#intongues

[monteleerice]

Knowing God through the foreign

Let us not be dull in heartBut quick to know ChristRisen in the presence ofOthers different from us inTongue, colour, and culture. For blessed be GodWho makes himself knownIn the many tonguesOf Your Spirit,Open our earsTo your WordThrough our differences. We pray this FatherIn the name of ChristWho with Your Holy SpiritReigns with you; One GodNow and forever.Amen.

[ll-moza-ll]

Will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips? Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips? Will your lover caress you the way that I did?

Joji

[chefboiyardii]

Song of The Day

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[kroniskung]

[drlexus22]

CAN YOU HEAR IT?

[cracked-polystyrene-man]

will he - joji - - - - - - - - - - - - #joji #cover #filthyfrank #georgemiller #intongues #guitar #sing

[urz4ever-blog1]

They call me a bitter fuck

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[affirmationtrain]

Meditation has three levels. The first level is when you quietly ponder over the Scriptures, speaking and muttering them under your voice. At this level, it’s quiet; someone close to you may not even hear you; however, it drives the Word deep into your heart. The second level is when you speak the Word aloud, not for the benefit of those who may be present with you, but for your own benefit. In fact, you may be in your room, or any private place, but you’re talking the Word out loud, causing it to gain the ascendancy in you, and drown all negative thoughts. The third level of meditation is actually the highest level, and that’s our focus in today’s study: it’s meditation with celebration. It’s when you shout or “roar” God’s Word in celebration of your victory. It’s likened to the roaring of a lion at his prey; a roar of joy and celebration: “Their roaring shall be like a lion, they shall roar like young lions: yea, they shall roar, and lay hold of the prey, and shall carry it away safe, and none shall deliver it” (Isaiah 5:29). At the third level, you’re shouting the Word in celebration because you know that you’ve got the victory! Come what may, nothing can take it away from you! You know that you’re more than a conqueror; an eternal victor in Christ Jesus! Practise this. Kindly Follow @affirmation_train #meditation #dailymeditation #different #speak #intongues #heaven #team #affirmationtrain #bringing #you #the #word #lights #inspired #illuminations #superman #superwoman #signs #gospel #supernatural #wondersoftheworld #heavenly #everything #supernatural https://www.instagram.com/p/B39CLUegxKL/?igshid=1n1uw6hdb9g7f

[ofgoodmenarchive]

Blighted Empire: 8.5

Bound by Light

Something was different.

Something was out of place.

Identifying the source of this unease was a sluggish, difficult task. Evallan attempted an intake of his surroundings, listing each detail in his mind.

Immediately he knew whatever his location, he was safe. Wrapped in blissful warmth and comfort, the world muffled by layers of blanket and a pair of strong arms. His sleeping companion was no mystery- Dorian had allowed him into his bed, no? Even if that memory eluded, the hint of fire and sweat was significant on its own.

Yet there was certainly something amiss.

  We did not fall asleep like this.

  He would not allow it...

Nor just that- beyond Dorian's smokey aroma the room smelled quite different from what it had. One grows accustomed to the damp within the tower, a dingy cloud lingering in every hall. It was a scent you only remember in its absence- and it was absent now- as absent as his clothes. Evallan appeared to be wearing nothing and Dorian was equally under-dressed, bare skin pressed to bare skin.

Startled, he lay stiffly and burned, trying to fathom his predicament. Eventually he realised the room was lit far brighter than Dorian's- where a window had been bricked. The ceiling here was spacious and a soothing breeze whistled through an out-of-sight opening, all fabrics and carpets dyed warm, luxurious shades.

  It is me.

  I am the thing out of place.

Though it wasn't terribly surprising. Cut off from the Fade, theoretically Evallan should no longer dream. Except in order to survive, he'd connected to something else- some place. With nowhere else in reach, his dreams brought him here.

Understandable. Evallan could even describe himself as grateful- almost.

Still- this timing was highly inappropriate.

Dorian's breathing was languid, tickling the side of his neck. Biting his tongue not to make a sound, Evallan scooted ever-so-carefully from the bed, determined to roll away and onto his feet without waking the man.

Luckily there was a robe hanging from the headboard. He slipped into the thin fabric, satisfied it at least covered more delicate areas. Not that it mattered- the true owner of this vessel was obviously comfortable to be seen by Dorian in such a way. It was just that Evallan found himself feeling rather intrusive.

Aimless, he padded around, blinking at paintings in the dim light, or frowning at books with titles he'd never heard of. After some time he settled at the writing desk and perused notes, finding most to be personal logs. Written by something akin to his own hand- his actualhand was clumsier in any language, than the careful Dalish script he poured over now.

The writing style was at least familiar; direct, to the point, sparing no time for frivolous detail but listing everything of importance in practical fashion. Yet he could make no sense of the information, lacking proper context for the endless descriptions, names, doodled maps...

Evallan debated searching out Amrallan's letters once more but never came to a decision.

  “Mmn...Amatus...? Come back to bed...”

He froze, anxiety rendering him mute. Dorian's hand grasped at sheets, displeased by their emptiness. Since Evallan was unable to think of a response, the grumbling continued;

  “Alright...either come back to bed or close the bloody balcony.”

At first he was lost- then recalled that gentle breeze. Indeed nearby was a balcony door, left ajar to reveal snowy mountains. Even in this life, his other self must find these quarters stuffy, needing a draft to counteract. Not having the same issue, Dorian required his partner to heat their shared bed.

Stepping towards the balcony, Evallan swung it closed and flipped the latch. He returned to the desk then and sat tensely, brooding at his knees.

After a short bout of silence, Dorian sighed with dramatic misery.

  “...It'll be one of those nights, will it? I see how it is.”

Not really comprehending, Evallan observed from behind his hair. Dorian unfurled from the bed and instantly he looked away, cheeks flushed and lips thin.

  “Bloody cold!” Thank the Gods for small mercies- Dorian also acquired a robe, saving Evallan from the shame of fighting with his own gaze.

To an extent, at least.

  “So...what is it keeping us awake tonight, hrm? Orlais, the Chantry? Or maybe someone's just not doing their job?”

What to even say? Should he announce himself? Should he simply act as though nothing was wrong? While he thought and Dorian spoke the man also meandered for him, stretching and yawning, perfectly relaxed.

  “Or, you're not...did you have a nightmare...?”

Thinking of his existence as a nightmare almost made Evallan laugh. He held himself.

Dorian's shadow fell over him, the other mage bending to his level with a sigh.

  “Evallan...don't ignore me, now.”

Lips brushed against his and he seized, fingers clutching to arm-rests.

  “...O-oh.” Dorian jerked back, laughing. “I-I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you at first.”

Aware his face was several shades of red, Evallan lifted it for Dorian to see.

  “...At...first?” He hiccuped, forced composure. “How can you see any difference?”

The Tevinter snorted, leaning upon the table.

  “Well, no offence to you at all, of course, but my Evallan doesn't tend to look around himself like a scared rabbit-” Choking, he hastened to add. “Not because of your ears- or anything! Your- your eyes. You stare around like a cornered mouse, or something. That's all I meant. Your ears are perfectly normal.”

Perplexed but not taking it as an insult, he nodded, considering-

  “...That is not how you have described it to me before.”

  “Oh?” He seemed amused by that, chortling. “And how did 'I' describe it before?”

  “You said I scowl with only my eyes.”

This inspired peals of hilarity from the man- a calming sound. It gladdened Evallan to hear the same laughter he knew so intimately.

  “Well- yes,” Dorian breathed out, wiping his eyes. “It is that- but behind the scowling- it's obvious you're quite terrified.”

Evallan's spine firmed, corner of his mouth tugging downwards.

  “I am not afraid.” He stated in defence.

  “Oh, forgive me,” Dorian rolled his eyes, teasing. “Distraught then, or stressed. Are those more appropriate descriptors for your terribly masculine ego?”

He bit the inside of his cheek to avoid sniling, muttering only-

  “Yes.”

Which caused Dorian to roll his eyes again, though Evallan noted how affectionately he was regarded between these jabs.

  This must be difficult for him...

A strange thought- not because of its content. Thus far it was the only internal dialogue he discerned as 'shared' between him and the quiet presence whose life he'd invaded. He was doubly compelled to express the sentiment, mumbling-

  “I...am sorry. This must be very strange for you.”

  “Ah, well...” Dorian shrugged, forcing nonchalance. “It's probably awful to say aloud...but I think I would be more upset if you had no idea who I am. Luckily, even when you're speaking intongues or drawing diagrams on the walls...you always seem to know me, so...”

  “I still...cannot imagine that being so much of a comfort.”

  “Well...” He paused with a sense of apprehension. “He is...still in there, isn't he? He just won't remember what we talked about. Or at least...that's how he explained it.”

  “I hear his thoughts sometimes,” Evallan was quick to confirm, wanting to reassure. “I do not believe he 'goes' anywhere as such, no...”

  “Good- that's. That's good.” Though he tried to seem unswayed the relief was obvious in his posture, relaxing with a huff.

  “It really is you in an awkward situation here,” Dorian began again, snickering “I imagine waking up naked in another man's bed without alcohol to blame, was- wait, do you drink? I suppose you might.”

Evallan shook his head.

  “No, I thought not. Well, my point stands then.”

Pondering it over, Evallan shook his head a second time.

  “It is fine, really. We fell asleep in a similar arrangement, only, I, ah...both of us were clothed.”

  “Oh.” Dorian snorted into his hand, stifling amusement- then abruptly straightened. “Wait a second! Does that mean you took my advice?”

He blinked, not comprehending.

  “Your advice...?”

Sighing at Evallan as if he were the slowest man in any universe, Dorian conveyed;

  “I told you to find me, remember!? To hold onto me?”

  “O-oh-” Recalling, his face overheated. “I...Yes, I did follow that advice- but I...I forgot where I heard it, I think.”

  “Typical!” He scoffed, full of exaggeration. “I don't get credit for anything.”

  “You can have that credit now, if it means so much to you.” Evallan joked automatically.

  “Careful, now,” Dorian chuckled, flashing a grin. “You don't know what sort of 'credit' I might ask for.”

He must have looked strange- for certain Evallan knew his mouth had fallen open slightly. Seeing this Dorian became apologetic, spluttering and waving his hands.

  “Maker, my stupid mouth! It's easy to forget um...different stages of familiarity, and all that?”

  “I-I understand.” He choked on a nervous laugh. “It is fine, really.”

  “Well...” Dorian gestured around himself. “This is still your room, as far as I'm concerned, and it's a tad late for a tour of the castle. How about we go back to bed, and you can have a little rest before you're whisked off to whatever blighted world, hrm?”

  “I would not mind that.” Evallan muttered, then tugged at his robe. “But...can we put on clothes?”

Dorian cackled at that, nodding.

  “That would feel more appropriate, no?” He strode to a dresser, waving Evallan to follow. Once he'd done so, Dorian patted the top with a smirk.

  “This is where you keep your clothes. It's actually the third time I've shown you.”

  “The third?” Evallan perked a brow. “I do not remember the other times.”

  “Yes, well...I say it was 'you' in a very...general sense.” His voice tilted between sadness and humour, though the sincerity of his smile never faltered. Encouraged but still skittish, Evallan dragged open one of the drawers and simply stared. In his reality he owned maybe three sets of robes, nearly identical. Looking at the plentiful folds of rich fabric, he couldn't imagine how this other self managed to dress himself in the morning.

  “Need some help?” Dorian offered, leaning into his side.

  “I only wanted some underclothes.” He ground out, massaging his forehead. “There is so much here...it is giving me a headache.”

Not an exaggeration- rooting around in these belongings provoked a throb in the centre of his skull, close to unbearable.

  “I don't think it's that- you're looking somewhat green.”

A hand steadied him and Evallan braced against the attached arm with a grunt.

  “I think...I am...” Incapable of completing a sentence, apparently. All at once his strength dissipated and he slouched into Dorian, who was steadfast in catching him.

  “There he goes-” He heard the Tevinter mumble into his hair, holding close. “Don't worry, I'm here.”

His voice was the last thing Evallan heard, his careful touch the last thing he felt.

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[alfaceana]

Caricatura do então falecido personagem Pink Guy, que agora está vivendo apenas nos nossos corações... 🥺 . Caricature of the late character Pink Guy, who is now living only in our hearts ... 🥺 . R.I.P 1.500 a.c - 2017 ⚰ . As lendas contam que ele voltará. 🙏 . Legends say he will return.🙏 . . . Joji i luv u, you are the pusi for the boss. 💖💘💕💞 . . . ~alface 🥬 💞 . ~lettuce 🥬 💞 . . . . (Eu tenho um TikTok, olha lá, 0 pessoas importam dkskskskkssk) . (I have a TikTok, look there, 0 people import dkskskskkssk) . 🐦Twitter @Alfaceana1 . Tumblr @alfaceana . Hastags: #pinkguy #filthyfrank #joji #jojimiller #georgemiller #rising #jojimemes #ballads #jojimusic #jojiedit #jojiaesthetic #jojiedits #jojivlogs #papafranku #memes #sushitrash #pinkguymemes #dankmemes #filthyfrankmemes #headintheclouds #slowdancinginthedark #jojifanart #meme #jojimeme #jojirun #intongues #jojifan #jojifanpage #filthyfranktv #l4l (em Indianópolis, Minas Gerais, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCy6HxUHSlW/?igshid=1xnguxyrauozf

[veinofsunshine]

GUYS!!! JOJI'S EP IN TONGUES DROPPED TODAY AND ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! Do yourself a favor and check it out please!!!! @sushitrash #88rising #intongues #EP #joji

[seokjxnnie]

id say do the butler one, because its like black butler and he gets to have sex w y/n his "mistress." adressing her as m'lady, and instead of bratty, she has her way with "words" presumbably like a vixen. a sweet and intoxicating one. there's power disputes, but in the end she gets her pussy abused, her throat strangled, and her womb fulfilled. really dark ans filthy shit y'know? sumn different,its not soft atall, itsgrusome, itsangst, itsconflicting, its addicting. likepoets fighting intongues.

i mean i got a lotta shit, concepts and stuff involved i cant write atm. so why not give you these ideas and stuff. you're amazing in what you do, i have a habit of seeing vrene, so yeah. i dont know where ur fanfic game went, was gonna look at the list. yk, uh reccomend a tae soft moment. where he feels loved for once, a moment where she holds him close, runs her fingers thru his hair, giving him something hes never had before. my bad im spamming, ur writings give me comfort.

asdfgfds you’re so cute anon thank u for spending time sending this in and talking to me 🤧 you’re also a whole freak goddamn 😳

i’ve never watched black butler! but i personally like the idea of sub/brat!reader bc i’m a sub/brat in my fantasies and thus i like writing about it haha...hha...

and also i ended my fanfic game bc i take a long time to write anything and i couldn’t catch up with the asks being sent in 😅 thank u for ur vote and for ur ideas tho! i’m rly so flattered u trust me so much :’))))))

[affirmationtrain]

The food for the human spirit is God’s Word. Jesus said, “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God” (Matthew 4:4). Whilst God’s Word makes the human spirit come alive—buoyant with faith, hope and love—unwholesome words poison and destroy the human spirit. The effect of feeding on wrong information in the life of a Christian may not be seen overnight; but with time, such a person gets weaker and weaker spiritually. Before long, he’s no longer as fervent in spiritual things as he used to be. Then, his life takes a completely different turn from God’s original plan. Give attention to the right information. Fortify and energize your spirit for success with God’s Word. The forces of life are domiciled in your spirit; as you feed your spirit with the Word, you’ll be able to produce every good thing you want in life from within you. Jesus said, “A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things” (Matthew 12:35). ~ Pastor Chris Oyakhilome. . Kindly Follow @affirmation_train #ministry #different #speak #intongues #heaven #team #affirmationtrain #bringing #you #the #word #lights #illuminations #superman #superwoman #signs #gospel #supernatural #wondersoftheworld #heavenly #everything https://www.instagram.com/p/B31BioqgbLl/?igshid=n5abb4d8ly5z

[rinsartcafe]

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[possumisprime]

ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO https://empire.lnk.to/intongues

[paatrishaa]

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