#from Him

[wiirocku]

Psalm 62:5 (NASB1995) - My soul, wait in silence for God only, For my hope is from Him.

[headkiss]

every time someone says “i’m sorry…. that i asked” to spencer i want to cry that’s my sweetheart 😭😭😭😭

[violenttendies]

Sometimes we just need to be a little bit delulu

[yourlovelyspace]

Or am I the only one? 💝

[pilarlovestrolls]

A weird idea I had where sans would have his own country and all the people living there are just sanses from different universes

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Off topic, but am I the only one who sees all the sanses from different aus as a species and not the same person???

I’m not sure why… maybe I watched to many sans au crossover comics, but my mind just, cannot comprehend the fact that there could be people who are an exact replica of them, have different personalities, and act INCREDIBLY different than them..

And this doesn’t just apply to sans… this applies to ALL main characters,

Maybe I’m going insane, maybe not, but when I see so many versions of sans/toriel/papyrus/alphys to the point they’re not really called their canon names,

I just automatically assume that they’re a species…

I had this one idea where I planned to make an au of UNDERTALE where the Earth is called “Undertale” and each and every single country is named off of an undertale character, ( Jerry would have his own country, unfortunately), and the residents would be ALL DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF THEM FROM AUS

I even decided to add my own au that I haven’t posted about, but have been DYING TO POST, which is called “RottingTales” read down here for details!!

Which is an au where instead of the monsters being, monsters, the main characters are the 7 humans that fell (Chara would likely be flowey), the rest of the monsters would be the others who have fallen underground, and the reason they have evolved like this is because of the magic inside of mount ebott (It’s also why they became weaker, because of the fact that they fell. And the magic explains why their souls are white and upside down.)

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NOW, BACK TO THE TOPIC

I drew a sketch of myself for this, it looks really bad…

Idek how this idea came about, it all started when I was looking at my old drawings and realized that I never even drew different things other than sans.. like, LITERALLY. My first oc was a sans oc! Half of my old ocs are JUST SANS…! No humans, no nothing, maybe a fnaf oc or two, but no, JUST SANS, (and 1 toriel), IT WAS ALL SANS

[chazmcfreelyhater]

cmon

[heathens-child-moved]

Aughhh I’m so pissedddd hehe, frankieee good night babyboy ❤️ sleep well faggots and whores and sluts

[2dami2furious]

For as hard as he is on his son, there is no doubt in my mind that if Jeff ever found himself in the same situation as George, he almost certainly wouldn’t have continued to arrest his own child

[wiirocku]

Luke 6:19 (NLT) - Everyone tried to touch Him, because healing power went out from Him, and He healed everyone.

[simons-temple-of-eros]

longing isn't good enough i need to PHYSICALLY BE HELD BY HIM i need to FEEL HIS LIPS AGAINST MINE why is this world so cruel and unfair as to keep me and my lifemate separated this way i am Going to Sob and Scream

[aretis]

[unlikelycliteratureenthusiast]

I love waking up to you like this, with the sheet pulled up to our waists, my arm around you, your hair all tangled in my face. A dusting of light squeezes through the gaps in the window curtains, gracing your cheek on the pillow beside mine. It plays in your hair, caresses your neck, and flutters down the length of your bare side. The feeling I get when you move against me is indescribable. Your skin. Your scent. Electrifying and calming all at once.

You never wake up before I do, leaving me time to admire your beauty. I have heard people say that they could watch the ocean forever, getting lost in the infinity of the waves and horizon. I feel that way about you. Forever I could listen to your gentle breath and watch the ceiling fan move the little wisp of hair near your ear.

Alas, you always wake, usually first with a slight stir of your legs. Then you take my arm, the one wrapped around you, and pull yourself closer to me until your back is against my chest and your feet tickle mine. I pull you closer to me still, kissing your neck just below the ear. This kiss never fails to finish waking you up, pulling you from whatever remnants were left of the dream you might've been in.

You roll over to face me, your chest against mine, our legs overlapping. Your hand comes up to stoke my hair as you kiss me, my hand on your hip. Morning begins as soon as you open your eyes. Those deep hazel eyes that I lose myself in. The eyes that I can find myself in. I kiss you once more before throwing off the covers and rolling out of bed.

Like clockwork, that is our morning routine. I love it. But this isn’t about our usual routine. This is about the mornings that start with more than a kiss.

This is about the mornings when you first stir and pull me close, pressing your hips against me. This is about the mornings when instead of just taking my arm, you take my hand beneath yours and direct my fingers down your neck, across your chest, to your waist. This is about the mornings when instead of a brief kiss on your neck, I place my kisses all over your body.

You slowly roll over to face me, the sunlight rolling across the incredible slopes of your bare body. My hand is in your messy, wonderful hair as we kiss. Your legs and mine are entangled, our toes warm under the sheet. Awe is the word that comes to mind as you, this beautiful person, climb on top of me, the lucky man. I love the way hair hangs messy in your face, tickling mine when you lean in for another deep kiss, body tingling as you guide me in.

It doesn’t feel hurried or hasty. It is slow and calm, a comfortable warmth only alluding to heat. This isn’t the fiery passion of the night before, both desperate to pleasure the other. It isn’t the reckless abandon of two lovers lost to the night. There will be no sore muscles or exhausted bodies when we are done. Instead, this feels like comfort, understanding. It feels like love.

You used to worry about how you looked when you woke up. You worried that you didn’t look **** without makeup, with messy hair, and the remnants of sleep in your face. But the truth is that I don’t mind if your hair is a mess, if sleep still dusts your eyes, or that lines from the pillow are imprinted on the side of your cheek. To me this is the epitome of comfort, the clearest way I can say that I want you. That I want you now, that I want you at any time, and that I always will. This is the time that I will think on as I go about my day, waiting to get back to you.

I love waking up to you like this.

~ Nathaniel Brenner

intimateheartconnections ♥️

From his perspective. Not my words, but still too amazingly beautiful not to share.

[audaciiae]

i need to talk more abt conall and nates fucked up imperialist relationship bc BABY.....

[poetfrancis]

Disappear

My love, now that we've seen the stars above,

It’s time to leave, my sweet dove.

To peace I go, beyond this sphere;

Farewell, my dear, I disappear.

A life barren lived, weary, worn,

The time has come, my love, I fear,

To bid farewell, disappear.

[justana0kguy]

2023 AUGUST 27 Sunday

"Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How inscrutable are his judgments and how unsearchable his ways! For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen."

~ Romans 11:33,36