#this needs to be a verse

[deltapelagicpetrel]

I'm relistening to The Silt Verses again and i cannot stop thinking of the Paraclete's Gulch as the St Kinga's underground chapel and the salt mine system surrounding it.

it's got:

underground water pools

various historical and/or religious carved statues

a chapel chamber

and so so so many tunnels

like. Is this not a perfect visualization of the Gulch

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Eddie, who becomes so in tune with Steve it’s actually crazy. Steve lovingly dubbed it as his “Stevie-Senses,” which Eddie loves and robin hates. Robin calls him a glorified service dog.

Steve’s blood sugar is low? Eddie brings over a juice box or a blue airhead.

Steve’s blood sugar is skyrocketing? Eddie nudges him and asks is he needs a correction.

Eddie even has the app on his phone that is connected to Steve’s pod so he can see where Steve’s levels are at even when they’re apart.

Eddie keeps the packet that Steve made for him on his person at all times, even though he doesn’t need it anymore. He keeps the needles, strips, alcohol wipes, and the monitor in a little pouch.

When Eddie is performing, he makes sure that there are a shit ton of snacks for him, as well as water and a place for him to relax if he needs to.

Steve has never felt so loved and so seen before, which helps solidify Robin’s endearment and approval for the couple.

[lostbluejayart]

[ "I am a lovely woman.

Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" - Jenny Slate ]

[lunacias]

but we'll never be rid of each other

[technically-human]

Misunderstandings part 1/3

This is what happens when you don't talk to each other, boys.

@i-am-as-normal-as-you-are commissioned this one, and as you can see, it will have three parts, so go thank Haunted if you like it!

[valtsv]

I FEEL LIKE I KNOW HER, BUT SOMETIMES MY ARMS BEND BACK

the silt verses, season 3, chapter 2 "its gaze shall fall o'er trembling plains" // fire walk with me (1992, dir. david lynch) // the silt verses, season 3, chapter 4 "and where once its howling forebears walked" // twin peaks (1990-1991, produced by mark frost & david lynch) // the silt verses, season 3, chapter 11 "this hateful hymn shall cease" // the silt verses, season 3, chapter 15 "of love, and gods' defeat" (part one) // the silt verses, season 3, chapter 15 "of love, and gods' defeat" (part two)

[endymion-in-stasis]

Little preview for my Faulkner cosplay hehe (I'll probably post the pictures in multiple separate posts there's that manyyy)

[orthodoxchristianity]

God answers difficult questions

Where was God when this happened to me?: He was there—He sees everything (Prov. 15:3)

Didn't He care? Yes, He did and still does (Nah. 1:7; 1 Pet. 5:6, 7).

How could a loving God allow this to happen? God gave His creations freedom of choice. He did not make people like puppets (Deut. 30:15-20).

Does the Lord understand how I feel? Yes, more than anyone (Is. 53:3; Heb. 4:15).

Is recovery possible? With God all things are possible (Matt. 19:26). Yes, He wants to bring healing to you (Jer. 17:14).

How can I be healed? Trust God to be faithful to His Word (Ps. 18:25).

Where do I begin? God hears you— confess your hurt (Ps. 34:17, 18). Give your hurt to Him (1 Pet. 5:7). Forgive the one who has grieved you (Col. 3:13).

Isn't forgiveness difficult? Yes, but what God commands you to do, He will equip you to do (1 Thess. 5:24). Realize that God has forgiven you (Eph. 4:32). Recognize that forgiveness is not the same as reconciliation-the former is something you are called to do; the latter is something that requires the offender's repentance.

Then what do I do? Don't take revenge— God will deal with the violator (Rom. 12:19). Look ahead rather than being controlled by the past (Is. 43:18, 19). Look for the good that will come out of the bad (Rom. 8:28).

When will I heal? Healing of deep hurt takes time (Eccl. 3:3). It is a process of:

facing the harm (Ps. 51:6)

acknowledging your feelings (Eccl. 3:4-8)

applying God's truth from His Word (Ps. 107:20)

working with wise counselors and caring friends to deal with ongoing hurts

*all credit to the Woman’s Study Bible NKJV

[floatmeintothesun]

NSFW; MINORS DNI

Thinking abt sensitive fem!reader who insists that she’s perfectly fine with being degraded, she wants it to happen, wants to experience what it feels like with Miguel. He’s hesitant, he dislikes saying things like that to his significant other even during sex but he does want her to explore on what she does and doesn’t like.

He’s splitting her open on his thick length slowly, her nestled firmly in his lap, his chest flush to her back. She’s squirming, gasping and trying to adjust as he carefully sinks into her, inch by inch.

“Poor baby,” he croons in her ear, big hands playing with her breasts, “dumb little whore can’t take all of my big cock, huh?” His hips snap up cruely, shoving the rest of himself deeper. She’s whimpering while he mumbles filthy shit like “you’re such a stupid bitch, can’t think when your insides are getting stuffed like this, yeah?” and “Want my cum? You'll have to beg for it, fuckin' slut" and all kinds of other mean stuff and she just cant help it :(.

She bursts into tears, sniffling and trying to wipe them away bc she’s trying to have a good time, but it’s all just getting really overwhelming. Miguel notices instantly — of course he does. He's immediately all over her, asking if she's okay, if she needs him to stop and pull out before she just shakes her head and tells him that it was just too much. he asks her what she wants to do for the rest of the night and she just asks him to be sweet.

sweet. he can do that.

he ends up spending the rest of the night pampering her thoroughly, making sure that she feels good and putting his own feelings second. soothing quiet moans with kisses, large palms holding her securely, gently -- anything she wants. miguel is nothing if not a thorough man, giving his gorgeous girl whatever she wants, however she wants. although, granted that doesn't mean he doesn't get off from watching her pretty face contort with pleasure.

[lil-vibes]

narinder pulls shit like this everytime they dare go on a crusade without him

[mossgoblins]

At least it tracks well with clients, so we’re looking good for next quarter lads.

[elysianightsss]

It’s not that deep, you’re not that dumb, you’re just drunk and wanting a good time with your girls. Your friends have been begging for you to come out and let go and this week has been so fucking hard you finally agree. Little black dress, and bright red heels with Prada perfume spritz on every part of you your friend said it ‘needed to go’.

This is what you needed. The music so loud you couldn’t think, just the right amount of alcohol to bring you that buzz without being totally black out drunk. Sweat clung to your skin as you danced your heart out in the shitty club, the air stank of Brittany spears perfume, spilt alcohol and coconut.

You looked sexy, felt sexy while you grinded on your friend to the beat and giggled about it afterwards while another friend came back from the bar with shots. You drank yours quickly, face scrunching up with the burn in the back of your throat.

“I’m going for a vape, you comin?” Your bestie whose name you’ve embarrassingly forgotten right this second offered and you just nodded. Saying yes was so easy after hearing no from work all week.

The fresh air was nice after the heat inside, but climbing the stairs to the third floor while drunk had you reconsidering. “Here.” A red apple ice something Mary was shoved into your hand for you to take a drag from. Though when she gets out another one from her bag you suppose the vape is yours now.

You feel yourself sway to the music that is still hearable from upstairs, the wind feels nice on your hot skin. “I need to pee, I’ll be back.” Your friend says loud enough that it’s not classed as a whisper and you just nod as she slides away, taking another drag while you stare at the city all lit up.

Maybe this right here is why they are always asking you to join them, the small moment of peace you’re feeling now. And after a lousy week it’s fucking serene to be stood on the top floor of a shitty club, a buzz pulsing through your veins and a nicotine rush making you a little light headed.

It’s perfect.

Until it’s ruined.

“Hello beautiful.” You manage to hear the words through the slight ringing in your ears. Turning you find a man staring at you as though he wants to eat you. He’s not bad looking, but the sleazy hunger in his eyes immediately puts you off.

“You new around here? I’m guessing you’re not mated, you’ve no alpha scent on you.” He says and you think the alcohol has made you hallucinate. Before your brain is even conjuring up an answer you’re interrupted.

“Get the fuck away from my best friend.” You turn to find your bestie’s face twisted angrily.

“Farah! I missed you. Where have you been?” Walking forward you hug her, suddenly like two wires have sparked you remember her name once more.

“I went to pee like I said.” She laughed at your clear memory loss thanks to the constant stream of sex on the beach and whatever shots your other friends had kept buying.

“Oh yeah.”

“Let’s go back.” Farah says holding your hand as she eyes the man who doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. She pulls you away with every intention of leaving. Texting the other girls that you were going home before she’s pressing the phone to her ear. You follow her mindlessly, her hand locked tight around yours while she waits for whoever it is to pick up.

She sighs with relief when they do, “Track my phone, there’s a rogue here and I’m with her.” You don’t understand what she’s talking about though you think the alcohol is fiddling with your brain and you’re sure she’d be making sense if you were sober.

There’s loud shouting on the other end of the phone, Farah hissing before she’s apologising for encouraging you out. “I figured it would be safe considering we’re on pack grounds.” More shouting follows before you’re bored.

“Farah come on I wanna go back in and dance!” You whine tugging on her hand. She smiles at you sympathetically before she’s dragging you down the last set of stairs and outside the building. A black suv pulls up right outside, it has a queasy feeling building in your stomach. Especially when two men get out and advance towards you.

“Don’t you look bonnie.” The one with a mohawk grins down at you. You don’t want to, in fact your brain is screaming at you not to but you preen under the words. A small mewl slipping from your throat when his finger tips glide under your chin tilting your head back just enough for him to look into your eyes.

You feel something snap into place as he inspects you, a string that was loose and dangling suddenly pulled tight. You’re so busy staring at this gorgeous man and his deep blue eyes you forget anyone else is there until Farah speaks.

“I’m so sorry I thought this would be safe. He shouldn’t even be on our territory. How did he get in?”

“We can worry about that in the morning. We need to get her back to the house before she goes into heat.” You look past mohawk’s shoulder to where the Mancunian accent is coming from to see a skull mask. Beautiful brown eyes surrounded by black. He’s built like a tank and sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Cmon lass, let’s get you home.”

“Johnny.” Skull man clicks his tongue at mohawk.

“Wha? It will be soon.” Johnny scoffs before smiling down at you. It’s then you notice you’re seeing double, your stomach gurgles and your mouth salivates.

“I think I’m gonna vomit.” You warn just before you bend over and throw up all over his shoes. The last thing you remember is some Scottish man swearing before the world fades to black.

[theorphicangel]

never shutting the fuck up about seeing miguel in those red plaid pants. it's early morning and you find him laying on the couch with a book in his hand and those black glasses balancing on his nose. but of course, the star of the show is most definitely the red plaid pants.

they hang low on his hips. loose fitting in the largest size possible for his thighs you figure. just at that thought, your lower abdomen rages with heat.

'are you gonna come over or just stand there staring at me love?'

his raspy, low morning voice chases you out of your own thoughts.

you clear your throat, attempting to hide your attraction but it's too late. in a similar situation, miguel's been stuck on the same sentence for over a minute ever since you walked in with nothing but his shirt on, no panties underneath too.

perhaps a...quick session on the couch was overdue.

[y-elleven]

the mental image of sae stressing in your kitchen at like 5am trying to not burn the pancakes he saw a recipe for a few days ago so he can surprise you with breakfast in bed is doing. things to me. once he gets it through his thick head that he wants to wake up with you in his bed for the rest of his life he is immediately trying to learn how to be your husband. its so funny bc he canonically is pretty clueless about things outside soccer. he will (try to) cook he will (maybe) clean he will (definitely) provide and one day he's gonna get so good at it that he'll be able to go down on one knee and ask you to marry him and he wont be scared or nervous anymore because by then he knows he can take care of you. but he's not like that rn. not yet. that's why he's slowly losing his mind, gritting his teeth while glaring at the stack of misshapen and burnt pancakes he's gonna begrudgingly eat later, diet be damned, while he slowly pours a new round of batter into the buttery pool of his pan. he knows you'd get on his ass for "wasting food" if you found out and like hell he'd let you eat something like this. he's used to waking up early but he has almost zero experience in the kitchen and he's about two more failed attempts away from never following a recipe from the internet ever again. he's cranky and tired and a little overstimulated, but he'll keep going til he gets it right bc what is he if not a creature of spite? being in love with you can be such an inconvenience to a high maintenance guy like him, honestly. but the look on your face when you walk in on him stacking two wonky-looking pancakes makes him want you to inconvenience him forever

[technically-human]

Charles vs Charles

@i-am-as-normal-as-you-are has once again commissioned me for the Reverse Verse, and this is only part 1, so expect more comics soon!

[valtsv]

the silt verses listening experience