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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if there's a witchy version of 'crossing yourself' like Christians do? I think it's a powerful concept and I would love to have something similar that isn't associated with Christianity.

i dont think there is but i saw a cool art gif of someone who animated a witch drawing a pentacle with two hands that might work the same

(For the life of me though i cannot find it to show you ;A; )

How it started though was both hands at the “Top” of the star. Bring them both down and away (like forming a capitol A) take both hands and cross in front of your body (forming an X with your arms) uncross your arms forming the final middle line through the star~

If someone knows what gif thing im talking about and can link it in the comments will have my eternal thanks. 

anonymous asked:

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Oh dang

i hate those videos of orthodox baptisms floating around this site because they usually show the priest dunking a baby in water way more enthusiastically than usual and there’s a tom of comments like THIS IS CHILD ABUSE and RELIGION IS FUCKED UP like……. pls stop, that’s not how it usually works anyway and even so the kid isn’t gonna drown from that or remember it for longer than an hour. im tired

jackintheponeyofdiamonds  asked:

Do you guys celebrate halloween? What will you two wear? :00

Admin Christmas: I really like Halloween, but I have no set plans nor traditions. I’ll probably end up doing something last minute for a costume, maybe revamp an old costume of mine. While I hope to dress up, I’ll probably spend the night writing spooky requests at home after I try and get some candy. And, if my plans don’t fall through, I might marathon some horror movies with some friends to “celebrate” I guess. Though I’m easily spooked.

Admin Seraphina: I love Halloween. Even though I’m a Christian and I’m technically not supposed to support it but my dad used to say free candy is good candy. I actually don’t really know what I’m going to do for a costume. I spent a good week just digging through my closet and around my house for this one costume that I really like but, alas, I couldn’t find it. But I really don’t want this Halloween to go by and not wear a costume so I was thinking of making a DIY costume. I just love the vibe of Halloween if you know what I mean.

anonymous asked:

About the submission thing: it sounds silly but the whole husbands loving wives thing doesn't help at all, since women are also called to love everyone as Christ loved us. And also there's this quote 'a loving master is still a master', it's not that I think I would marry a bad man, I just don't like the idea of submission in a personal and intimate relationship?? Like I want to be married but not a Christian marriage where I'm 2nd place in a two person relationship-

-. Like I don’t submit to my best friend and I don’t want her to do that to me, but instead we would talk about disagreements and we’ll go with whoever the smartest in that area. Why would it be different in a marriage?


Hello!

You are not second place. Men and women are equal in value. However, we are different in roles. Different roles do not mean that women are second place or less than men.

Traditional marriage is God’s way and it does work when both spouses are fully committed to following Christ. I do understand what you’re feeling. However, it is important to not see this with secular lenses and to try to see it with Christian ones. I have often noticed that many Christians, myself included, struggled to accept this because of the secular ideas that we might not even realize are influencing us. This is why we should pray about it, so that we might come to accept God’s will. God’s will is truly best for us.

“Have confidence in the Lord with all thy heart, and lean not upon thy own prudence” (Proverbs 3:5 DRA1899).

This verse applies to everything in life, but it really came to mind as I was typing this.

In marriage, the husband and wife discuss issues, but the husband makes the final decision after careful consideration. 

Also, friendship and marriage are inherently different

Marriage is unique. It mirrors the relationship between Christ and the Church. 

“Because the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ is the head of the church. He is the saviour of his body. Therefore as the church is subject to Christ, so also let the wives be to their husbands in all things” (Ephesians 5:23-24 DRA1899).

I strongly encourage you to pray about this and to remember that, while men and women equal, we have different roles. This is a good and beautiful thing.

God bless you!

Ad Jesum per Mariam,

María de Fátima

anonymous asked:

Hiya! I saw a post of yours just now about christians toning it down in some work situations, particularly in a medical setting, and i super agree! Im a christian lesbian whos out to everyone but my family and my church and if anyone in any medical field mentions theyre a christian to me i panic because i grew up around so many shitty people. Idk i just wanted to say that post was really validating to read and phrased very well, and i hope you have a really nice day <3

Thank you!

That’s really awesome to hear!

Much love to you. That has to suck, and I’m sorry that people have made it so difficult.  You and other LGBT Christians should have the full support of others of your faith, and it’s sad and scary that that isn’t the case.

You’re valuable, and even though I don’t share it, your faith is beautiful.

im taking classes on asian-american history, gender the body and religion, and abnormal psychology. so far i’ve written a paper for my abnormal psychology class about how asian-american history has affected mental health and treatment patterns among asian-americans. i’m planning on writing a paper on the role of religion for asian-american immigrants and early buddhist communities in america for my asian-american history class. we talk about the perception of mental health and the role of rituals in maintaining mental health in various religious communities in my religion class. and i’m planning on doing research on butch identity within christian communities. i’m so glad i chose to go for a liberal arts education cuz the divisions between fields are honestly so arbitrary and i love being able to connect topics together like this.

anonymous asked:

Would you be with a guy who isn't vers?

I think I’d enjoy a relationship with someone who is vers just because I like to flip flop and I want him to appreciate all the squats I do… but also being with someone who only likes to bottom would be chill too bc I also like to just put my dick in things, and it would be cool if that thing was my boyfriends butthole.

I think dating an exclusive top would get exhausting bc it would just be me trying to put a finger in him and it’d be like the same old tired song and dance and we’d drift apart but still move to the suburbs and I’d make him my famous mac and cheese and he’d tell me about how this relationship is draining and that he’s cheated on me with 15 bottoms from Christian Mingle because I refuse to bottom for him if he won’t bottom for me and he’ll throw the $9.99 bottle of Chardonnay I bought from Trader Joes against our dining room wall and weep silently into the mac and cheese I made him and I’d get up and try to wipe away his tears and he’ll slam his fists on the table and shout “NO this isn’t working” and I’ll say “shhhh baby just lemme put it in you” and he’ll leave me.

Don’t make Daddy jealous

I’m going to hell because of this…and I need to bath in holy water

Reader x Christian Yu

Type: smut

Warnings: swearing, rough play, daddy kink

Words count: 2966

Summary: You had to go to your bff bday party instead of spending time with your boyfriend, but the night won’t be as boring as you thought when you’re noticing Christian stalking you in the distance [cannot believe that his pic is totally fitting into this story]


- Christian I can’t go today I told you I have to go to Silvia’s birthday party, I promised her last week.

- Ahh I cannot believe this, finally I’m free a bit but I can’t see you, I really miss you baby girl… - he was whining in the phone and it seems he was grumpy too.

- I promise I will call you after I get back home, okay? I miss you too Christian so so much but I can’t skip this party.

- Okay, you promised me, don’t forget what you said! There will be guys too? – yes, he was definitely whining.

- Of course there will be, we’re going to a club, so …

- Jesus…to where? Fuck… don’t you dare to flirt with someone or let some fucktards to dance with you or or anything… ha?!

- Christian please chill a bit, it’s a lil’ party nothing serious and why would I flirt or dance with another guy when I’ve a smokin’ hot boyfriend?

- Smokin’ hot? Aye babe… he’s definitely lucky for having such a great girl like you!

- Honey I gotta go, I’ll call you when the party is over!

- Take care of yourself or I’m gonna kick your sexy butt!

- You idjit, I will, I love you!


To be honest the last thing you wanted to do is to go to a party, getting drunk and whoosh dumbass guys away, but it was your best friend’s party and you had no other choice. The club was pretty fancy and the VIP section was all your crew’s for tonight. Your bestie was mega-happy and already drunk after half an hour. Not to be a partypooper you also cheered for yourself in your mind and you went to get some drinks. After four gintonics you definitely started to feel the party. However your phone started to buzz and you saw the worried texts from Christian. Trying not to mess up you txted back that you’re fine and stop worrying about you. But it turned out you misspelled your sentences and of course Christian noticed that you’re drunk.

- Y/N, put the fuck down that phone you bitch and come dance with me – Silvia, your bestie yelled at you and rushed you to the dance floor.

After an exhausting hour you two were still dancing and felt like there’s no tomorrow. Especially when you started to dance on the table and singing like true party-queens. Your hair was a mess, your tight black mini-dress was way too up as it should be and also your black lace bra showing a little. Then there was the moment when you noticed Christian in a dark corner with his friends and with a glass of whiskey in his hands. You got caught, you fuckin’ got caught…

- Silv, Christian is here, and I think he’s gonna kill me, don’t look there but he’s sitting in the corner with a couple of his friends and he saw me – you yelled into your friend’s ear.

- Goddammit honey, then we should put on a more heated show than before, you should play with him and I guarantee your night will be hotter than this party – she shouted back to you.

- Are you crazy?! He’s gonna kill me, you can’t imagine how pissed off he will be…

- That’s more fun, trust me and show him that you are the sexiest hoe in this club, shake that booty honey!!!

So you decided to play. You got off of the table and poured another shot. And went to a more crowded area, but you still saw Christian in this distance. From this point the game finally began. There were two guys who were watching you all night with hungry eyes and when you smiled at them they got closer in an instant. They looked really good and they weren’t bad dancers. Now all you had to do was wait to Christian noticing this whole mess. But you knew he was watching you from the start and had to control himself. The bad thing is that you wanted him to lose control and make a move. So you let the two hottie to get closer than should be. When one of them put his hands on your waist and the other was definitely wanted to kiss you here and there, you caught Christian’s death glare and saw him rushing towards you in the crowd.

- You think it’s funny? What the fuck are you doing? Are you playing a game? You two get the fuck outta here until I beat your asses – he was way too mad, but also way too sexy.

He grabbed your wrist and walked you out from the club. When you stared back you saw Silvia sending thumbs-up in the air.

- This silly idiot… tomorrow I have to tell her everything… - you giggled.

While you were waiting for the taxi, you tried to save your ass a bit.

- Christian, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad, I drank too much and wasn’t in the right mind.

He turned his head, still grabbing your wrist strong, and whispered in you ear:

- You did this on purpose baby girl, both of us know this and pray for God to be gracious with you from now on, coz when we finally get home I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.

You got chills. And your whole body got goosebumps too. Plus you felt that guilty pleasure climbing up in your core.

- Christian this is bullshit I didn’t…

- Shut up, just shut up baby girl don’t make the things worse, no fuckin’ words until we get home!

So you didn’t say anything until you two got home…


The stairway was dark and quiet, you barely see anything but somehow you managed to get into your apartment. The second part of the game started.

- Christian are you still mad? Please don’t misunderstand this whole situation I was just… partying, those guys didn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t even know them… - you started innocently when he pushed you to the wall, grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

- Oh stop talking nonsense Y/N, and better stop with this fairytale story too, now you should start thinking how you gonna redeem this mess… - his gaze was no joke that lustfilled eyes didn’t guarantee mercy and he was close. Too close to you, pushing to the wall with all of his weight. And he smelt so good. His fragrance always killed you and you could differentiate this smell from thousands of other parfums. It was his, only his. You decided to play another card.

- Please don’t be mad at me, I will do anything daddy… - you bited your lips and looked into his eyes.

- You lil’ shit… - he kissed you roughly, grabbing your hair with one hand while with the another he was still holding your wrists firmly.

- Daddy is fuckin’ so pissed right now baby, you teased me a lot… - his mouth was all over on you, started from your neck, down to your collarbones and now between your breasts. He let go your wrists, squeezing your butt with both of his hands. You can’t help but let out a moan.

- Christian, please… I want you so badly.

- Oh really? Those two can’t fuck you that good like me, ha? – he didn’t wait for your response when he kissed you again and pulled down the zip on your dress. You were also in a rush unbuttoning his shirt, touching his bare chest, his tattoos, his arms down to his abs until you found his belt and unbuckled it. After that you unbuttoned his pants too, letting it fall while he took off your bra and your panties, a nipple went straight into his mouth, sucking it passionately and caresses the other with his hand, drawing circles and pulling it until both of them were hard. You were a moaning mess, your fingers were digging in his hair wanting more and more.

- Daaad enough, please it’s too much, I can’t… I can’t… - you whined.

- Enough?! Oh honey look, we’re still in the hall, and I didn’t even touch you there yet… hands up like before! – he ordered and you put up your arms. He grabbed your wrists again with one hand, and the another started to wondering between your thights. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue twirling everywhere until you moaned into his mouth.

- Baby girl, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping – he said it teasingly while his fingers went up and down on your folds at a really slow pace. His eyes never lost contact with yours and seeing his wanting-gaze turned you on more.

- Tell me how much you want me baby girl, tell daddy how much you want his cock inside your dripping pussy – his voice was deep and raspy, and his fingers started to move faster and faster on your clit.

- Fuck Christian… I want you, please… I want you inside me, please daddy fuck me I’ll be a good girl just fuck me for the fuck’s sake… - you were in daze, your whole body was about to explode.

- Mmm… my baby you want me this badly? Well, I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up… - he inserted a finger into you, and you just moaned into his neck grabbing his hair.

- Ah Y/N you’re so fuckin’ wet – he pumped his finger in and out at a slow pace, adding another digit and catching up a quick speed.

- Maybe I should taste why are you this wet? Am I this good babe? Tell me… - he purred into your ear sending chills down your body.

- Christian please… I can’t take this anymore, it feels good, it feels sooo good – you mewled.

- Oh no no, the morning is still a bit far away darlin’ you have to bare with me a little more – he smirked at you, letting go of your hands and kneeled down in front of you closing his mouth on your wetness. He was licking your folds up and down, finding your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were pumping in and out. He was always eating you out like a dessert, enjoying it so much.

- Daaad I really can’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum… - you arched your back and moaning loudly.

- Then cum for me babe, moan for me until the neighbors will come over.

This pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washed everything away, you screamed out his name, cursing out loud, while he was still fingering you and licking your pussy until your last pleasure wave ended.

- That’s my baby girl – he kissed you with his plumped lips letting you taste yourself. You hooked your legs around his hips and he took you in the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. You sat up immediately, watching him taking off his boxers. He was so hard and sexy as fuck, you gulped and licked your lips while he started to jerk himself up more, his fingers running slowly on his length, looking deeply into your eyes. Without any words he moved closer to you, touching your lips with his throbbing cock. You wanted to suck him badly, you were literally drooling.

- Aye, babe you want me this much? – he let his tip into your mouth. You started to lick him, twirling your tongue around him, earning a hiss.

- Christian, please I want you in my mouth… don’t do this to me – you begged him with no shame.

- Mm you were so so bad to me today babe, what should I do with you, ha? – he kissed you with passion, gathering your hair into a ponytail. And he put his cock in your mouth. He started to roll his hips, moving his member in and out while his hand was holding your hair. He tasted so good, your mouth was full with him. You had no control in your movements he was harsh, fucking your mouth mercilessly almost choking on him but you didn’t mind, you were still burning for him, your pussy aching for some skinship. Also his deep moans turned you on more, seeing his wavering abs, his sweaty chest and arms made your womanhood even more wet.

- Fuck, baby girl you’re so good, but I can’t take this anymore – he clenched his teeth, moving out quickly, really close to cum but he didn’t… he was testing his limits.

- Turn around honey, turn around for daddy – he said, and you did as he told.

His cock was eager to find your entrance, pushing it deeply into your core, stretching you out and fill you completely.

- Shit, babe you’re so tight and wet for me, you feel so good – he was pounding into you roughly, one hand on your waist and one hand pulling your hair. You can’t help but moan with all your heart, shouting out his name over and over.

- Fuck Y/N, if you continue this loud mess I can’t hold myself back for too long – but you also couldn’t hold back yourself, his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper bringing your next orgasm close. You arched your back, grabbing his thights, while he was covering your mouth and started to rub your clit.

- Ah babe I’m so close, fuck I can’t hold back, you’re so wet, I wanna cum all over on your tits baby girl – his husky voice filled your ear pushing towards your edge, when he took out himself, turned you around and came on your breasts. He spreaded his cum with his cock on your nipples, putting his thumb into your mouth and you sucked it while watched his rosy and sweaty face.

- I’m sorry baby, I didn’t plan this way, maybe I need some fuel to refill my energy – he went to your drawer getting some wet tissues.

- You know Y/N, you look utterly sexy like this – he was wiping up the mess, after that he kissed you softly, carressing your hair.

- But my girl didn’t get everything before because of me, come on princess spread those legs for daddy – he went down on you but he was much more softer and sensual this time.

You put your feet on his shoulders, spreading your legs allowing him to eat you out again. He loved licking your pussy in every way possible, your moans fuelled him as his tongue got faster on your clit.

- Cum for me honey, I wanna hear you scream – you didn’t know how you always managed to cum to his order but with Christian everything was possible. He held your waist in place, still sucking on your wetness until you ride out your high.

- Good girl, but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep yet – you looked down and it seemed he refilled that energy somewhere already.

He moved you to the center of the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. He kissed your lips, and slipped into you slowly. You bit your lips from the overpowering sensation, your womanhood was totally destroyed by him. However you loved the feeling when you were full with him, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

He looked into your eyes with love, quiet moans coming from his mouth. His forehead was on yours, when you kissed him and dig in his hair. He was moving at a stable pace, adding deep thrusts frequently. You were so in love with this sensual Christian, the only goal of his was to please you no matter what. He started to massage your clit, giving sloppy kisses on your neck and you felt you’re getting closer and closer again. You were holding onto his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin probably causing bruises because of the overhelming stimulation. He quickened his movements to catch up with you.

- Christian, I’m… I’m coming… oh God you feel so good…, fuck Christian… - you tightened your walls around him, pushing him over the edge, while you also felt your pulsating orgasm giving you nothing but trembling thighs and body. You screamed out his name, your hand clenched with his until he collapsed on you breathing heavily and pulled himself out of you. You kissed his head, carressing his back and he tried to catch his breath rolling to the side.

- Y/N this was so fuckin’ good, I love you baby girl.

- I love you too Christian. But to be honest you destroyed my pussy, so no woohoo at least for a week.

- Are you serious?! – he popped up from the bed quickly and looked at you with puppy eyes.

- You bastard I only mean sex to you, ha?! – you kicked towards him jokingly.

- Slow down, lil’ girl I’m gonna hug you to death and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but before lemme close the curtains it’s already too bright outside – he raised his eyebrow and winked at you.

With your last drop of energy you threw a pillow towards him.

I might have a slight obsession with Cody Christian

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I mean

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look at him

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he can be adorable

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and he can be sexy

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and he likes animals

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he’s just wonderful

I got married!

I was 18 when I met her in a college library five years ago.

I left my notebook at home that day and needed paper to write on for a homework assignment. In search of scrap paper, I looked to my left and there she was…

I asked her for a single sheet of paper to use and she gave me three. I was in love.

Over the next year of being in school together, we had many conversations and found we had a lot in common. We both valued family, altruism, happiness, spontaneity, and living with purpose.

But there was one thing we could never agree on.

Religion…

She was a Christian and I, a Muslim. She didn’t understand how anyone could follow Islam, a cult of falsehood, oppression, sexism, violence and terrorism.

Truth is, I never knew how to respond to her criticisms about Islam because I wasn’t practicing my parents’ faith at the time.

However, my competitive nature kicked in and to prove this white chick wrong, I began reading the Quran…

Reflect on how unreal this is.

Allah made her (not a Muslim) a medium through which he would call me towards Islam.

At the exact same time, I was a medium for her to see an Islam that was different to what the media promoted.

I began performing my daily prayers, I stopped smoking and I quit some other nasty habits.

She began researching Islam in depth, attended prayers in mosques and befriended many Muslims.

Three and a half years ago, she became a Muslim and did so because she felt it was the truth.

We knew we wanted to be together but our family’s approval would be challenging to attain.

It took many years for my family to get over their fear that a white girl was manipulating me and simply acting like she was a Muslim so I could fall into her trap.

It took many years for her family to accept that she wasn’t being brainwashed into accepting Islam and that she wasn’t falling into a trap.

Both of our family’s wanted the best for us, but were giving into their fear of the unknown.

We recognized this and grounded ourselves in good old patience.

We knew we’d be married one day, we could see it in our minds and that we’d do it with the approval of our families.

That’s exactly what happened last weekend. Both of our family’s were at our wedding and couldn’t be happier that we found each other. Alhamdulillah.

Everything that is good in life takes hard work and dedication.

We did this for the sake of Allah and held on tight until now because of the belief that we would shatter stereotypes, pave the road for others in our community with the same challenges and of course, fulfill half of our deen.

You can do it too.

Keep us in your dua’s and please say MashaAllah!