type worship

A legit game we had with a legit conversation

Player 1: “Wait so there’s 4 bovine women in skimpy outfits and a totally nude one that are all worshiping a type of motherly figure kind of god.”

GM (Me): “Uh, yeah, so what?”

Player 1: “Are they lactating?”

GM (Me): “What do you think?”

Player 1: “Niiiice, gonna have me some fun.”

GM (Me): “Alright any other questions?

Player 2: “When the fuck did D&D turn sexy?”

Allah’s love for His servants can be beautifully summarized in the following Hadiths,
“Verily your Lord is Generous and Shy. If His servant raises his hands to Him (in supplication) He becomes shy to return them empty.“
Sources: Ahmad, Abu Dawood, Tirmidhi
The Prophet ﷺ once said,
“Dua is Ibadah”
Sources: Tirmidhi, Ibn Majah, and Abu Dawud
Since it is a type of worship, it is something that we must always do. This is even to the extent that the Prophet ﷺ said,
“Allah is extremely displeased with the person who doesn’t do duaa to Allah”
Source: Tirmidhi
Have complete conviction that Allah will accept the Dua, because if you don’t, then there is a high chance it won’t be accepted. The Prophet ﷺ said,
“When anyone of you does Dua then don’t say “Oh Allah! Forgive me if you want“, “Have mercy on me if you want“, “Give me subsistence if you wish” rather believe completely that HE will do whatever HE wishes. Nobody can force Him.”
Source: Bukhari
iKon Kinks

Junhoe: I feel like thighs and ass are his kink. He would make you ride him backwards so that he could see your ass the whole time. 

Yunhyeong: I feel like it wouldn’t be too hard to turn him on. Maybe just kiss him really passionately or grope him in the right places and he’ll be a mess.

B.I: Ok, so I see this guy as a daddy, kitten kink. Like if you called him daddy, he would say something like “Are you sure you want to go there kitten?” and then fuck you senseless. 

Jinhwan: He is forsure a body worship type. Worshiping your body and letting it get him turned on. 

Bobby: Grinding. Hardcore. Like have you seen him grind? I’m pretty sure that if you could do it the same, or even better, he’d jump on you in a heartbeat. I’ve been asked to clarify on what I mean by this. I mean, body rolling, hips twirling, crotch and ass grinding around in circles. Just imagine doing that on him! Ugh! Goals!

Donghyuk: Roleplaying. Anything you can imagine.

Chanwoo: Thighs. ‘Nuff said.

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“Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness. (…)
Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default-settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default-settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self”

DAVID FOSTER WALLACE
(this is water: some thoughts - commencement speech at kenyon college)

anonymous asked:

I absolutely ADORE your writing tbh, goodluck on your blog! Can I have a scenario/imagine of VA!Polnareff's s/o holding him close and kissing his wounds, appreciating every inch of his body? (body worshipping type of thing) Because I bet this poor baby became pretty insecure after losing his legs :'/ nobody's a turtle AU ofc!

[ Aww thank you! Are you the same anon who keeps asking for Pol HAHAHAH or are there that many hardcore Pol fans around I don’t know of? Theres still like another Pol ask in my askbox to answer so stick around~] 

✖ JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF ✖

- It was one of those bad days, he wheeled into the house you shared with him angry, sad, and last but not least disappointed. Not with anyone but his own lack of ability.
- Yes he survived the stand attack but he didn’t leave unscathed, thought it wasn’t to serious he was just constantly reminded about how much his life has gone downhill since getting caught up with Diavolo.
- The only light in his life now being you. Just as he thought that you rushed over to the sound of the door opening only to see Pol’s now bloody shirt and him being all beaten and bruised.
- “ Even in this state, having someone to great me when I’m home is really the best.” He grins at you before jerking a hand up to cover his cheek as the wide smile seemed to have triggered a bruise’s pain.
- You wouldn’t even question what happened, knowing what went on in your lover’s life. You’d just sigh and shake your head, not complaining.
- Him coming back alive was more important than anything to you, being battered up was just one of the things you learnt to deal with over the course of your relationship.
- Soon enough you we’re kneeling by his wheelchair and patching up his wounds. “ I’m sorry that you always have to see me this way. I’m just not the man I used to be.” He gestured towards his legs with a pained smile on his face.
- You can’t help but to throw your arms around him telling him how much you loved him regardless his past, present or future. With passion like yours, how could he say stay even anywhere near negative.
- Polnareff hugs you back before jokingly asking you for a get well kiss, which to his surprise you oblige giving him a quick peck on his lips. Bringing a smile back to his face.
- As you assure him that you’ll never give up on him for any reason you kissed his wounds as you patching him up. Telling him it was for good luck to kiss the pain away. 
- His heart just melts when he sees his beloved just love the parts of him he no longer feels deserve the praise they once did. But if you still loved them all the same who was he to disagree.
- When you were done patching him up he’d just ask you to sit on his lap so he could hug you tight, a reminder of the beauty of now.
- You we’re his light in the darkness and he would do anything to make sure it never gets taken away from him.

Two types of teacher vs. student releationships

Type 1: You and your teacher are best friends.

Type 2: You worship your teacher on an extreme level as he/she is probably the violin god/goddess. 

You waited all week for this

  • Pi Day: Twenty two sevenths of irrational exuberance. 
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  • Pro and amateur league accounting.
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Drama in TV land

The sound of one string strumming

All politics is national

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And!

  • Seaworld stopped captive Orca breeding.

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Originally posted by orcinussorca

okay but!!! someone talk to me about religion ACTUALLY EXISTING on the ark beyond just that mention of the tree. because there’s no way that institutions that lasted thousands of years would dissolve just because humans are now in space. maybe it’s less practiced, maybe it’s a quieter type of worship, but people actually having their different ways of interpreting humanity’s future in a spiritual sense.

imagine sayings being repeated as a way of reminding that the ark will go to the ground again: you will inherit the earth. i will dwell on the earth. ashes to ashes, dust to dust; when you die, you become part of the very space around you.

imagine actual vestiges of religious ceremonies on the ark??? praying towards the planet instead of the sunrise, because sunrise doesn’t really happen. bat/bar mitzvahs celebrating life and maturity. ACTUAL HOLIDAYS that speak of christmas / hanukkah / ramadan & eid al-fitr??

IMAGINE THOSE HABITS CARRYING OVER TO THE GROUND???

I’m so glad my parents were all about me making my own religious choices, although it might have helped if they had also taken me to several types of worship/services as a child instead of just the occasional thing related to a funeral/marriage/baptism/bat mitzvah or etc

Cause now I’d like to explore things on my own, but I feel like such an outsider to any thing I want to go to

Just gotta go and see if my agnosticism can ever be convinced to believe in a thing I guess

soma week day 5 - skinny dipping

hurt/comfort anyone?

i promise no one bites the dust this time.

x

“PARTAAAAAY!”

Black*Star dropped his shorts, mooned the lot of them and canonballed into Kid’s pool. Someone whimpered – it could’ve been Tsubaki or Kid, honestly, Maka wasn’t sure. All she knew was that Patti leapt in right behind him, sans clothing and fists high in the air.

Maka slowly shot a glance to her partner. He was not oogling Patti, thank goodness, and instead had taken to jamming his hands into his pockets and looking any and everywhere but the pool, where Black*Star had taken to commanding that they “GET IN THE POOL RIGHT NOW MORTALS” or else he’d “INTRODUCE THEM TO THE WRATH OF A GOD.”

She squirmed where she stood and shuffled closer to the safety of her partner. There was power in numbers, and while Soul might not’ve been the best fighter, he at least looked intimidating. Their friends didn’t need to know that her partner was a closeted lap dog and all around puppy, and that he spent his time lounging on the couch in his pajamas with his head in her lap. For the time being, she’d let them think he was more shark than man, all sharp teeth and frightening red eyes.

Kim dove into the pool and Maka shot Soul another look. If he caught a peek of Kim’s (admittedly) nice ass, he didn’t show it. Jackie squawked and Kim beckoned her in, raising herself out of the water enough for Maka to realize just how busty her fellow lady meister was.

Soul looked particularly mournful, and perhaps there was something to be said about the downsides of being a faithful weapon. He sympathetically watched Jackie swim toward her meister, her bare back slender and regal amidst the moonlight.

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