#nard&b

[lesson-b]

[demetrius9636]

i absolutely hate being a minecraft fan cuz almost all critisms are from a. kids are regurgitating opinions they heard somewhere else and not thinking on their own b. adults seeded into nostaligia and just hate everything new added c. people who do not get game design or balance whatsoever which sucks nards when there could be genuine criticism but its buried under slop

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Delico daddies with a s/o who makes toys for the kids?

It was around lunch time when [Y/N] arrived for an unexpected, but not unwelcome, visit to the nursery. Dali was always happy to see them. No matter the circumstances.

He excused himself to go check on their meal, then after Dali came back into the nursery to check on his sons. Of course, [Y/N] was there, looking after them in his stead. Along with a new guest to their little enclave. “Who is this then?”

Raphael looked up from his new, crochet bear at his father. “[Y/N] said they made it for me.”

“They did, did they?”

He looked over to his partner who smiled bashfully. “Well, I had the extra yarn.”

“Of course.” Dali replied knowingly. Touched that they would make something, by hand, for his son. “He will need a name though. What shall we name him?”

“Hmmm…Bernard?”

“I think you mean Bear-nard.” And Dali laughed at his own joke.

“Look Papa look! My doll has a lace dress just like me!”

“Mine has a pretty hat. Papa, can you get a hat like this for me?”

“Eh..?? Didn’t you just get a present Elena?” Henrique reminded his daughter as the girls gushed over their new dolls.

One of the nice things about seeing one of the premier doll makers in the city, was that the girls got all the new doll designs before anyone else. Sometimes Henrique thought they got more out of his relationship than him. But when he looked over at [Y/N], in awe of their beauty and the way they beamed when the girls got so excited over their new creations, he knew that wasn’t true at all.

“I actually designed this hat from one my friend did for her new couture line. Shall I see if she can make you one?”

The girls, of course, squeal for joy. Loud enough to pierce Henrique’s ears. “You’re spoiling them….”

“I know,” [Y/N confessed, “but I can’t help it.”

“I know what you mean.” He agreed, seeing their excited faces. “You girls will have to be extra good until you get your hats though. No funny business from here on out.”

“Ok!” They chime together while fussing with their dolls. Like perfect little dolls themselves.

“I have a gift for Theodore.” Dino arched a brow at [Y/N]’s announcement over tea. “I would like to give it to him after dinner.”

Dino sighed. He cared for [Y/N] but their professional hobby in making children’s toys was just…odd to him. What need did children have for toys when there were perfectly good books around? “Theodore does not need toys. He needs things that will stimulate his mind.”

“I agree. That’s why I made him this.” A small box, seemingly out of nowhere, was then placed on the table. Different woods aligned in an intricate pattern. “It’s a puzzle box.”

‘A puzzle box? Interesting.’ Dino thought as he moved to inspect it.

“The goal is to get all the same shades on the same sides. It’s a manner of mathematics, memory, and dexterity to get it to align properly.” Dino scoffed at [Y/N]’s explanation. How hard could it be? “So, may I give it to him?”

His fingers play with the shape and moving pieces. Getting them to move with ease and slot into their new spaces. “Hmmm…I suppose.” This did seem challenging, and any Classico would thrive on a challenge.

By the time dinner came around Dino and the puzzle box could not be found. Both were locked in his office. His fingers gripping the toy so tight it might shatter. “How do you solve this damn thing?!”

The clock in Gerhard’s office struck 9 o’clock and he put down his evening scotch to get ready for bed.

He felt it was important to get a goodnight sleep. In order to keep a sharp mind and foster good health. A virtue he hoped to instill in his son.

As he walked down the hall, Gerhard heard noises coming from his son’s room. Nothing alarming, but louder than the usual quiet of the house. When he got to the door he opened it, just in time to have a small toy cannonball hit him in the chest. “What’s all this noise?!”

Angelico sunk back into himself, a fretful look on his face as he looked at his father. Not sure what to say. “Don’t blame us.” [Y/N] answered in his stead from their place on the floor. “You’re the one that walked directly into our enemy line of fire. Friendly fire is almost a given at that point.”

Gerhard grumbled at them and looked at the toy soldiers all over the floor. “What is all this?”

“[Y-Y/N] got them for me father.” Angelico answered.

“Yeah. And you’re scuffing up my paint job with those heels.”

He looked down to see he had accidentally stepped on one of the toy soldiers; too distracted by projectiles to notice his mistake. Luckily it wasn’t broken. “Well then, I’ll leave you to it.”

“You could stay you know.” [Y/N] offered. Starting to move the left flank up to their makeshift river. “We could use someone for the rear platoon.”

Gerhard looked at Angelico, who looked up at him so hopefully that his hands nearly trembled. And Gerhard gulped. “Well…just for a little while. Then you have to go to bed. And clean this up.”

His son grinned but nodded eagerly before moving his soldiers as well. Gerhard knelt down next to [Y/N] and moved a couple of pieces in an effort to play as well.

By the clock struck 11 o’clock, the three of them had constructed a navy battle as well out of paper boats, and no one near ready for bed.

[wesslan]

losing my MIND over here😭❤️

the duality of cards!tim (both sides of him are liars). go read “cards on the table” by @wesslan! hope u feel better king being sick is rough!

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Dawne: Hey Good look-

Bleiss: *Nards Him* Fuck Off, you Arc Wanna-be.

Dawne: *Clutching his family jewels, wheezing on the ground*

Eren: DAWNE- *Ahem* Miss Gele, I understand that my partner may be rude and egotistical, but provided no other context for the engagement-

Bleiss: He's got 'Bitch' Vibes all over him.

Dawne: That's- Fuck, ow - I said two and a half things, bitch!

Eren: Would you two Please refrain from cussing in my vicinity?

B+D: Fuck off!

Eren: *Eye Twinge* Pardon Me?

Dawne: Sorry Eren! Kinda suffering still- Ah-

Bleiss: Naw, I don't give a shit, Dishwasher.

Dawne: I REALLY Think you should reconsider- FUCK!

Bleiss: *Grinding a heel into his back* What? Just 'cuz you're scared of a pipsqueak masquerading as a maid I should be too?

Bleiss: Why'd it just get colder in here?

Eren: *Drawing her bow, sucking the heat out of the air* HELL HATH COME FOR YOU GELE, AND IT IS FROZEN OVER!

Dawne: EREN WAIT-

~~~~~

JNPR: *Holding Bleiss Back*

Jaune: BLEISS CALM DOWN! YOU CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE ASSAULT CHARGES!

Bleiss: THAT BITCH AND HER TEAM DESERVE IT!

_ACC: *Holding Eren Back*

Cadmine: Eren! You're Gonna Give us all Frostbite, Gurl!

Eren: I WILL NOT BE DENIED MY DUE!

[scaled-sheriff]

Haha you said B A L L S

" Sure did! Balls n' nards! Dick cock! "

[tedwardremus]

For the never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you ask game:

Lavender Brown 😍

What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Thank you giving me an excuse to blab on about Lavender for the character ask game!

When I'm reading Lavender fics I first and foremost want her to be a.) alive and b.) thriving, putting lipstick and blush over her scars and being a badass and whatever career she chooses (my headcanon is she becomes a social worker for the newly reformed werewolf affairs office - previously the werewolf registry). Her romantic life is alwys secondary to me.

But our girl is the best and she deserves a family and to be loved.

I did read a Charlie/lavender fic once, and I didn't hate it, but I was like, come on, Charlie, that's your baby brother's ex-girlfriend. That is weird? Like if my older sister dated one of my exes I'd be super confused. And hurt.

I also read a lavender/dudley fic, which was funny, but I really don't see Dudely having anything to do with muggles, and I like to believe if any of Harry's friends meet his relatives, they kick them in the nards.

I think I'll just go with my general distaste for pairing "good guys" with random Slytherins. I'm not saying it can't be done well. Just every time I see it done, the politics and personalities of the characters are erased, and the ships only exist for purely aesthetic reasons.

I just want Lavender to be happy and not take shit from anyone

[takemeorleaveme]

hi! so yes tagging your posts "anti-whatever" puts your posts directly into that tag. so as a buckt*mmy person, not trying to start an argument or be rude, but you said that you weren't sure how true that is so i wanted to confirm that that is 100% true. tumblr's tagging system is a complete mess. it would probably be best if you censored the tag entirely (like t*mmy k*nard, if you want to keep your posts out of the tag while still tagging your stuff for organization) so that us bucktommy girlies dont have to see negativity in our tag just like you probably don't want to see negativity in the b*ddie tag. i agree that a large part of this issue is that people do not know how to tag things properly and feel like they are forced to keep seeing negative comments about things they like, like people tagging b*ddie for you guys only to go on to bash it or when people tag buckt*mmy for us, only to go on to bash it. i think the whole "shipping war" thing is completely ridiculous and would be solved if people just stayed out of each other's lane and tried to a be a little calmer about fictional characters lol 💖 anyway, lots of love 💖

there we go.

[mattstrahm]

i think about so many things so much ?

i wish there was a way to talk about things relevant to this blog easier without straight up doxxing myself. i suppose with enough looking into it you could figure it out but i am actually trying very hard to not say too much, but i kind of do wanna pay attention to and talk about liiga hockey more and i kinda do wanna talk about the new outdoor sporting areas we're getting and such but like... i don't really even say i'm from finland anymore, it's kind of obvious, but it's not like in my bio anymore, nor is my name, which is very obviously finnish i feel. idk i don't like helsinki but maybe if i lived there i would feel normaler about posting about it.

i'm trying very hard to make progress on what i'm working on. i still don't know what the, like, etiquette is posting about something someone paid money to charity to get out of you. anyway. i'm writing so out of order and it's such a mess but i am getting words down which is the most important part i think. i'm waiting on something for easier research and i think i can start writing more in order after that and it'll be good. i also fear in the name of staying faithful to the vibe i am making the fucking D-plots of the whole thing too convoluted. oh well. i'll figure it out i'm sure.

i also saw a post about posting whatever you want and not being ashamed bc it's fanfic and you can do whatever and maybe from the things i've posted you can tell i believe in that and i also think... well. i don't really believe in anoning fics to hide that you wrote them, i tend to use anon as an extension of the artistic expression. if someone wanted to know about my anon fics i don't know that i'd have any issue with talking about them. but i think the works i have posted on anon work better and have more to say if you don't know anything about who wrote them. there's no additional context to consider, it's just the work itself. maybe that's silly. i just think writing some horny freak shit is just gonna get you respect in fandom circles more than anything. at least in my mind.

on smaller things, a buddy gave me their d+ login so i've been binging air crash investigation which is fun and also tumblr is recommending me blogs going "look it's a hockey blog" and then it'll be a photo of my boy enemy i picked up from wjc B( i don't wanna see that kid's face ever UNLESS someone is gonna write a fic with the premise of "he was such a dickbag because he has a crush on whoever on team finland and he wanted attention" then maybe i can forgive him for a moment... but as i don't think that's not happening i wish ry*n le*nard the worst !!

[nice-bright-colors]

Needs vs. Wants

I don’t need the answers to all of Life’s challenges. I can manage my way through if given the chance. I just want the answer that keeps me from getting metaphorically kicked in the nards every other day.

The only constant and guarantee in Life is: A) death; B) taxes; C) nut punch; D) all of the above

[transryanguzman]

it just dawned me - if people have b*ddie or k*nard muted are they not seeing any of my posts rip.

[dethbug]

love sucks nards irl. toki become real challenge

charles become real challenge

pickles become real challenge

hoffman b

[fordecree7]

THE BIBLE BOOK OF GOD

Song of Solomon 4

Solomon Admires His Bride's Beauty

He

4 Behold, you are beautiful, my love,     behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves     behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats     leaping down the slopes of Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes     that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins,     and not one among them has lost its young. 3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread,     and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate     behind your veil. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David,     built in rows of stone;[a] on it hang a thousand shields,     all of them shields of warriors. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,     twins of a gazelle,     that graze among the lilies. 6 Until the day breathes     and the shadows flee, I will go away to the mountain of myrrh     and the hill of frankincense. 7 You are altogether beautiful, my love;     there is no flaw in you. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;     come with me from Lebanon. Depart[b] from the peak of Amana,     from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions,     from the mountains of leopards.

9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride;     you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,     with one jewel of your necklace. 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!     How much better is your love than wine,     and the fragrance of your oils than any spice! 11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride;     honey and milk are under your tongue;     the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. 12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,     a spring locked, a fountain sealed. 13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates     with all choicest fruits,     henna with nard, 14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,     with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes,     with all choice spices— 15 a garden fountain, a well of living water,     and flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind,     and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden,     let its spices flow.

Together in the Garden of Love

She

Let my beloved come to his garden,     and eat its choicest fruits. Bible Book Of God-Song Of Solomon 4 Diane Beauford

[lboogie1906]

Bernard Wright (November 16, 1963 – May 19, 2022) was a funk and jazz keyboardist and singer who began his career as a session musician and released four solo albums.

He was born in Jamaica, Queens. His mother is Lessie Wright. His godmother was singer Roberta Flack.

He attended the High School of Performing Arts in New York. He was offered a slot touring with Lenny White when he was 13, and he played with Tom Browne at the age of 16.

GRP Records signed him in 1981 and released his debut album ‘Nard, tracks from which were sampled in hits by Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Skee-Lo, and LL Cool J. The album was re-released in 2001. He followed with Funky Beat (1983) on Arista and Mr. Wright (1985) on Manhattan Records. The latter of these albums included his biggest R&B appearance, “Who Do You Love”, for which a video was made that is featured in the title sequence of Video Music Box. In 1990 he released the gospel album Fresh Hymns, followed by Brand New Gospel Format (1991), and Fresh Hymns II (1992). He released an album with Sadao Watanabe, titled Go Straight Ahead’ N Make a Left, in 1997. In 2000 he formed a trio with Alfredo Elias and Damon Banks and released the album Back to Our Roots.

He appeared on recordings by musicians including Miami Mike Devine Pennington, Doug E. Fresh, Cameo, Bobby Brown, Pieces of a Dream, Charles Earland, Marcus Miller, and Miles Davis. After his recording days, he continued playing keyboards in Dallas, where he mentored younger artists.

He was married to Anita Wright for nearly 40 years and is survived by his three children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[thejesusmaninred]

"The Alabastron." From Mark 14: 1-9.

Next is the Fourth Day also called the Fourth Condition by the Talmud, meaning one way of the other, mankind must deal with the fact the Black Pillar of religious superstition is dissipating.

The Fourth Condition is the Ablative Act that follows the Third Day, called 749, zdat, "the heat of understanding." The Talmud likens the state of confusion and deliberation to midnight the Night Before, the Fourth Condition, the early day shift takes place an sunrise, which explains why the angels said there would be heat.

The following passages explain the Ablations or syntax for the Day After, the Fourth Day. Just as the Jews were told would happen the day after the Seder, Jesus goes to Bethany, to "interact with the houses of the oppressed and connect them to the rest."

What are the odds oppressed persons are going to reject the news that God wants to them be free from suffering and terrors from within and without regardless of their race, religion, gender, sexual orientation or class? No one sane would do that. Jesus was counting on it.

In the process we encounter the Field Excercises named by the angels in the prior frame. They are heavily encrypted but like all the parts of speech, they are ordered and modify each other according to the science of Gematria. We will identify the terms and their ablations after the passage:

Jesus Anointed at Bethany

14 Now the Passover and the Festival of Unleavened Bread were only two days away, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were scheming to arrest Jesus secretly and kill him. 2 “But not during the festival,” they said, “or the people may riot.”

3 While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head.

4 Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, “Why this waste of perfume? 5 It could have been sold for more than a year’s wages[a] and the money given to the poor.” And they rebuked her harshly.

6 “Leave her alone,” said Jesus. “Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. 7 The poor you will always have with you,[b] and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. 

8 She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. 9 Truly I tell you, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”

To be anointed is to engage in application. The application of the oil is the application of the Gospel Torah.

So the Gospel says Jesus is applied at Bethany where people need Him the most via the Passover Seder and the Feast of the Unleavened Bread, which began to impress upon people they do not need anything to know the freedom of the Self. We are born and must be leavened by all kinds of ideas in order to become self-sufficient, then we must dump it all and live the way we identify with the most. So to leave Egypt, slavery to rubbish, to an addiction, a job, politics one does not like, one must unleaven the mind. Not one foreign interfering manipulative thought or motivation can remain or accoring to Judaism, one cannot leave slavery.

To refuse to eat anymore rubbish is the reason the text says the teachers were worried about a riot. Freedom in the utmost, the kind the Torah teaches is also a kind of slavery as it has parameters.

Ex. Jesus said when two people get married they are of one flesh. That means promiscuity has to end. Marriage frees man from a great many worries, but the price is one must end all slavery to the pleasures of the flesh and become attached to those that are free.

There are persons and civilizations that cannot accept this. So they sit, they listen, they observe the Seder and the Festival, but quietly they riot and go right back to slavery. The promise God and the Messiah make is the Maha Shabbat is a permanent memory, one that cannot fade. This is the period at the end of our Ablation.

Rioters are represented by Simon the Leper "Marked by a refusal to believe." Upon meeting them, Jesus reclines, meaning He came to support those lost souls and that is what He did. The angelic metaphor is not at all like the one in English. Jesus did not lower himself, He remained of the same stature. Rather He was not willing to give up.

Jesus persaudes the Beths to go with Him into death and as a token of marriage, a woman, the Shule presents Jesus with an Alabaster Jar filled with Nardostachys. The cure for leprosy which is white on the "clothes" because of heresy is an alabaster jar filled with sticky stuff, the love of the other, the end of the Ablation, which is eloquently explained:

"The point that Mark appears to make is that one's own will is not a factor of one's resurrection, and while the seed of the Logos enters via one's organs of intake (ears, mouth) to be duly process by one's mental digestive systems, the "sperm" (σπερμα, sperma, means seed; human seed is carried within an alabaster-white liquid) of the Holy Spirit becomes effective only upon one's death and completely inundates the receiver, merges with him and changes his core constitution from a physical being to a social being (the ovum that dies is merely a single cell of the great many cells that make up the woman's body, but a resurrected zygote is a single-cellular human, as much as a human individual as the whole multi-cellular mother is). Upon ovulation, the ovum dies, is expelled from the mother's vital body, and is well on its way to the realm of death and wastes. Like "a thief in the night" the Holy Spirit snatches the ovum off its natural trajectory to the netherworld and returns it to the light of day. All this obviously shares its many themes with the story of poor wood-cutter Ali Baba and the forty thieves (see Matthew 21:13, 28:13, 1 Thessalonians 5:2, John 11:38)."

From the evaporation of the Self from slavery through a pandemic of leprosy, one cannot be truly purified of the leavening of slavery until one undergoes treatment with the funerary herb, called Nard during one's true and final marriage to another person within conditions of nationalized freedom.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 1-2. The chief priests schemed to arrest and kill Him. The Number is 15258, juba, "drive up to your height."

"The verb יבל (yabal) speaks mostly of a flowing along some course, which of course requires the bottom of the course to be saturated and reject any further absorption. Noun יבל (yabal) means water course or conduit, noun יובל (yubal) means stream and noun אובל ('ubal) means stream or river.

Adjective יבל (yabbal) means suppurating (discharging pus from a wound). Noun יבול (yebul) denotes produce from the soil and noun בול (bul) means produce or outgrowth. Noun יובל (yobel) or יבל (yobel) describes "a carrier" or "a producer" or "something that drives a flow" (e.g. a trumpet, or the principle of Jubilee). Noun תבל (tebel) refers to the whole world-economy."

v. 3: A woman came with an alabaster jar. The Number is 12378, יבג‎זח, yebzach, "deliver humanity to purity."

v. 4-5: Those present were indignant. Why this waste of perfume? Freedom cannot be bought or sold, earned or taken away, it is in our nature. God put it there. The application of the Nard removes all delusion about how well man does once he is free. Nard is our best ultimate truth.

The Number is 12819, יב‎חאט, yevhat, "together we are an island that has been dried up of sin."

v. 6-7: The poor will always be with you. The poor are the perfume of freedom we cannot dispel. Jesus, filled with great compassion goes on to say we do not need to believe in anyone or anything to do right by the poor. The Number is 16650, אתו‎ן, "Ride the mare, the donkey, say you will do it."

v. 8-9. So she did what she could. Thus is the Ablation of the Gospel Torah. The Number is 13437, יגדגז‎‎ ‎, "this tickles God."