisk was Mayor and the first thought was; “Damn, if Daredevil was still around, he’d probably go insane.” And then it’s “Shit, someone should go remind that lawyer that murder is illegal.”

[daily-new-testament]

Matthew 1:1

Βίβλος γενέσεως Ἰησοῦ Χριστοῦ υἱοῦ Δαυὶδ υἱοῦ Ἀβραάμ.

Book of origin of Iēsous Christos, son of David son of Abraam.

Notes:

Βίβλος: technically "papyrus bark," with the implication of a sheet or scroll made of such bark. Typically translated "book" due to the importance of books to Christian scripture.

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γενέσεως: a word related to γίγνομαι ("to become"). Here translated "origin," but could be taken as "beginning, source, age, generation."

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Χριστοῦ: I have chosen to transliterate Christos rather than translate it. The word properly translates to "anointed" but does seem to be a specific title associated with Iēsous, rather than a general adjective or epithet, so I prefer to leave it untranslated here.

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**on names**

I have chosen to transliterate names for this translation project (Iēsous for Jesus, etc.) rather than use the conventional modern English forms.

[kingofscoops]

Yellowjackets 1.06 Saints • 1.08 Flight of the Bumblebee

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . CUMMING FROM KISSING

WARNINGS : HEAVY MAKE OUT SESSION. TEASING. SUB!MATT. DOM!READER. CUMMING IN PANTS.

your legs were on either side of matt—your body resting itself on his thighs as one of your hands gripped his face. the other tangling itself in the locks of his hair.

matt’s lips were connected to your own, tiny whimpers muffled by your tongue sliding past his lips and into his mouth. you’d both been at this for a while now. both your breaths growing ragged with each minute that passed, the tension growing stronger every time your tongue swiped along his bottom lip.

you didn’t let up.

you kissed him harder every time he pulled away to catch his breath. capturing his bottom lip and sucking on it before you dove back in, absolutely devouring him whole. your tongue would run over his, teeth grazing and nipping at his bottom lip.

his hands were on your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he didn’t know what to do with them. poor boy wanted to move his hands everywhere, but he was so lost in the way you kissed him that he couldn’t help but to just hold you closer to him.

suddenly he pulled away, his head dropping back against the cushion of the couch for half a second and you followed, dipping down to kiss along his jaw. “you sound so pretty baby, you know that?” you murmured against his skin—letting your tongue run along the column of his neck as you went further down.

matt swallowed hard, his hands tightening on your waist, like he couldn’t find the words for how it felt—just you in his lap, kissing him like no tomorrow. and god did it feel good.

it wasn’t long before you dragged your mouth back up to his and kissed him again, slow and deep, letting your hand slide up to cradle his jaw once more—your thumb brushing across the flush of his cheek. “mama.” he whined into your mouth quietly before his whole body suddenly tensed beneath you. his thighs twitched as you felt his hips buck up into you.

he pulled away again panting, his eyes closing as his hips ground up against you—his body shaking. and that’s when you felt the way his pants became damp and you looked down, watching as a small wet patch formed on the front.

he had came just from kissing you.

“aw.” you whispered, grinning as you ran your fingers through his hair, looking at the way his body moved to ride out his high. “you’re such a mess for me, baby. came in your pants just from making out?” you teased, shifting your hips forward, earning a high pitched whimper as your clothed pussy rubbed against his sensitive clothed cock.

his eyes fluttered open—glazed and unfocused, his cheeks a deep, burning red as he nodded his head slowly. he was still trying to catch his breath. “don’t get shy on me sweet boy.” you said softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “you look so fucking pretty like this.”

and he didn’t say anything—just exhaled shakily and dropped his head forward onto your shoulder as he just melted. his high finally coming to an end. you let him rest there, one hand petting his hair, and the other teasing slow circles on the back of his neck before you decided to speak up again.

you leaned your head down, placing your lips right by his ear as you whispered your next words to him.

“you can give me one more can’t you pretty boy? hm?” your teeth nipping his lobe. “gonna cum in your pants one more time for mama.”

a/n : oh i love sub matt btw if you guys didn’t know

[fadeintoyou1993]

TRAVLOT + murder attempts for @bandydear

[zengguos]

you know listening to jane explain laura lee's distorted mindset with her faith & relationship with death. and how they + the directors/writers formulated it with how laura lee sees near death experiences as a way of communicating with god. as well as how laura lee basically sees everything she's been going through herself in lottie, everything she looks for is encapsulated by lottie. not just the search for faith, but the "taboo" (as jane puts it) too...

so, there could be an interpretation that laura lee intentionally drowned lottie (with of course lottie knowing what is going to happen) during their botched wilderness baptism. due to laura lee seeing that as a way of communicating with god because that's how she got the answers, that's how she finally found her faith — in a body of water, drowning.

then lottie's survival instincts kicked in to over power laura lee's hold as she drowned. now coming out from the tranquil yet eerie peace of her vision into the danger of her reality. what happened was not a sign from god like laura lee thinks. this moment was harmful for both of them and doomed them because they projected both of their delusions onto each other.

they were looking for confirmation within each other for the experience they just went through, but both came out even more damaged.

like yes laura lee dooms lottie here by kickstarting the whole religious association within her visions and psychosis, but lottie also dooms laura lee the same way. she affirms everything laura lee believed in. from the distorted perception of her purpose in life, to what she thinks is going on in regards to faith/death and the power of the entity that god is to her.

this moment basically seals her fate (along with van's near death experience with the wolves & like jane mentioned jackie nearly being sliced by the plane strengthening it) with her getting in that plane.

this entire scene was not only a shared vision of their deaths; it was their shared doom and how they reflected each other (like the water they lost/found themselves in) as a whole — a true climatic point to their story arc.

(I really liked hearing jane break down some of laura lee's thoughts and motivations to make me think more on this scene again from both of their viewpoints not just lottie — oh our tragic saints truly).

[uhhhh-em-draws-stuff]

tarot

[caratarte]

DAREDEVIL 1X09

"Speak of the Devil"

[demidevildonnie]

humanformer doodles (first starscream and blackarachnia based on their tfa designs. the rest are based off skybound)

[pumpkinpiemotherfuckerr]

That's a damsel in distress if I've ever seen one

Criminal Minds| Season 1 Episode 06 | L.D.S.K

[its-sweet-like-cinnamon]

True Detective//1x01

[filmreveries]

“I don’t like this place. Nothing grows in the right direction.”

True Detective (2014) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . CUMMING UNTOUCHED

CW : SMUT. SUB!MATT. DOM!READER. CUMMING UNTOUCHED. AIR HUMPING. MASTURBATION (m receiving). PRAISING.

matt had never tried anything like this before—having you sit on the edge of the bed next to him while he was stripped bare and laid back on the plush sheets in front of you. sure he’s bottomed before, but this was…different.

when you had brought up the idea earlier to him—telling him how fun it would be if you made him cum untouched with just your voice coaxing him through it. he found it incredibly hot. but wasn’t sure if he actually could without being touched.

but now his chest was rising and falling like he’d just finished running a mile, not like he was just lying there with his cock twitching in the open air. his hands kept grabbing at the sheets, fisting them tight in his grasp, then letting go again like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“baby.” you cooed from beside him, reaching a hand out and brushing the hair back from his forehead. “you look so worked up already. and i haven’t even laid a hand on you.” you found it amusing really—how hard he could get just from you staring at him like this.

“i know,” he whimpered. his voice already shaky and he wasn’t even sure why—maybe the anticipation of what you were going to do or what you were going to say to him. “i—i can’t help it. I just—” he cut himself off, rocking hips rocked upward once like his body was trying to get ahead of him, trying to reach something that wasn’t there. but caught himself and froze—you hadn’t told him to do anything yet and he didn’t want to disobey you at all.

your eyes couldn’t help but to drop to his cock—the tip red and angry, pre-cum beading and sliding down the side of him. the skin stretched tight and glistening. he was throbbing, the poor thing was basically begging for friction.

you leaned yourself over and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. letting your lips linger for a few seconds before you pulled back and whispered to him. “poor thing. so hard it hurts, huh?” your tone wasn’t sweet at all. you were teasing—mocking him. but he didn’t care, he just nodded desperately. “it’s so much mama. feel like i—like i could cum just from thinking about you.”

you quirked a brow, a smirk spreading across your face. “oh, yeah?” you whispered, crawling just a little closer to kneel beside him now instead of the edge of the bed. you hovered over his trembling body, close enough, but not touching him.

“that’s how you’re gonna cum today baby remember? no hands,” you said, firmly. “no touching. just think about it. think about being inside me. warm and wet and tight—your favorite place to be right? c’mon imagine it, matty.” his breath hitched at your words. you could see it take hold of him instantly, his lips parting and lashes fluttering. his brain already jumping straight into whatever fantasy he started to think about.

you were silent for a few moments, just watching the way he became more flushed from his thoughts. but eventually you spoke again. “i want you to hump the air for me,” you murmured to him, the low tone in your voice making his hips jerk up. “just like that baby. imagine it’s my pussy wrapped around you yeah? how tight i’d squeeze you…how wet i’d be for you. how i’d moan your name while you fuck me.”

and his hips jerked again—this time he didn’t stop himself. the images flashing behind his eyes had his body buzzing. imagining you on top of him, your walls sucking him in deep as you used him to get yourself off. fuck—he wanted it so bad.

you moved yourself to sit back, propping yourself up beside him with your chin in your palm, watching him get lost in the fantasy.

“that’s it.” you praised—your tongue swiping along your lips as his body rolled up into the air. “good boy. fuck me, just like that sweet boy. even if I’m not touching you, it still feels real, doesn’t it?” he whined loudly, nodding just slightly, a gasp slipping from him.

his head fell back against the pillow, his curls sticking to his damp forehead. his hips continued to rock in a rhythm—slow, desperate thrusts up into nothing but the air. you could see the way his mind was racing with you—thinking about fucking you.

you found it adorable, watching how his tip was red and leaking even more now as he got off to just your voice and the dirty images he was creating in his head to it.

you hummed, your teeth biting your bottom lip. having him like this was turning you on, you could feel the dampness between your thighs. the way your panties we’re soaked and ruined just from this. “that’s my pussy, baby.” you then whispered, your voice a purr. “you feel me clenching around you? you slide in so easily don’t you?”

“f-fuck—yes, yes.” he gasped, his thighs starting to tremble as he continued to buck up into the air. you leaned closer to him, placing your lips right against him and whispering against the shell of his ear. “tell me how it feels, baby. tell me how my pussy feels around your cock.”

he choked on a breath, a small high pitched moan rising from his throat as his hips stuttered. “s’so good—s-so good mama. a-always so good, please..” he begging lightly, and he wasn’t sure what he was begging for. for you to touch him? to cum? it could be both.

you smile at him, reaching your hand down and ghosting your fingers near his cock, just to watch the way he flinched and tensed. like he was trying not to cum just from the simple act. “you wanna cum pretty boy?” you whispered, your lips still near his ear. you could hear how fast his breathing was, how close he was to snapping. but he knew to be good and wait.

and just as expected, he nodded frantically. “please—please mama. wanna so bad.” he begged now, your words seeping into his body and lighting it on fire. he was flushed, his cock throbbing and aching for the need to cum.

“all from humping the air?” you teased. “all from my words and your needy little cock. god you’re so desperate baby.” matt whimpered. his hands were gripping into the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. his stomach muscles were tight and twitching, his cock so red it almost looked painful.

you chuckled, leaning back and moving down to place a kiss to his chest. “you’re such a good boy for me matty. so pretty like this. making you cum just from talking to you.” you moved, placing another kiss on his chest, near one of his nipples. he whined, his back arching just slightly to push his chest closer to your mouth. but you pulled away.

“please mama—m’gonna—i’m—” but he couldn’t finish, his words broke into breathless moans as his thrusts started to get shorter and messier. his back arched more off the bed, his thighs straining as he chased the orgasm that you had been dangled in front of him with nothing but your voice.

you thought about teasing him longer—dragging it out and watching him struggle to hold it for you. but, you decided to take pity on your poor boy. deciding that he’s had enough and deserves a reward.

“c’mon then matty. cum for me baby.” you whispered, now shifting your body so your lips were brushing his cheek. “cum just from pretending to fuck me. show me how desperate you are to have my pussy wrapped around your cock.”

“o-oh—mama!—“ he moaned, and with a strangled cry, his whole body seized. his eyes rolling back as his cock twitched violently with a few more thrusts up into the air, spilling across his stomach—ropes of hot, white cum streaking up his skin, coating his navel.

you watched as he twitched—as more ropes of cum spilled across his skin. and you were going to leave him alone, let him recover. but you couldn’t wait. not with how pretty he looked right now.

so you leaned in, wrapped your hand around his still-pulsing cock—hot and slick and so, so sensitive—and started jerking him through it. your hand was slow at first, just milking every drop from the head of his cock as his moans cracked and turned to gasps.

but when your hand didn’t stop when he thought it would—he jolted like you’d electrocuted him. “n-no—wait—i can’t—s’too much—fuck—” he whined, trying to push your hand away from him. but you just kept going. “yes you can.” you purred, your eyes locked on the way his body twitched with every pump of your hand on his cock. “you’re gonna cum again for me, matty. one wasn’t enough.”

“f-fuckfuckfuck—oh my god—” was all he managed to get out with how sensitive everything felt. his hips bucking up into your hand but also wanting to retract. it hurt—but it hurt so good.

his cock throbbed violently in your grip. and you sped up—just a little. squeezing at the base before stroking up and twisting slightly at the tip—just how he liked it. and he tried to writhe away again, but his body was betraying him just like before. grinding up into your hand with his mouth hanging open.

you noticed the way his stomach began to tighten, how his cock twitched and throbbed in your hold told you he was close to cumming again. so you sped up more, squeezing just a little firmer, trying to drag it out of him. “that’s it, baby. let it out. make a mess for mama again. know you can.”

and that seems to do the trick. his voice broke into a raw, wrecked moan as he came again—even harder than the first time. his body shook as more cum spilled out in weak, twitching spurts, painting over the mess already on his stomach. he was crying out your name now, slurred and wrecked, hips bucking into your fist even though it hurt.

after a few more pumps, you slowed down, your fingers now stroking gently over the flushed head of him. his chest was heaving. beads of sweat lining along his temple and his thighs and body twitched uncontrollably. his cock was still twitching in your grasp—red and shiny with little beads of cum still spilling from his tip. he was completely ruined from both the orgasms you pulled out of him.

before you or him could think, you pulled your hand away and brought it up to you, looking at the mess he made across your skin before bringing it to your mouth and licking the cum off your knuckles with a soft groan. matt watched, his cock twitching at the sight. “oh, matty,” you whispered, looking at him softly. “you came twice for me. just from my voice and my hand. you’re so good for me baby. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything prettier.”

matt’s face flushed again at the praise—he could barely speak. his eyes were fluttering, mouth half open, face blissed out. you had worn him out, pulled all you could from him. and now it was time to take care of him.

“c’mere sweet boy, let’s get you cleaned up okay?” you said, gently helping him up so you could run him a bath.

a/n : this is hot and i saw a p!link one time of something like this but it was just a guy and no one else.

[foggycatgarden]

[inthedarktrees]

Courtney Eaton as Lottie Matthews

“Doomcoming” | Yellowjackets