He was despised and rejected–a Man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. (Isaiah 53:3) Maybe, you are going through rejection, you feel like no one understands or even cares. Jesus understands. He was betrayed by a friend, denied by another. And when the soldiers came to arrest Him, totally abandoned by everyone close to Him, beaten, spat at, mocked, scourged and then crucified with no one to give Him a word of comfort. And all the while He thought of you. Your salvation, your healing, your deliverance, your peace and your victory. He knows exactly how you feel. He has been through it. Isaiah 53:3 tells us that, “He was despised and rejected by men.” You see, He understands. He knows exactly how you feel. He has been through it. Just run to Him. He can comfort like no one can. He will embrace you and take away the pain of rejection. He says to you, “ I love you with an everlasting love. No matter what you’ve done or been through, I love you just as you are. Remember Jesus hasn’t rejected you!
Can I have a head cannon on male alpha biology? If you haven't done one already
They have blunt, powerful teeth. They can break the skin easily, but they don’t usually have very sharp teeth, as from an evolutionary standpoint, being able to clamp down on your opponent’s flesh and bruise and not let go is going to do a lot more damage than just cutting their flesh
There are generally two types of alpha body types (this counts both male and female alphas)
There are tall, lean alphas who tend to have higher metabolisms and don’t gain weight as easily. They’re still easily recognisable as alphas, but they are a lot slimmer than their stocky counterparts
There are also short, muscular alphas who have broader chests and wider shoulders
The average penis size for a male alpha (when erect) is 7.5 inches
Male alphas tend to have far more prominent Adam’s Apples then male betas or male omegas, because they are able to use the alpha voice
Male alphas usually have slower heartbeats than their female counterparts
They tend to have very blunt, short, slow growing nails. Alphas rely on strength and force to fight, not scratching or biting
They tend to have a very large lung capacity
Their chests will always be broader than their hips
The average shoe size for a male alpha is 11 (British mens size), 12 (American mens size), 46 (European mens size), 29 (Japanese mens size)
Male alphas tend to have shorter legs and longer torsos (not longer torsos than their legs; that would look weird)
There are some alphas who get most of their height from their legs
Grey-blue waters freeze at the caps
As if trying to touch the same grey-blue sky
I steadied myself against her threatening storm
Waves mist pelting my skin
Pin pricks allowing me to feel alive
Salt ‘neath nails looking windward
Getting under my skin again
I will sail her waters
Fair winds be damned.
He wears the dawn into the day,
And breaks on the horizon;
If I could touch him only once,
I would give up my depths to be apart of his sky,
Reach out my waves to get a glimpse of his days;
In fleeting moments I brush his skin,
And it is I who is thirsty,
And I who is trembling,
And I who is drowning;
In the well of him.
He is a ripple on my water,
A tremble in my wake,
And I would have him if I could;
But His bones are not bound to me.
He the Sailor,
Written by @takingstockofwhatmattersmost and a.g.case, collaboratively! This is the first time I’ve ever worked in conjunction with another writer, and I’m so glad to be able to share it with you all❤
Hunter was dozing quietly on Felicity’s couch, content to rest whilst his master and his girlfriend took a private nap in their bedroom, when a sudden smashing noise and a groan snapped him to attention. Raising his head, Hunter got to his paws in alarm, lips drawing back in a concerned whine when another muffled moan sounded from behind the closed bedroom door.
He instantly rushed up towards the door, a protective snarl on his lips and tail between his legs. Was Oliver being attacked? Was his master in danger? He had to protect him, protect Felicity. The service dog somehow had to break through the door and get into that room to defend his charges.
He debated barking to try and alert Oliver and Felicity to letting him in, but as soon as another noise that sounded as if one of them was in pain was cried out, all of Hunter’s usual service dog manners went out the window. Growling, he jumped up onto the door handle and slammed it down, butting his head against the door to force it open.
The door collided with the wall with a bang, and Hunter raced inside, ears perked forwards aggressively as he loosed a violent, protective snarl, jumping up onto the bed where Oliver and Felicity lay before even taking in his surroundings, desperate to ensure that his master and favourite human were both safe and unharmed.
Instead of thanking Hunter and praising him, however, Oliver yelled out and Felicity screamed, yanking the blankets up towards them to cover them both. It was only then that Hunter realised they were both naked. He cocked his head in confusion when he saw Felicity’s mussed hair and flushed cheeks, and the blush that spread down Oliver’s neck to his bare chest. There was a strange smell in the air that made him wrinkle his muzzle.
“Hunter, get out!” Oliver shouted, looking so shocked and mortified that it made the service dog whimper in confusion. He tried to snuffle at Oliver to check him over, wondering why he made those pained noises, but Oliver spluttered and the archer shoved him away by the muzzle, making the service dog growl. “Hunter, STOP!”
“Oh my god,” Felicity moaned, burying her face in the pillow. “This can’t be happening.”
Whining, Hunter tried to walk forwards on top of the bed to comfort her, noting how distressed she looked, but Oliver just looked at him sternly with wide eyes, ordering pleadingly, “Hunter, please! Out!”
He growled, refusing to leave. One of them had been making sounds as if they were being hurt, and he needed to stay in here with them to make sure they weren’t harmed again.
“Our one free night this week, Oliver!” Felicity continued to groan, thumping her pillow frustratedly. “Why didn’t we lock the bedroom door?”
“Well, we were in a bit of a rush if you remember, honey.”
“Yes, well, now we can’t do anything at any pace at all, can we, because your service dog is in bed with us!”
“Hunter, please,” Oliver pleaded, shoving at Hunter’s side with his foot. “Please, I promise you, we are both fine, we are not hurt.”
Narrowing his eyes, Hunter tilted his head. If they weren’t hurt, why were they making those noises? Deciding that Oliver was being stupid, and one of them was most definitely hurt and hiding it from Hunter, the service dog huffed stubbornly and lay down on top of Oliver’s legs. The archer protested and tried to get him to leave again, but Hunter had made his decision. He wasn’t moving.
“Our one free night,” Felicity said miserably, burying her head into Oliver’s collar bone. “Our one free night to have sex, and now it’s ruined.”
Oliver scowled at Hunter. “Thanks a lot, buddy.”
You’re welcome, Hunter growled in reply, before settling his head down to sleep.
Following their arranged marriage, Castiel travels to the lands of his new husband Dean. Before they reach the capital they have to pass through the Great Forest and Castiel gets to learn a thing or two not only about Dean’s culture, but also about how little he likes the near absolute darkness that descends upon the forest as night falls.
Tags: Arranged Marriage, Cultural Differences, Angel Castiel, Naga Dean, Prince Castiel, Prince Dean Winchester, Creature Dean, Scent Marking, Alpha Dean WInchester, Omega Castiel, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics