#the end of the age

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Pastor Hagee

CHAPTER THREE: The End of the Age

Featuring American pastor and televangelist, John Hagee  

When I left my apartment, I was starting to feel bad about taking advantage of John Hagee like this and was starting to examine the nature of my relationship with the 80-year-old pastor. I know I should hate these self-righteous types who spew venom in the name of their god. But my penchant for short, chubby men with big asses seems to win out when it comes to him. Plus it's awesome having Hagee caught in some embarrassing and hypocritical sin.

When I arrived at his $2.1 million dollar 7,969 acre ranch, I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. I could hear the loud chime echoing through the house. I rang it again and again. Hagee's wife, Diana answered the door and I lied about having a meeting with her husband. This wasn't my first time lying so I relaxed and followed to pastor Hagee's office.  As soon as he saw me, pastor Hagee feign happiness to see me.

"Lord, help me. Why are you here?!” Hagee said moments after his wife left the room.

I stared blankly at him, then down to my crotch, pointing at it and back at him again. I could see the pent up anger inside him slowly melted the longer he looked at me.

"Here to ruin me again. Use me like I was a woman!”

I couldn't resist anymore and hugged him, pressing my mouth to his. Just before our lips touched he closed his eyes and shuddered. Then our lips met and forced my tongue into the old man's resistant mouth. He didn't respond at first, but slowly , in spite of himself, he started to respond. Weakly at first, but then as I emptied my soul into the kiss he response became almost passionate. And the old pastor’s kisses became more passionate the longer we embraced.

“Have you been thinking about me?” I asked as began kissing his eyelids.

“Yes. I hate you.” The old pastor confessed as he looked away. His breathing was getting more rapid and I started to kiss his neck.

“Why?” I asked as I lifted up his shirt and sucked on his nipples, causing him to moan and thrusting his hips in the air.

“I told you! You ruined me! You made me gay for you,” Hagee said with his voice rising again in anger as I moved down until my face was even with his crotch.

“Hell, when I’m fucking my wife, I keep remembering getting fucked by you.” He said as I undid his pants, releasing thick, rock hard cock.

Then I closed my lips around his cock, Hagee started moaning as I tongued and sucked his thick dick. I loved sucking his dick and his moans were music to my ears. I wanted to devour him. As I continued sucking I began to rub his balls and thighs. His breathing was almost frantic now and I knew he was about to burst. I hated to stop sucking him, but when I felt the old man tense up, I knew that I must or he would shoot off.

Although I abandoned his dick, I didn’t stop giving him pleasure. I spun him around, spread his fat, slightly flabby cheeks and pushed my mouth against the rose bud of his asshole. Then as Hagee began to wiggle in delight, I started licking his asshole. It was tight, but not as tight as the first time when I had fucked the old pastor. My cock had stretched his old asshole enough that it would never be as tight again.

I still did have to work some to get my tongue inside his asshole. I loved the tangy taste of his asshole and the silky textures inside him. Hagee went crazy as I worked my tongue deeper and deeper into him. He started arching his back and bucking when I began to twist and turn my tongue deep inside his asshole.

“Oh, God! That was wonderful,” The old pastor said, when I stopped and slid up his body.

“You’ve ruined me,” He said, but there was no longer anger in his voice. “Completely ruined me.”

“Yeah, I’ve brought you out of your little closet." I said, getting even more pleasure out of humiliating the old pastor.

“I’m going to fuck you like you like you fuck your wife!” I called out to him as I reached down and grabbed my huge dick and began to masturbate it until it was hard enough to ram inside the old pastor’s tight asshole.

Hagee began shaking his head defiantly as I spit on the head of my dick. But he didn’t make any effort to fight me as I pressed the swollen red head of my cock against his old tight asshole. His ass was beautiful, round and plump. I grabbed his cheeks and spread them wider as I put more and more pressure against my dick until it popped into his asshole.

The old pastor muffled his cries as I leaned over and kissed the back of his neck as I drove my dick deep into him. Then I started fucking the old pastor hard as he braced himself againest his desk. He gasped for air, knowing he couldn't make any noise, I could tell by him looking back at me that he wanted it even harder. I fucked his ass until the shaft of my dick was lathered up. Damn this was good!

“See? You like it. You want it. You love it. You were born to be fucked like this!” I said as I got so much pleasure out of controlling him, of spitting my words at him, that I suddenly shot my load deep in his pretty ass.

Then, with cum still dripping from my dick, I quickly got next to his head and he immediately shut his eyes. My cock was looming in his face, Hagee opened his mouth expectantly and I lay my cock on his lips. I really expected him to object, but he didn't as he licked me over my cock head and down the shaft. I loved the feeling of domination over his will, I loved the soft rasping of his devotion on my cock as he gracefully wrapped his lips around my cock and sucked me dry.

Wanting to taste his cum, to feel his pleasure. I jerked my dick out of the old man's mouth and got back down between his legs and started sucking his dick for all I was worth. He moaned and hunched my mouth as I skillfully brought him closer and closer to a climax. Then just when I felt him tensing up I stopped sucking his dick, and grabbed it and jacked it.

Cum shot straight up into the air. Gobs of thick white sperm landed on his book shelves and photos. More struck his chair and floor. I was over him, licking him clean as he went limp. Raising to my feet to face him, Hagee eagerly kissed me for several minutes before I broke contact.

"Now that I've broke you in. Your totally mine." I whispered as I kissed him on the forehead.

“I still like fucking my wife. And I couldn’t bear the thought of having sex with another man. If I am gay, it’s only with you.” Hagee said, his voice shaking as he hugged me like he would never let go.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The End of the Age

by Aiden Wilson Tozer

Everywhere around us we are experiencing a great new wave of humanity's interest in spiritism and devil worship. I must take this as one of the signs that God's age of grace and mercy is approaching the end point. It tells us that the time may be near when God proclaims: "I have seen enough of mankind's sin and rebellion. It is time for the trumpets of judgment to sound!" If we are willing to add the appeals from the book of Revelation to the weight of the other Scriptures, we discover God saying to us that the earth on which we live is not self-explanatory and certainly not self-sufficient. Although the earth on which we spin is largely populated by a rebel race, it had a divine origin. Now God is about to enforce His claim upon it and judge those who are usurpers. He is saying that there is another and better world, another kingdom, that is always keeping an eye on the world we inhabit!

[saints-who-never-existed]

“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

[barawrah]

beloved

[awakefor48hours]

I just want to know how much these audiences overlap

Please consider reblogging for a larger sample size.

*If you don't know what qualifies as "watching" (ie you're not done or have given up on the show), if you've watched season 1 to completion, then consider it as you’ve watched it.

Edit/clarification: If your definition of "watching" doesn't align with mine, that's fine. Use your own definition if you want, the definition I added was just for the people who I knew were going to comment under this with "OP, define 'watch'"

[vaamiel]

Little group picture!

I think I'd like to do one of these for DA2 and DAI romances as well 🤔

[diornies]

playing pretend

[hitwiththetmnt]

Just a Number P1 P2

Gee Donnie how come you get to have two ages?

[l0ve-sicc]

[dragondawdles]

did a piece in the LU server's gift exchange ! something of survival and reunions and smug little shadowguys

[latenightsundayblues]

This idea came to me in a dream and it impacted me so violently i had to sit down for a while

Diana being ADAM'S daughter instead of Lawrence's. Financially struggling single father Adam. Trying-his-best father Adam. Can anybody hear me

[guardian-of-soho]

Aziraphale is a guardian.

We left him at the end of s1 with the knowledge that apocalypse was still coming. He'd saved the world for that day, but Heaven was still bent on destroying it. The ones with the power to burn everything were still inescapably loveless. It really looked like he and Crowley alone of all the Earth-walking beings would fight for the world.

And he loves the world so much. The opening scenes of him in the record shop, buying his Shostakovich 78s? The warmth toward Maggie and her music and her heart? The generosity, and the delight in the shared understanding, and the pleasure in the discovery that he could make her life better? That he could spare her pain, give her a little more time with her joys? He knows how fragile those are.

He wants to give that to the whole world.

He wants to believe he can lift the doom hanging over them all, banish it permanently. He is desperate to believe it. Even if he wasn't longing so fervently to be seen, approved, affirmed by God's word (I was so undone by his jealousy as he watched Job speak to her) -- even without that I can't imagine him not wavering at Heaven's offer, faced with the chance that he could use all Heaven's might to guard the world again and get it right this time.

And then he's offered that power with apparent warmth, and feigned approval, and the shameless claim that at last they understand. They hear what he's been trying desperately to tell them as long as he's lived in the world. They're telling him that he's finally made his point -- that they are proud he's tried so hard for so long.

So -- the ending is shattering. It is maddening. It's utterly unfair on Crowley. And I didn't see it coming, and yet.

Aziraphale is a guardian. He really will have to see for himself that power won't love what's good; there is no way to make the world safe forever.

[canisalbus]

Have you drawn Vittorio before? I'd like to see what he looks like pls.

Vittorio's design has given me more trouble than I expected, I'm still not sure if I'm happy with his looks. He's Machete's trusted personal secretary, a small and modest but resourceful and resilient man. I think he's somewhere in his mid 20's.

[intotheelliwoods]

You guys wanted to see some Raph, heres some Raph!

Masterpost

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 47

Hear me out. Amity Park gets shifted in universes slightly- maybe it’s from Pariah, maybe it was a wish, maybe they did so on purpose to escape something- and they end up in the DC-verse. The thing is, thanks to the media blackout and the shields, no one in the new universe notices. The Amityville Paekers know about outside, can go on the internet and leave whenever they want, but they’ve all become more than a little liminal. More than a little off. Movements too graceful, eyes too sharp, ears too pointed and teeth more akin to predatory fangs. Skin with a soft glow, hair moving as though underwater or being tussled by the wind- bodies seemingly unaging after a certain point. They’re so ecto-contaminated that they’re unsure they can even be counted as human anymore, and it wasn’t like the city wasn’t already practically self sufficient. Add in a portal or two through the Infinite Realms to get supplies to start a few fields or some fish farms and well, they’re pretty good. Sure it’s resulted in them using a mixture of modern and older money and having several extinct plants and animals running around but that’s fine. There’s magic in this world! Actual magic, that they can learn! And use? Oh this makes rebuilding after a sparring incident go so much faster! 

This results in the hero who stumbles across this place to believe they’ve stumbled across some sort of city of fae or elves. 

[kiivg]

.Ambush Ahead ⚔️.