and the sentiment god!


Sans is great at puns and all, but we all know Papyrus is the Pun master… (forgive me)

little things i love about calum
  • you can see his lisp when he talks
  • his inability to grow facial hair
  • his jawline could cut a bitch
  • he is so sentimental that he has his sister’s name and parents initials tattooed on him
  • he made us a playlist named ‘for you, from me’
  • his lil baby curls 
  • the two moles on his cheek
  • the golden tone of his skin
  • how he’s so quiet in interviews but when he talks everyone listens
  • he is always accidentally covering the microphone in snapchats
  • he dm’s fans on twitter, telling them to keep living
  • he was really involved with twloha
  • he is so incredibly passionate and talented
  • when he doesn’t know what to say he sticks his tongue out
  • he’s always telling us how attractive we are
  • he has a really good relationship with his sister
  • he’s fucking obsessed with dogs
  • he writes the most beautiful songs
  • how when he laughs the corner of his eyes get all crinkly
  • his teeth are literally perfect???? how???
  • he gave up a whole soccer career to pursue music
  • he loves music so much 
  • he always remembers to say thank you, to his parents, to us, to his crew, etc
  • he’s always feeling up his tiddies 
  • cheekbones, need i say more
  • he’s got a resting bitch face, but a heart of gold
  • he puts up with michael’s shit
  • he’s learned from his mistakes
  • his chubby cheeks
  • all around squish
  • he’s always posting pictures of his butt
  • he’s always forgetting his lines
  • when he stretches his tummy shows
  • he gets so bashful when someone compliments him

“The real sin of marriage today is not adultery or lack of “adjustment” or “mental cruelty.” It is the idolization of the family itself, the refusal to understand marriage as directed toward the Kingdom of God. This is expressed in the sentiment that one would “do anything” for his family, even steal. The family has here ceased to be for the glory of God; it has ceased to be a sacramental entrance into his presence. It is not the lack of respect for the family, it is the idolization of the family that breaks the modern family so easily, making divorce its almost natural shadow. It is the identification of marriage with happiness and the refusal to accept the cross in it. In a Christian marriage, in fact, three are married; and the united loyalty of the two toward the third, who is God, keeps the two in an active unity with each other as well as with God. Yet it is the presence of God which is the death of the marriage as something only “natural.” It is the cross of Christ that brings the self-sufficiency of nature to its end. But “by the cross, joy entered the whole world.” Its presence is thus the real joy of marriage. It is the joyful certitude that the marriage vow, in the perspective of the eternal Kingdom, is not taken “until death parts,” but until death unites us completely.” – Alexander Schmemann, For the Life of the World

Dear Black People, 

It’s 2015. Stop being the token black friend, stop accepting ‘you’re not even black'as a compliment, stop having conversation  with white people that only wants you to teach them how to twerk, Stop being in relationships with someone of another race if they don’t want you to meet their parents.(This applies to other races too.) And for the love of God learn that other races also hold anti-black sentiments. Just because they are POCs does not mean they are pro Black.

Commission for @arcasangels based on their wonderful fic Carpe Diems and Chrysantemums. Please go read it because it’s super beautiful!

Flowers meanings and why I used them (warning because it contains spoilers if you haven’t read the fic yet):

Rose of Sharon - Consumed by love: I thought it was really fitting since Lance has the Hanahaki disease in this fic. I mean?? You could say he’s literally being consumed by love.

Alstroemeria - Devotion: This guy loves Keith so much I just needed to use this flower. It felt really fitting too.

Pink carnation - “I will never forget you”: I chose this one because of the decision he makes. He’s determined to let the disease kill him if that means he won’t forget Keith and can treasure his lasts moments around him. I swear to god th IS GUY.

Daisy - “I share your sentiments”: This one has nothing to do with Lance’s feelings, actually, and that’s why I decided to draw it outside the green circle. This one is Keith’s response, but it’s out of his field of view and even though it’s not out of reach he can’t catch it because he doesn’t know it’s there. Yeah, I know, I’m horrible.

When someone has experienced a devastating loss people will pretty much always insist on saying:

“It’s all part of gods plan.”

THEN the expectation is that the sentiment be accepted as thoughtful condolences. That’s some humongous fuckery. HOW is it okay to tell someone who’s lost the person they loved the very most in this entire world that it’s essentially for the best, even if their mortal, feeble brain cannot comprehend?! Get out of town with that shit.

Fic: Your Heart is the Only Place That I Call Home

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Kabby

Word Count: 6591

(A/N: This one got a LOT longer than I thought it would, so sorry for waffling. Picks up immediately in the final scene of season 3 and goes where my head went from there. I’ve used some Trigedasleng, probably badly, sorry if that’s a bit rubbish. Includes a shower scene because that’s where the Kabby Squad has been at for the last few months haha. Hope you all enjoy.)

But I know it’ll have to drown me, before I can breathe easy

Marcus is drowning. Lost in a flood of violent memories that shouldn’t belong to him. He feels the dual sensations of nails piercing his wrists, then being the one to drive them home, through flesh and bone. There is the echo of feeling Bellamy’s neck giving under his hands, his body fighting uselessly for life against Marcus’ relentless grip. Aiming a gun at those he cares about, at family, and squeezing again and again without so much as blinking. So Marcus clings to Abby like a drowning man, buries his face in her neck and tries to block out everything that isn’t her. She feels so small, but so strong as she near enough holds him up. He wraps his arms around her and breathes her in as she runs a hand over his hair. She smells like salt and earth and blood, but she smells like home.

He rests his forehead against her collarbone and gasps, realising he’s been sobbing into her skin, open and vulnerable in a way he can’t remember being since he was a child, and she has simply accepted him, with no judgement or blame, and cradled him tenderly to her breast. She has borne the weight of his sorrow; of both their sorrow, he thinks, with a sudden jolt. He feels the pain in his wrists and wonders how she must be feeling, in light of the love and care she is showing him in this moment.

When he raises his head to look at her, his eyes and breath catch on red, raw skin; a necklace of rope burns encircling her throat, and a fresh wave of horror rises in him.

“What-?” His voice cracks, he can’t bring himself to ask; he needs to know but already can’t bear the thought of her answer. He strokes his thumb ever so gently over the abrasions but Abby still flinches. Then she shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Abby…” He can’t keep the pain from his voice, and she can’t keep it from her eyes when she looks at him then.

“They were trying to get answers from Clarke.” Her voice is rough from the abuse her throat has suffered, “ALIE made me…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, she doesn’t need to: hang myself. The image of it in his mind’s eye has Marcus breaking all over again. From the look of her injuries it’s clear it was far too close. He could have lost her.

“God, Abby…”

“No… Hey,” She’s holding his face now. She has black blood on her hands but he doesn’t care, her touch is everything. “I’m okay. We’re okay.” But even as she says this, her hands are moving to take his own, removing one of the poorly wrapped bandages around his wrists to reveal the wound, and her face is pure anguish. “I’m so sorry…”

Marcus doesn’t care about his own pain, he only cares about hers, and the pain he’s unwittingly inflicted on those he loves. In this moment he only cares about stemming the flow of her tears.

“You didn’t do that.” He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the marks on her neck, whispers, “Just like you didn’t do this.”

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So I was Catholic as a kid, and I would always hear people saying that they see God in others. Okay, beautiful sentiment.

But I didn’t really understand what it meant until today, when I was walking down the hall at school and saw a tall blonde girl wearing hiking boots and a green kaki jacket talking to a freshman. I didn’t mean to eves drop, but I heard the tall girl say “you text that boy and tell him you do not want to date him. You don’t owe him shit if this is how he treats you!” The freshman looked like she had been crying, and it didn’t take much to put two and two together.

And in that tall girl, I saw Artemis, protector of maidens. I don’t mean in the sense that I think this girl is actually Artemis, but I saw her grace shining through her to help this poor kid. I felt Artemis present in that moment, and it was beautiful. I want to follow her example and live in the spirit of the theoi, to do their work on earth and serve them as this girl did Artemis, whether she knew it or not.

I haven’t really contacted Artemis at all, but tonight, I am going to give her an offering and say thanks.

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For the first night of Hanukkah, a Jewish-themed 221b!  :)


“What a surprise. Who knew a Chinese restaurant in Gdansk would be such a popular spot with supposedly dead British citizens on Christmas Eve?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Presumably the same thing you are: hiding out from people who want us actually dead.”

“I meant this restaurant. Tonight. Are you…? I’ve always wondered.”


“Curly dark hair. Intelligent. Vocal atheist. Not to trade in stereotypes, but…”

“Curly haired people prefer Chinese on Christmas?”

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“I came here tonight because I’m alone, unsentimental, hungry, and it’s the only place open on Christmas. I take it these are not your reasons?”

“Some of them. It’s also a Jewish tradition. And I suppose I am sentimental.”

“God. How could I have missed that?”

“How could you have known?”

“Your last name, for one.”

“That’s not a dead give away. Plenty of gentiles share it.”

“Even so. Bit of a lapse for a detective. Well, then…. L'chaim?”

“L'chaim… Are—are you sure you’re not Jewish?”

“Would it make a difference if I were?”

“It would make my mother happy.”

“You really think your mother would be happy with a semi-employed, sociopathic, drug-addicted detective who is officially dead, as long as he was Jewish?”

“Her daughter’s a dominatrix. That lowers the bar for ‘nice Jewish boy’.”


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u know when you forget the name of someone who was important to you and u die a little bc how could you ever forget that ???

anonymous asked:

I want to believe in God but I do the things I know I shouldn't do. I take His name in vain constantly, swear a lot, and probably the biggest one is I have gotten very close to sleeping with my boyfriend. I haven't yet, but it is very tempting. I love him and he loves me, but he is not religious and I don't want him to get the wrong idea about me. In moments where the temptation is strong, my mind is like "God probably isn't real. Don't waste your life" I'm so confused, please pray for me :(

Hi friend,

I’m about to speak to the part of your mind that’s like, “God probably isn’t real. Don’t waste your life.”

Have you ever heard the song What if by Nichole Nordeman? If not, I suggest listening to it, because I totally agree with the sentiment. 

Here’s the thing. If God isn’t real and you believed in Him and lived a Godly, Christian life, you would love people, and show people grace, and forgive people, and just generally treat yourself and others well and do good, right? And then you would die. You would never know. 

But if God is real (and in my heart there is no if any longer), and you choose not to believe in Him and do good and be good and love Him and others and yourself (I’m not saying that people who don’t believe in God can’t and don’t love, for the record), it’s not just that you die. But you know that.

I would rather live a good life glorifying Him and then die and never know than not believe in Him and then die and find out that He is real. 

I’m not saying this to scare you. We shouldn’t believe in God because we’re scared. It’s just… something to think about. 

As for you doing things you know you shouldn’t do, I think getting to know Him will majorly help. Growing closer to Him and trusting Him and loving Him with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind. You can do this through prayer and reading His Word. Talk to God about everything and anything that’s on your heart and mind. Ask Him for help, friend. Ask Him to change your heart. Ask Him to help you with your unbelief (Mark 9:24). That’s what I did. I used to have so much trouble believing, and I just kept asking Him over and over and over to help me and change my heart and make me new. I told Him I was sorry and that I was ready. 

As you grow closer to Him and He begins to change your heart, you’ll find that you’re not going to want to do any of the things that you are currently doing that you know you shouldn’t do. This isn’t to say you’re never going to be tempted and that it’s not going to be difficult, because you will be and it will be. But the closer you grow to Him and the more you understand what He says, the more you’re going to really not want to do things like take His name in vain, swear a lot, have sex with your boyfriend, etc. 

I pray all of this makes sense, and I pray it doesn’t sound too harsh. I love you so much, friend, and God loves you so much. Trust Him. Try your hardest to trust Him, because He’s got this. He’s got you

Sending so many prayers your way, love. Please keep me updated on how you’re doing. <3

All my love,