all with the purpose of consuming you

So, the gals all got soaked from swimming in a moat. Solution? Dragon breath!

Man, is there any problem fire can’t solve?

They just stand there, ready for the all-consuming blaze…

…it covers them, and then…


Heh, that’s actually a moderately-humorous frame, and… wow, on purpose, too? We never get those!

Too bad we don’t see a wider shot, I wonder what it–

*camera cuts to Winnie*



You win, Hanna-Barbera. You win. That’s one of the funniest images I’ve ever seen in a cartoon.

I haven’t laughed this hard since I don’t know what.

You don’t have to be in a church to experience the Holy Spirit.
He can flood our souls like an all-consuming Fire in the midst of a joyful congregation,
but He is also in the quietest rooms where tears rest on pillowcases
and with His all-powerful yet delicate voice, He whispers comfort to every beat of the heart.

I was tagged by @seahooon and @theloveablemaknae and i think someone else tagged me on this one too, but it got lost in mails so i can’t find it anymore.. ;; anyways! thanks for tagging me! (/□\*)

1. Who was your first bias and who is your current one?

Jonghyun for both  ♥

2. Why did you get into kpop?

I don’t know, stupid decision really, it’s so life consuming. lmao. It wasn’t on purpose, really

3. If you could join any kpop group, who would you choose?

God. i’d rather not. But maybe CNblue? because its a band, more than idols? I cannot and will not dance, ever, so.

4. If all of your biases proposed to you, who would you choose?


5. If you could be in any fanfic, what would it be?

No idea, honestly. (Sorry im so boring)

6. What mythical creature would you be if you had the chance?

A griffin!  ♥ ♥

7. Supernatural! au or mafia! au?


8. Which kpop idol you would switch bodies with?

Hmmm… not to be perverted, but minho.. i’d like to try be tall, fit and, well, a male. Not that I dislike being female, but it would be cool to try being a Male, because yeah?? . FOr females, maybe Luna from f(x) .. shes cute and smol, i want to be cute and smol too

9. If you could have any idol as a pocket size companion, who would you choose?

Key. He could be my small conscious throwing a tantrum everytime im being a pushover or not speaking up my mind, he’d be there yelling at me to be savage and teach me to be more confident!

10. Which idol you would want as sibling?

Jackson. He seems like he’s tons of fun. idk

11. If you were only able to say five words to your bias, what would you say to them?

I am proud of you ;;

so, tagging, again. this is always the worst part. i do not have enough friends or mutuals i dare talk to help

@kagayakimasu, @ultrakdramamama, @itsonewday, @afteriam, @swimpuku-matsooka, @keys-little-freak & @amazing-rin

Room Concept: Liquor Storage

Being one of the newest live-in employees of the dive bar known as @thecatsmeowbarandgrill means digging out a hole out of wherever one can find it to create a living space. In D’sire’s case, he found a smaller room within a liquor storage room to turn into his own little escape from the world. This room is packed, which means we are consuming all 50/50 slots here, but if you don’t need NPCs, a summoning bell, an armoire, or far too many liquor bottles, you can free up some slots. Let’s take the tour, shall we?

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bjomolf  asked:

4, 6, 12, 19, 21, 28, 38, 50 for the writers meme

  • 04: Have you ever thrown a book across the room?
    • Yes, but not out of frustration. I think I was jokingly trying to hit a friend (and missing by a ton on purpose, of course).
  • 06: Have you read any writing-advice books?
    • Just On Writing by Stephen King. My aunt gave it to me. She is a professional author, but all of her books have less than 2 stars on Amazon, so I try not to take her advice very often. The book was good, though
  • 12: Who is your favorite author?
    • I know it is a huge no-no, but I don’t actually read very much at all. I’m not an avid novel consumer despite the fact that avid novel consumption, supposedly, supports avid novel writing. So, I’ve got nothing for you.
  • 19: Do you prefer writing on a computer or longhand?
    • If you ever make me write longhand, I will fight you. I do not tolerate that nonsense. How dare you.
  • 21: Do you outline?
    • Almost never. Most of the time, I start writing without having any idea of where I am going and develop a path as I go. This is especially true of my drabbles - they’re often the product of me just saying, “GO” and writing whatever comes to mind. In many cases, I have no idea who I am even writing as until the third or fourth paragraph.
  • 28: Which do you find hardest: the beginning, the middle, or the end?
    • The middle. It is usually a transitional period between topics and often seems to drag on and on. I want to get to the climax, but I’m stuck working toward it.
  • 38: What’s your current WIP?
    • I am ashamed to say that my Halloween and Christmas holiday fics are. It is mid January and, yet, here I am. :< I’m a mess. I just haven’t felt like writing anything longer than 1-2k in a long time.
  • 50: If you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?
    • What do you think?
You know that feeling when you’re in love and that special person takes over every aspect & thought of your life? They consume you, you need them, and their existence is your purpose. Nothing would ever make sense without them. They are your everything.
—  I’ve been in love for a long time and I wouldn’t want it any other way (via @its-all-qood-vibes)
I Am

You call me names. Faggot. Queer. Cocksucker. Pig. Bottom. Sub. Fact is, I AM ALL those things. I seek those out to bring them pleasure. I AM consumed by being sodomized. I AM consumed by lowering myself to my knees and take a flacid cock into my mouth feeling it harden, and receiving the reward of hot sperm flowing into my throat. I AM consumed by all things depraved. All things sexual. I AM filled with sin, lust and debauchery. I AM a vessel to be used to take another man’s cock into me. I AM to bring HIM pleasure. I AM to bring ALL men pleasure. For that is my main purpose. So call me whatever you would like. I AM what I AM.

The Adorkable CARYL Adventures

*illustrated and inspired by my partner in crime @passportcolor 

Daryl Dixon isn’t what you’d call a ‘touchy-feely’ kind of guy. 
From his very introduction we’ve seen that for the most part when he ‘touches’ someone, he has a very clear purpose in mind. 
By extension he also has a very clear ‘personal space’ policy and the occasions he breaks that policy are definitely noticeable, to say the least. 

After six seasons of screen time and especially after 'Consumed’ it’s not all that hard to figure out and see that Daryl’s personal space bubble is not just permeable but also kind of adjustable when it comes to one-single and very specific person - Carol Peletier.
It’s taken him a while but sometime along the way, Daryl became more openly comfortable with receiving physical contact from Carol and is now in fact unconsciously and consciously seeking it out, all by himself.
The space he usually kept between the two of them has been shrinking from the get go and at this point, the gap is almost insignificant and something neither of them really thinks about. 
The subtle gestures and little touches have become a part of their unspoken communication system and a way for them to keep themselves grounded, comfortable and maybe even secure on some level. 

After Carol returned and after Daryl practically tackled her in those woods, the rate of TOUCHING and the PROXIMITY factor between the two of them, diminished quickly and the fast pace was almost entirely set by HIM and not HER. 

He couldn’t seem to get close enough to her, both emotionally and physically. 

Nuzzling, hip thrusting, caressing, embracing, grasping, laying down together….

And it was all done in such a natural, organic way - like they’ve been doing it for years.

Now take this scene for instance;

Check out the proximity. 
Look at how close he sits by her. 

Now look at the vast amount of space around her. 

He doesn’t need to sit that close - he can sit on either side of her and leave plenty of room between himself and her.
But he doesn’t. 
Any closer and he’d be half-sitting in her lap at this point.
She’s hurt and he knows she is. 
He also knows that she’s trying to downplay the physical pain for his benefit. Carol knows that he’s blaming himself for her injuries and the van falling off that bridge, so she tries to grimace the ache while he’s not looking and joke the situation away.
Of course Daryl doesn’t buy it! 
He’s jittery, guilt-stricken, worried and once again uncertain
He brought her to Atlanta to search for Beth but he also brought her there because he couldn’t bear to leave her behind at the church with the others. 
He was afraid that if she didn’t come with him, she wouldn’t be there when he returned AND that wasn’t something he was willing to chance.

But he brought her and now she was hurt. 
He thinks it’s his fault and there is nothing she can do to change that but she tries anyways. She can’t change his mind but she can at least pretend she’s not hurt that badly to try and minimize his guilt.

All he can do is sit as close to her as it’s physically possible.

Just like all the other times since she came back, Daryl is still operating under the notion that if he just stays close to her then he might be able to prevent her from getting hurt or disappearing again. 

Personal space be damned…for Carol.
She was always his exception anyways.

*gifs by the lovely human @oohhshiny

📍Here for #BlackJoy.

If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ve probably noticed routinely, I retreat and unplug from social media. I recently ended a 30 day fast with a week of unplugging in which I allowed myself only on my social media for work purposes. It is vital to my mental health to remind myself to be present to the world around me and not always be consumed by what’s going on in the digital space. Especially with all the recent trauma and tragedy we’ve experienced. It is also imperative to remind myself and even you that these are curated moments. That life doesn’t always reflect the ‘perfection’ captured in these moments. That some days I struggle to cultivate my own Black Joy– I’ve spoke a little on this before. I share my journey as a creative in a very authentic way, in hopes to help or inspire the people, especially Black women creators, that choose to follow along my journey. Feel empowered to prioritize self-care, your own Black Joy and not let this work consume you. Share your struggles along with your triumphs. You never know who may be watching and in need of your inspiration.

📷| @blackartchicago

Horrific Headcanons

Letty is made up of 95% pure water. Her internal organs and the sort are all created of pure ice, her skin is slush that’s coated with a fine layer of frost, and when she gets flustered/embarrassed or overexerts herself, she begins to heat up internally. The act of this happening literally causes her insides to melt in extreme conditions, which is why she spends the summer sleeping under normal circumstantia. Similarly, while Letty is nigh of physically indestructible during winter seasons; during spring and summer especially it would be entirely possible to shatter Letty’s skin and break her apart like brittle ice; all while she still lives. And should the water inside of her all be evaporated/consumed by plants after you break her physical body- she dies for good.
When Marisa said that she bet Rumia probably doesn’t even have ten fingers, she was more right than she knew. Rumia, alongside being for all intents and purposes an albino youkai, only has three fingers on one hand. When she first shaped her human form eons ago so as to better blend in as EX-Rumia, her middle finger and pointer finger were formed fused together, as she couldn’t work out a way to work past an injury that hand left her with one less digit in her true form when shaping the disguise. Even sealed Rumia had this defect.
Yamame was once a mother a few hundred years ago, mother to a couple hundred children. When defending her nest from a band of youkai hunters sometime way back in feudal Japan, she’d used her power to inflict disease to wreak havoc amongst their numbers. What she hadn’t expected, was that with the dying breath of the last hunter, that they’d use her power against her. Some rushed for her eggs whilst she was distracted slaughtering the majority, and let their bodies fester next to her children. By the time she’d realized what their plan really was, her children were already infected, and her power is to cause disease; not to take it away. And so she lay victorious, yet defeated. Her children slain before life began. She’s never used her power since.
I am a positive person but I get really tired of aggressive optimism. If someone’s sad, let them be sad. All emotions have purpose. Sadness isn’t destructive if not prolonged. Sadness isn’t unproductive, as it offers awareness. Telling someone to “cheer up” or “be happy” is so ineffective and patronizing. The last thing a sad person needs is for someone to judge their feelings as pointless and unappealing. Welcome sadness, just don’t let it consume you.
—  Unknown

“You have heard me speak of vengeance, Guardian. It was vengeance that I dreamed of during the endless years I spent hiding in the Darkness of Crota’s pits. Lived for it, breathed it - and was consumed by it. 

Vengeance you gave me. Vengeance for the fallen, for my stolen Light. Vengeance for Eriana, who shone brighter than us all. Vengeance, after so long. 

I find the taste…bitter.

And now you ask me: What comes after? What is left for us, once our terrible purpose is achieved?

Purpose. As though anything has changed.

We were stolen from death to fight monsters, Guardian. Does that not tell you something of what we are?”

- Eris Morn

Jeremy Hunt is an ethical columnist’s nightmare | Stewart Lee

It is not always easy to do the right thing. In the 80s, for example, I remember when we all tried to avoid buying apartheid-era South African fruit. “Are these apples from South Africa?”, a photographer friend asked a cockney grocer, “because if they are I can’t buy them.” “I don’t blame you mate,” replied the cheery shopkeeper, “what if them Africans have touched them?” It would be an understatement to say they had been talking at cross purposes.

As an ethical consumer in today’s choice-crowded marketplace, I buy tax-avoiding Starbucks coffee only as a last resort, when no other chain coffee stores are available, perhaps at a motorway service station. But, like an anarchist Fagin, I have trained my children, aged two and four, to wait until the barista has turned round, and then knock as many of the chocolate coins off the front of the display as they can. These I then pocket while pretending to tie my lace, thus costing Starbucks more on each transaction than they make.

I have explained to the children that though this act is not legal, it is nonetheless moral, in a neat reversal of Starbucks’ historical tax avoidance, which though legal, was not moral. Teaching children to steal from Starbucks is a way of making ethics fun for kids and bringing philosophy alive. And they get to eat chocolate which, under normal circumstances, I would forbid them. It’s a win-win situation for all of us. Don’t you wish I was your dad?

Since privatisation, travelling on trains is also clearly morally wrong. How can it be right that privatised rail providers are still in receipt of public subsidies while paying shareholders dividends? But if I’m not on the train, I’m on the motorway, clogging up the environment with evil emissions from my doctored Volkswagen Passat, although this does at least mean I can visit service station Starbucks branches and steal their chocolate coins. Swings and roundabouts.

Due to their unethical milk-powder marketing strategies in the developing world, I have a blanket ban on Nestlé products, meaning when my four-year-old was offered Shreddies for breakfast after a sleepover, she told her friend’s perfectly pleasant parents that they were murdering babies. I worry I have been overzealous in my indoctrination and that when the kids enter their teenage rebellious years, they will turn into a pair of Jeremy Hunts.

But who would have thought the latest challenge to the ethical consumer would come from the NHS? On Monday, it was revealed that health service rules preventing NHS managers offering contracts to companies with Google-style tax arrangements are to be scrapped. If a company subcontracted to provide NHS care is technically legal then it is unfair, under the free market ethic of competition, to discriminate against them. Soon it won’t even be possible to die ethically, let alone buy breakfast cereal.

Clinical commissioning groups in Bristol and Hackney, where I live, are to suspend their objections to using care services provided by companies registered in tax havens. But I haven’t spent my whole life not eating Shreddies and stealing Starbucks chocolate only to be taken fatally ill and see public money paid to a care provider overseeing my expiry while not contributing any of its profits back into the public purse.

Twelve years ago, I collapsed backstage at the Soho theatre after a long-standing stomach disorder finally turned critical, vomiting and discharging blood from my bottom. Had I been obliged to make my own way to a hospital whose ethics I agreed with, I could have wriggled like a filth-trailing snail along Dean Street without any trouble. Indeed I have seen the wealthy night-revellers of Boris’s brave new London step gingerly over expiring homeless folk in worse states, so there would be little risk of a kindly Samaritan forcing me to seek succour from a politically inappropriate service provider.

I lined up black coffees in a Leeds hotel room and started this column on Thursday morning, having seen the story about the tax-avoiding care providers on Monday, and thought it might be funny to write a piece playing up to the image of myself as a leftwing zealot, someone who would rather die in the street like a sick dog than be nursed in a hospital by Virgin Care or GE Healthcare. Ha ha ha.

Then around lunchtime, while writing this sentence, I saw junior doctors on the internet complaining about Jeremy Hunt lying about their pay offer. My deadline was looming and suddenly the intricacies of NHS service providers’ tax arrangements seemed irrelevant compared to the problems facing its very survival. At 1pm Jeremy Hunt appeared on Sky news, saying he had the support of 20 NHS CEOs. But 20 minutes later Twitter showed four had already jumped ship. A news surge had put my funny column into freefall.

On my desktop I still had a website open where I was trying to see if there was a scientific word for the mixture of blood and excrement a sickly snail would leave behind, so I could use it as an over-the-top adjective in the bit about crawling along the road earlier. But the story had moved on. I had no column. I know this dispute isn’t all about me, but I wish people like Jeremy Hunt and these junior doctors would think about the hidden costs of their actions to freelance writers trying to file barely amusing copy on a deadline. How selfish!

The hours passed. Public anger boiled. I wondered why Hunt was imposing on junior doctors a non-negotiable contract which any sensible person could see will decimate the profession and ultimately make the NHS in England untenable. But perhaps, I started to wonder in my caffeinated paranoia, perhaps this was the idea all along.

I don’t want to sound like the Daily Telegraph’s idea of an out-of-his-depth alternative comedian columnist, citing barely understood quotes from books I have never read before going off to talk about farts and cocks on stage for two hours, but Noam Chomsky described the standard technique of privatisation thus: 

“Defund, make sure things don’t work, people get angry, you hand it over to private capital.”

Suddenly, the removal of moral objections to NHS managers offering contracts to the world’s worst companies seems like part of a bigger picture. Those doctors will defect. And who can blame them? But the way will be cleared to plug the gap with privately supplied, unregulated, labour. And the free market fundamentalists will maintain that their hands were forced.


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Creepypasta #757: Would You Feel Any Different?

Length: Long

Imagine this.

You, a person of incredible strength and intelligence, are imprisoned against your will.

Your captors leave you unattended for years. They don’t care. They know you will survive.

Despite your power and ingenuity, there is no way out of your cell. You’ve tried a thousand things. A million.

Nothing works. The cell holds. It takes everything you have to keep the madness of your isolation from consuming you. For all your gifts, you still are a sentient being, and have a breaking point.

But every once in awhile, one of your captors release you. Only for a short time. And only for a specific purpose. Call it ‘exercise’. Call it 'torture’. It’s a brief glimpse of the world beyond your walls, but you will only be free for a fraction of the time you’ve been imprisoned. Then back you go. My hatred for them grew exponentially.

Over time, I learned begging, pleading, bargaining, did little to sway my captors. Sure, some of them seemed to feel a little sorry for me, but at the end of the day, it was always back into the cell I went.

So I went a different route. I started joking with my captors, making them see me as a comrade. If pity didn’t work, maybe friendship would. It didn’t seem to take; they always seemed to be too worried about what it would cost them to help me.

Until this one. He was young, and seemed optimistic. When he let me out, we immediately connected.

He was a good kid, don’t get me wrong. But I saw he was my best chance. And I hated him, just like all the others. Every one of his kind that imprisoned me would pay one day. I just had to be patient. I had to keep up the act.

I pulled out everything I had. Every trick, every manipulation. He was so naive, he fell for every one.

Then the moment came. It was time for me to return to my cell. I looked at him, and gave him my speech, and my best sympathetic expression. Now or never.

He held up the lamp. “Genie, I wish for your freedom!”

The words I had been waiting for were uttered. My chains fell, and I smiled.

Now, I would show this hapless guard and all the others their mistake.

They had no idea what phenomenal cosmic power was. But they were about to learn.

Credits to: KMApok

They are not just idle words for you- they are your life. By them you will live long in the land you are crossing the Jordan to possess.
Deut. 32:47

In this verse, we see that God was giving His people a new place to live, Canaan; however the place was only as good as the life they would live when they were there! God’s laws may seem extensive at times, but you will find that all His laws and commandments have a purpose to protect us that we may be prosperous and successful in whatever we do for Him. So keep on going toward Him with everyday because He has something for you. Even when you can’t see it, let Him be your life! Even when:

1. He hasn’t texted you back

Even when it comes to something as little as waiting on a text message from a guy, you cannot let these little anticipations and hopes and worries consume your life! Let the word of God be your life! Let your day be SO filled with the things of the Lord that you forget you were waiting to feel at ease when you saw that guy’s name flash across your phone. If that guy isn’t serious about you, and most importantly, if he’s not serious about the Lord, you do not owe to him to wait around all day for him to decide that it’s time to talk to you. Focus on the Lord and wait for what He has in store!

2. He doesn’t pay you any attention

There is nothing wrong in desiring romantic love, but don’t let that consume your life. Don’t fill your head with lies from the world that you have to dress a certain way or have a certain kind of personality to get a guy’s attention. Focus on getting God’s attention and know that God is shaping the lives of men who desire godly marriage and they come in all shapes and sizes. Don’t believe the lie that ALL guys are only looking for one thing. Do not let people-pleasing or getting attention for others consume your life, even when it comes to other kind of relationships! Let God be your life tonight!

3. He broke your heart

Whoever that guy was, he does not hold the keys to your heart. He does not get to be the one to decide how you feel today. Let God be your life! He will NOT break your heart. Look to Him tonight!


Biblical context + further reading: Deut. 32

She Was Made With A Purpose
Day 9/30

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. - Ephesians 5:15 (NIV)

In Christ you find your purpose, and now that you know you have purpose in Him it should affect the way that you live. Make the most of every opportunity for Christ. Even when it comes to:

1. Relationships
Whether you’re single or in a relationship, as you take the time to get to know someone, continue to remind yourself that you were made with a purpose. Even if you have to write it down and post it at your desk, or make it the wallpaper on your phone, remember who you are in Christ! Just because a guy has shown interest in you, that doesn’t automatically mean that he gets to consume all of your time. He needs to be intentional about you, knowing that you’re not just dating to be dating, but you’re on a mission to make the most out of to make the most of this life God has given you! If he’s not willing to respect that, then it might be time to seriously evaluate why you’re talking to/in a relationship with this person. So often times people end up getting into relationships where they are not being respected for fear that they are going to be alone or miss out on something. But when you are in Christ, you can’t let this be your motivation. Your motivation is to live for Him; to live a life of purpose where He is at the center. A life where you’re making the most of everything, including your relationship and not taking any moment for granted!

2. Work and School
Whether you absolutely love what you do when you get out of bed in the morning or it’s quite the opposite, keep in mind that your purpose isn’t fulfilled when you finally become a supervisor or when you finally make it to graduation. Because of Jesus, your purpose is so much bigger! So keep your head up as you walk into school or into class knowing that you’re not just there to clock in and get work done. You’re there to make the most of every opportunity, as a wise young woman who is diligently seeking God in everything she does!

Biblical Context + Further Reading: Ephesians 5:15-20

You know that feeling you have now?
You know, that feeling, for however long you’ve graced Earth with your presence, has clung to you like a second skin that you have never seem to get to pry off.
Yeah, that blackness that’s been eating at your core, making you question your life, your purpose.
It turns into that rolling fit of tidal waves at 2am that seep into your lungs because you’re paralyzed on the stony shore,
and it has you begging for certain death.
All of it consumes me daily.
The struggle is real.
With that said, just remember this:
you are not alone.
—  Always fight it.
The role of the PR industry in elections is explicitly to undermine the school-child version of democracy. What you learn in school is that democracies are based on informed voters making rational decisions. All you have to do is take a look at an electoral campaign run by the PR industry and see that the purpose is to create uninformed voters who will make irrational decisions. For the PR industry that’s a very easy transition from their primary function. Their primary function is commercial advertising. Commercial advertising is designed to undermine markets. If you took an economics course you learned that markets are based on informed consumers making rational choices. If you turn on the TV set, you see that ads are designed to create irrational, uninformed consumers making irrational choices. The whole purpose is to undermine markets in the technical sense
—  Noam Chomsky

Konami’s latest microtransaction scheme.

I know Hanlon’s Razor says never attribute to malice what can adequately be explained by stupidity, but I’m not sure this can be adequately explained by stupidity. They HAVE to be doing this on purpose. No one refuses to listen to their customers this much.

Konami: “Oh yes, consumer. That’s a nice FOB you have right there. It would be a shame if something… happened to it. Would you like some insurance?”

Shady as all heck.