obey the lord!

Judaism is not a religion of blind obedience. Indeed, astonishingly in a religion of 613 commandments, there is no Hebrew word that means  "to obey”. When Hebrew was revived as a living language in the nineteenth century, and there was need for a verb meaning “to obey,” it had to be borrowed from the Aramaic: le-tsayet. Instead of a word meaning “to obey,” the Torah uses the verb shema, untranslatable into English because it means [1] to listen, [2] to hear, [3] to understand, [4] to internalise, and [5] to respond. Written into the very structure of Hebraic consciousness is the idea that our highest duty is to seek to understand the will of God, not just to obey blindly.
—  Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks
The leaking bucket

Beware of the leaking Bucket!

1.You take the best wudhu but waste a lot of water (a leaking Bucket).

2.You pray all of your prayers in time but you have no khushu (a leaking bucket).

3.You post reminders and have thousands of followers on Instagram and Facebook but you’re doing it for the fame not to please Allah (a leaking bucket).

4.You help others but you’re doing it to gain something from them and not doing those acts of kindness for the sake of Allah’s Glory (a leaking bucket).

5.You give alot of sadaqah to the poor but you humiliate them and hurt them (a leaking bucket).

6.You stand up for tahajjud at night, fast, read Quran every day and obey your Lord but you cut your family ties (a leaking bucket).

7.You are very kind to people and speak with them gently but with your family you are always harsh (a leaking bucket).

8.You fast and have sabr for the pangs of hunger and thirst but you swear, insult, curse (a leaking bucket).

9.You wear abaya and Hijab but your perfume is strong (a leaking Bucket).

10.You are following the sunnah and have a beard but you don’t lower your gaze (a leaking bucket).

11.You honour and treat your guest well but when he/she leaves you gossip about him/her and talk about all his/her flaws (a leaking bucket).

Do not gather all your good deeds in a leaking bucket. You struggle to fill it whilst it easily runs out through the leaking holes!

May Allah guide us to the right path, make us do all of our good actions for pleasing Him alone and by Your mercy be pleased with us always Ameen.

The Leaking Bucket

Beware of the leaking Bucket!

1.You take the best wudhu but waste a lot of water (a leaking Bucket).

2.You pray all of your prayers in time but you have no khushu (a leaking bucket).

3.You post reminders and have thousands of followers on Instagram and Facebook but you’re doing it for the fame not to please Allah (a leaking bucket).

4.You help others but you’re doing it to gain something from them and not doing those acts of kindness for the sake of Allah’s Glory (a leaking bucket).

5.You give alot of sadaqah to the poor but you humiliate them and hurt them (a leaking bucket).

6.You stand up for tahajjud at night, fast, read Quran every day and obey your Lord but you cut your family ties (a leaking bucket).

7.You are very kind to people and speak with them gently but with your family you are always harsh (a leaking bucket).

8.You fast and have sabr for the pangs of hunger and thirst but you swear, insult, curse (a leaking bucket).

9.You wear abaya and Hijab but your perfume is strong (a leaking Bucket).

10.You are following the sunnah and have a beard but you don’t lower your gaze (a leaking bucket).

11.You honour and treat your guest well but when he/she leaves you gossip about him/her and talk about all his/her flaws (a leaking bucket).

Do not gather all your good deeds in a leaking bucket. You struggle to fill it whilst it easily runs out through the leaking holes!

May Allah guide us to the right path, make us do all of our good actions for pleasing Him alone and by Your mercy be pleased with us always Ameen.

Dating Yuta

I Taeil* I Hansol* I Johnny I Taeyong I Yuta I Kun* I Doyoung* I Ten I Jaehyun I Winwin* I Mark I

*coming soon

A/N: Finally added another one, I got a bit carried away with this and it basically became a proper scenario lmao 


  • The ‘womaniser’  
  • Obviously
  • In his senior year
  • Like he knows he can get any girl he wants bc he knows they all fucking love him
  • He definitely takes advantage of that
  • Took WinWin under his wing when he transferred bc he was once the 'new kid’  when he moved from Japan
  • Knows the struggles so he kind of mentors WinWin  
  • Fucks Hansol off to spend time with WinWin
  • Hansol ain’t too happy about that tho but we’ll save that for his lmao  
  • Anyway..
  • Maths?
  • Yeah he’s failing that  
  • Needs a tutor but can never be bothered bc he’s too busy making all the girls swoon with that fUCKING SMILE  
  • UGHHHHHHH
  • That’s when his maths teacher approached you her favourite pupil
  • the star student  
  • A’s across the board
  • Maths being your speciality  
  • Hence why your maths teacher adored you  
  • After class one day, she asked to talk to you
  • Ofc you obeyed lord you never ignored the teachers word
  • “Would you mind tutoring one of my other students? They’re falling behind and you’re honestly my last hope Y/N.”
  • You were hesitant at first but agree to it.
  • As you are leaving you only just thought to ask who it was you’d be seeing that afternoon in the library.  
  • “Nakamoto Yuta, he’s upperclassman.”  
  • *~fuck~*  
  • You knew exactly who he was. He was notorious for hitting on the more impressionable junior girls. Which you were one of
  • You nod slightly and once the door closes your become a internally screaming mess.  
  • “YUTA, FUCKING NAKAMOTO YUTA! I AM TUTORING HIM. ALONE. IN THE LIBRARY. WHAT IF HE TRIES SOMETHING?”
  • The rest of that day until the last bell, you couldn’t concentrate  
  • Mind speeding at 160KMPH
  • You headed to the library and saw a head of artificially coloured dirty blonde hair
  • You edged towards him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly, He spun around and beamed brightly at you with his heart fluttering smile shit
  • “I’m here to tutor you.” You stated sheepishly as you moved around to the other side of the desk.
  • “I know, I asked for you.” He continued to smile brightly, you shot him a coy little smile before grabbing your text books from your bag and sprawling them out on the table, as a quirky Yuta in the corner of your eye.
  • After about an hour and a half, you knew he was paying attention
  • You could see in the corner of your eye him looking at your rather than the book and the questions
  • You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t any longer
  • “Are you even listening?” You turned to him to see him resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he looked at you.
  • “You want the truth?”
  • “Yeah..”  
  • “Nope.” He cracked yet  a n o t h e r  killer smile at you
  • “Well, I think we’re done for the day.” You began to gather the books, annoyance slipping into your tone of voice.
  • “I’m sorry Y/N.” He looked away briefly before looking back at you. “I promise I’ll pay attention tomorrow, okay.”
  • “Oh really?” You questioned.
  • “Yeah.”
  • “What’s the catch?” You called his bluff. He raised his hands in defeat.
  • “You got me. But dinner on Friday. Surely that isn’t a bad trade. I let you teach me, and at the end of each week on Friday you come out with me.” He had a smug look on his face but it was over taken with innocence in his eyes.  
  • “Deal.”  
  • How bad could it be?  
  • Well…
  • After about 3 weeks of tutoring him, he stuck to his promise of actually paying attention, tho he still intervened by teasing you every so often; tickling you, hiding you phone etc
  • Friday’s became your favourite day of the week
  • They already were bc the last day of school before the weekend
  • But now it was your favourite for a different reason
  • It was when you got to see the real Yuta
  • He showed more of his soft and caring side on those Fridays away from school  
  • You felt lost whenever he was off ill from school
  • Like it sounds ridiculous  
  • But you felt lost without him when he wasn’t there
  • You eventually even started hanging around with him during the actual school day
  • You practically adopted WinWin
  • You’d fix the collar of his shirt if it was uneven
  • You’d bring him snacks into school
  • Which would result in Yuta whining bc he doesn’t get any and your excuse for that is “He’s younger and needs to eat a lot to grow.” He’s not, you just liked babying him
  • Hansol basically became your best friend
  • You’d always talk to him at lunch  
  • Again, Yuta would get jaelous and try to get your attention  
  • You knew all too well he was jealous, you just loved teasing him
  • Exams were coming up
  • The closer that got, the more desperate Yuta was to study  
  • He really did work hard  
  • And you adored his motivation  
  • You’d spend even longer in the library with him, even cancelling your fun Fridays so you could go to his house and help him cram
  • He was panicking but his nerves were always eased when your were around
  • You had such a calming affect on him
  • And no one had that kind of affect on him before
  • He never had butterflies when talking to girls before until he met you  
  • He thought you would be some easy target, that’s why he chose you to be his tutor
  • But you became so much more than that
  • He actually started to care deeply for you
  • But you had no idea..  
  • You waited nervously outside the exam for him
  • Pacing back and forth  
  • Once you saw him walk out of the exam hall, you pulled him aside
  • The look on his face didn’t seem great, he didn’t show off that amazing smile of his like you had hoped  
  • You hugged him tightly, the sudden affection struck him and he felt his knees give slightly
  • “It’ll be okay, I know you passed!” You encouraged him, earning a small smile  
  • I feel like this has turned into a proper scenario oops oh well lets go with it
  • A few weeks after the exam, you were sat at home watching TV and you heard a loud knock on your front door
  • When you opened it oh my god
  • You were literally tackled to the floor  
  • “I GOT A B Y/N I PASSED MATHS!” He held you tightly.
  • You felt your air ways being constricted  
  • “I knew you would Yuta, Now loosen up you’re going to suffocate me.” You chuckled
  • He let you go but bared a death grip on your hands
  • “It’s all your doing. I wouldn’t have passed it with out you honestly, it sounds so cliché but it’s so true.”  
  • “OH Yuta, stop it! I-”  
  • You were cut off by his lips connecting with your own; hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer  
  • You didn’t realise how much you wanted that to happen until it actually  happened
  • You had always thought about what his plump lips would feel like  
  • And lord
  • They were 100x’s better than you expected
  • Soft and sweet  
  • Once he pulled away he rested his forehead on your own, peppering your face with kisses  
  • Topping it off with a small kiss on the tip of your nose
  • “How about we go out this Friday on an actual date.” You suggested, not being able to wipe the smile off of your face
  • “Sure, but I always counted the other’s as dates.” Again smiling brightly at the small dusting of pink on your cheeks.

This is something I’ve seen to be always 100% true! When something comes against me and boyfriend @our-home-to-be-alone we anger for a moment but He reminds me each time to put it In God’s Hands and pray about it. There would always be light that came into the situation. I choose to trust Jesus! 🙌❤️🙏

For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you. Isaiah 41:13
We can draw such comfort from these words! All loneliness, all fear is washed away when you know that the Creator God is with you even in the most terrifying of life’s situations. The wind and the waves obey Him. He is the Lord over them all. Who is man that He is mindful of. He promises to hold us and help us out of this devastating storm. Why are you downcast O my soul. Your Heavenly Father is on your side. He will never leave you nor forsake you.

Meta Repost #1: The Trident Fight: Why We Need to Stop Blaming Little Girls and Start Blaming Irresponsible Adults and the Awful Society They Perpetuate

It’s back!

I feel embarrassed that I feel the need to discuss the Trident scene in a meta at this point in time. It’s been four books and nearly twenty years since George R.R. Martin wrote the damn thing, and yet people still keep bringing this up as not only A defining moment for certain characters, but THE defining moment for certain characters. Especially for Sansa.

This is wrong. The person to be angry at isn’t Sansa or her sister. While both girls can get blamed for this event, Sansa tends to get the bulk of fandom hatred for the events that led to the death of Lady. I want to focus on why this viewpoint is wrong.

It’s just that so many of the mentions of the fight at the Trident between Arya and Joffrey, Sansa’s reaction, and the fallout are so often used to make really bad arguments. And, in fact, the whole instance is just misinterpreted a lot.

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Daddy’s Little Monster (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Warning(s): Smut, Daddy Kinks, Unprotected Sex, BDSM 

Pairing: Joker x Reader


Author’s Note: This is my first time writing smut, so please, leave critiques to help me improve.   



“Get your ass over here…” The deep voice from the Joker barked, his sapphire irises were wild with pure anger and raw lust. You of course obeyed the crime lord, quickly shuffling towards the green haired man, your head lowered making sure that you didn’t make any eye contact with him. 


“Yes, M-Mister J–”


With quick and jerking motion, Joker pushed you onto the large bed, not caring that he knocked the wind out of your small frame. His face twist in that of disgust, while his foggy eyes lingered onto your body. His heavy and violent gaze sent a wave of fear with a mixture of yearning throughout your being. Your arms rested carefully on your chest while your wide eyes were glued onto the dark ceiling.  


“What did you just call me?” He spoke, his guff voice now an octave lower than usual. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t entirely sure if you could speak or not. You didn’t want to upset the Joker anymore than he already was, and you’re terrified that if you did say something wrong you might get punished.


A cold and calloused hand yanked you up by the face like a rag doll, a small yelp escaped your throat while your hands shot up and began to grip onto his cold wrist. Joker’s sharp fingernails dug into your skin, a shock of pain slowly traveled towards your cheeks.    


“Answer me, {Name}.” He said, his wild blue eyes glaring hard at you. Your lips were forcefully puckered by his hand that aggressively tugged and grabbed at your face. Nothing but muted mumbles came from you. Joker watch you struggle to answer him, his sickly yet handsome face stretching in a wide smile that showed off his silver grills.


“C’mon, baby…I can’t hear ya’! Speak louder for Daddy.” He growled.


“I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have called y-you by your name…”


“Mhm, bad little girls don’t get the right to call their Daddy by their names, right?” Joker hummed out, his free hand wondering around your hot body. His icy touch made your breath hitch, and your lower regions tingle with familiar excitement. You nodded your head while you pushed your body against his. Slowly, Joker let go of your face, only for his hand to lightly rest on your neck. His long fingers traced old bruises that littered on your numb skin. 


With a swift movement, Joker pulled away from you, earning him a moan of longing from you. 


“Undress yourself, princess…” He whispered, “Daddy doesn’t want to rip your pretty lingerie.”


You bit your lip while you began to unhook your expensive bra, your perky breast now exposed and free from the garment. Joker eyes were glued onto your half naked body, his chest rising and falling dramatically, and his heavy breathing echoed and bounced off of the cream colored walls. Your thumbs played with the hem of your silk panties while your face mimic that of a little girl.


“Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?” You asked, pulling the baby blue underwear down your {skin tone} legs, the silk fabric fell around your bruised ankles. “I’ve been such a good girl, I’ve done what you ask me too–”


“Turn around; face down, sweetie.” Joker muttered, interrupting you. Eagerly, you scurried towards the pillows that messily rested on the king sized bed, your face pressed against one of the many purple cushions while you stuck your ass up towards the air, showing off your now wet womanhood. 


The heavy sound of footsteps ringed in your ears, the violent noise of metal objects clashing against each other made your stomach drop and flip with morbid anticipation. The crime lord was collecting his special toys


His favorite punishment tools.


You crossed your legs, adding pressure between your legs, easing the unforgiving twinge that your lower regions endured. You wanted him to touch you, to ease your aching body with his. 


“A-Ah…Daddy, please.” You begged, your voice smothered out by the numerous pillows that your hot face rested in, but he somehow still heard you. 


“Please what, darling?”


“Mmm, touch m-me, please!” 


Joker tossed the multiple sex toys onto the bed, his fingers unbuckling the name brand belt that held his expensive pants up. The sound of his belt hitting the floor sent a new wave of excitement through your core. With a swift movement his hands wondered on top of your hips, his fingers jabbing against your skin.


“You want me to touch you?” He asked.


You nodded your head. He smiled and planted a sloppy kiss onto your ass, his lips were soft and cold against your skin. Slowly his ring clad fingers traveled down towards your womanhood, and with a blink of an eye his digits steadily rub small circles on top of your clit. The older man pinched and teased your bundle of nerves, making you even wetter by the second. You shut your eyes as his thumb pressed against your clitoris and his middle finger teased at your entrance. This was going agonizingly slow, you just wanted him to fuck you already, but you knew Joker didn’t just fuck, he plays mind games with you until you’re broken and begging for more. 


“C’mon, Daddy–Ah!” 


He slipped his middle finger inside you, cutting off your sentence. He roughly pumped his finger in and out of you, curling them and twisting them around inside you. Your juices made his fingers slick and wet. The sound of his fingers thumping into your core blended in with your loud moans. You were going to cum, you knew you were. You held onto his wrist, forcing him to push deeper inside you. 


“Does my little princess like it when Daddy fingers her pussy?”


All you did was moan out, your vision dotted with black spots, you were seeing stars. Joker’s fingers were pushing you over the edge, so much so, that your back painfully arched and your body covered in cold sweat. His free hand rubbed your back in the same manner of how you should pet a cat. 


“Oh, I’m so c-close!” You yelped, Joker chuckled and with a slowly but forceful movement, he pulled his fingers out of you. You choked out a whine while the tickling feeling of your juices trickled down your inner thigh.


“I can’t let you get ya’ rocks off yet,” He said, reaching over to grab the thick purple rope. “You still have to go through your punishment.” 


Joker licked his lips while his eyes gazed at his fingers. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” He scolded, his face scrunching up in faux disappointment. “Be a good girl and clean this up for Daddy.” 


You quickly sat up, your small hands holding onto his wrist while your lips pressed against his pale fingers. Your tongue lapped up all the juices off of his fingers, sucking them until they’re clean. Joker pulled his digits out of your mouth, a trial of thin saliva was created. He smiled at you and he began to tie you up in thick rope. You giggled when you noticed his focus was wavering. Playfully you pressed your breast together, making the man purr with lust. 


“You like what ya see, Daddy?” You smiled, licking your lips slowly. He tugged at the lavender rope, making you groan out in pain, the rough rope harshly rubbed at your skin.


“Oh, darling. Who told you that you can tease me?” He pushed you onto the bed, your back landing on the silk sheets. His fingers quickly tied and pulled random knots together, making the rope hug tightly around your sweaty body. Soon he was please at what he did. Your arms were tied behind your back while your perky breast were roughly press down by the thick rope. 


“You’ve been a bad girl these past few weeks…” He said, his eyes not leaving you while he effortlessly pulled off his thin white dress shirt, revealing his toned tatted up abdomen. The multiple golden chains that hung around his neck shined in the fiery bedroom light. Joker looked so fucking sexy, you swore that this man was the poster child of sex and violence. 


“I could name all the shitty things you’ve done that pissed me off; or I could just show you, hm? Which one would you like?” He chuckled, his baby blue eyes now dark, and with one arm he flipped you over on your stomach. You didn’t say anything which made him aggravated. Joker pushed your face roughly into the bed, smothering you. “Answer me!” He growled, pushing your face harder into the sheets. 


“Show me! Show me!” You choked. He let you, allowing you to breath. His low, husky voice protruded a giddy chuckle, while his hand reach for the multiple sex toys. “I was hoping you were going to say that…” He mumbled. The sound heavy objects dragging against the soft bed sheet ranged in your ears. You began to twitch around when you felt the icy cold touch of the familiar paddle grazing your lower back. 


“Are you gonna spank me–” You were cut off by a sudden slap to your ass. You let out a small but shrill scream from the sharp pain, but of course Joker didn’t give a shit. 


“No talking unless I tell you to,” He mumbled. “That’s one of the things about you that just grinds my gears…You talk too much, don’t know when to shut up.” He swung the paddle against your ass again, the loud slapping sound of your flesh getting assaulted by the wooden paddle echoed throughout the large, messy room. Joker sloppily, but still aggressive and violently, spanked you. This went on and on for about twenty minutes until the older man tossed the paddle across the room, you flinched at the sound of it violently hitting the wall.


“This boring me…” He huffed out, rolling his blue eyes. “Believe me, princess, it’s fun spanking ya till your black and blue. But I wanna get to the exciting part.” The sound of his pants unzipping turned you on by the second. You wanted him inside you, right now. You rise your ass in the air, showing off your dripping wet womanhood and your now red ass. His hands rested on your hips and without saying a single word, Joker slammed into you, making you scream out in a wail that held pain and lust. 


It’s been forever since you’ve felt Joker’s member inside of you, with him going in and out of asylums, you’ve never really gotten the chance fuck him. Or get fucked by him, as you should put it. 


“Oh, gosh, darling…You’re so tight.” He moaned as he forcefully moved himself in and out of your small and wet entrance. His pale fingers tangled into your {hair color} hair, while his toned hips crashed against your backside. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed and bounced off the walls, the erotic sound made your stomach form knots while your body became hot. Joker slammed into you, making you arch your back and moan out in disbelief and raw bliss. You bucked your hips, forcing him to go deeper inside you. 


“Mmm, Daddy–harder, please…” You gulped, your eyes screwed shut, and your teeth bit at the silk sheet beneath you. You wanted to feel him, roam your hands around his toned back, but alas you couldn’t. As your hands were tied down by the thick rope, and every movement you made, made the rope aggressively rub at your skin. 


Joker slapped your thigh making you wince, and with a swift movement, he shoved his entire member inside of you. This action made your whole body shudder. You were seeing stars at this point. The green haired man sloppy thrust his hips, signaling to you that he was close. Salty sweat stuck onto your numb body while your face contoured in that of pleasure. 


The older man choked out a strangled groan, and without warning he came inside of you. The warm feeling of his seed filling up your womanhood sent you over the edge. “Mistah J! Oh, I’m cumming!” You moaned out, tears adorning your eyes. Even though he already came, he was still inside of you. Shoving his thick penis in and out of you. A familiar wave of euphoria washed out you, and with a quick jerking movement of your body, you came. 


“That’s right, darling…Good job, cumming all over Daddy’s dick like that.” He muttered, his voice an octave lower than normal. Slowly he pulled himself out of you, making some of the semen that was inside you seep out, you closed your legs, too embarrassed to show what the Joker has done to you. 


The sound of his pants zipping back up ranged through your ears. Slowly you sat up, only to wince at how sore and raw your nether regions was. You watched as Joker began to dress himself, tossing on a dress shirt while he fixed his hair, slicking it back to show off his iconic forehead tattoo. 


“A-Are you gonna untie me?” You asked, your voice meek and sore from all the screaming you did. He looked up at you, his royal blue eyes glaring at your naked body. 


“You still need to get punished,” He said, “I haven’t even used all of my toys on you, hell. I was just so eager to fuck your cute little pussy that I cut out the part where I discipline you.” He shot you a silver smile, showing off his metal grill. His smile made your insides go all fuzzy and warm. 


“Daddy has to go to an important meeting. Which means; you stay here, and think about all the naughty things you’re gonna do for me when I come back.” He ran his hand down your face making you shiver. Slowly you nodded your head, which earned you a sloppy peck on the lips. 


You can’t wait for what Daddy has in store for you.                                                                                                

Fate/Grand Order - Shinjuku Assassin Line Materpost

My warmup for today!

Shinjuku Assassin also has some differing lines depending on whether you know his True Name or not, but there isn’t a lot, so I’ve simply put the differing ones at the end. His birthday line may be different just as Shinjuku Archer’s was, however, it seemed inconspicuous enough I left it alone, but I’ll change it if it turns out it isn’t the same.

*If anyone is interested in commissioning me, here’s my regular commission page, and here’s my chart for Chapter America/E Pluribus Unum!

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Which pleases the Lord more: burnt offerings and sacrifices or obeying His commands? It is better to obey the Lord than to offer sacrifices to Him. It is better to listen to Him than to offer the fat from rams. 

God: Destroy everything.

Saul: I will destroy everything but let me keep Agag alive.

God: Destroy everything.

Saul: And also the fat cattle, the best sheep, and the lambs. Don’t worry Lord, i will offer it to you as a sacrifice. Hehe.

God to Samuel: I regret i made him king.

Obedience to His commands pleases God more than your religious offerings. God is much more concerned about what you do with His words rather than what you do to please people. You can offer many sacrifices but if your heart is not right with Him, it’s all worthless. 

Love for God is seen in obedience. So obey God instead of putting mask of piety when your heart is filled with hypocrisy. 

Rep soldiers be like:

- Fight for the Republic

- Fight for justice and freedom

- Protect the weak

- Don’t take bribes

Imp soldiers be like:

- Fight for the Empire

- Fight for the Emperor

- Respect sith lords

- Obey

- Ignore the weak

- Try to look cooler than reps

Knights of Zakuul be like:

- Try not to get killed by Vaylin

- Try not to get killed by the Outlander

- Try not to get killed by the Alliance forces

- Try not to get killed because of Arcann’s orders

- Fight for Zakuul and Valkorion

- Try not to cry