bless everything that is you and your body

Shapely🍑

Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.

Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.

Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake


  Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.

‘And this was my favorite pair too’

You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a  svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.

 Boy were you wrong. 

You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.

You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’ 


“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”

Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.

“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.

Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club. The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.

“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee. 

“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”

“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”

“No,”  Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”

Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.

“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.

“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’

You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”

You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.


You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.

You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.


gam

/ɡam/

noun,informal

plural noun: gams

  1. a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.

A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.

You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.


Broad in the beam

Meaning:

Having wide hips or buttocks


You stare at the screen for a moment and then  recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’


Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.

“…then she gave me her number.”

“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”

“Yeah this weekend”

“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.

“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.

“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.

“Am I missing something?” he asks.

 Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.

“Y/n, sugar, listen. I can explain”


tags: @stephie-senpai @chamongangae

@iamwarrenspeace
It’s so important to radiate positive energy into the world and have a positive mindset. Perspective truly is everything; you can choose to see things as either a blessing or a curse.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
I Can’t Help But Stare

Thanks to the amazing anon! I managed to write something! 
WOOHOO! 
After finishing it, I realised that it is a very  cheesy, fluffy fic that involves you and Mark. I have no shame! 
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(Y/E/C)- your eye colour

Originally posted by notsosepticeye

“Ok, so I lost to (Y/N) and Ethan lost to Mark,” Tyler summarized. “Meaning the finale is against Mark and (Y/N)!” 
You grinned, taking a seat opposite Mark. “I still think this is the stupidest video that will plague the internet.” You said. “And that’s saying a lot since it’s competing with Mark’s channel.” 
The boys laughed, while Mark took on an expression of mock hurt. “I thought you loved me, (Y/N)” He whimpered. “I thought you believed in my work.” 
You sighed and crossed your legs on the seat. Reclining against the chair and staring at your boyfriend. 
“Your pushing my belief into doubt with this “staring competition challenge”. Can you three not think of anything better?” 
The boys shrugged, not giving you much hope or reassurance. 

“Now remember, the first to look away or blink, loses.” Ethan said. Your eyes were already glued to Mark’s, and it took all of your strength not to look at Ethan as he started making funny faces at the brunet man-child. 
“Starting in, 3…2…1…GO!” Tyler yelled and silence quickly swallowed the room. Seconds ticked by, and you were already giggling. 
Amazing content right here,” You said, “So riveting to watch two grown adults stare at each other.” 
“Well, I’m certainly enjoying the view.” Mark replied. You poked your tongue at him, ignoring the heat that wormed across your cheeks. 
“Flattery won’t give you this victory, Markimoo.” You sneered. 
“We’ll see, babe.” 
More seconds ticked by. Tyler and Ethan danced around the two of you. In the corner of your eye, you could make out Tyler pulling strange faces while wearing a ridiculously orange wig. While Ethan had Chica by the front paws and was doing some sort of waltz. 

“You know you have really beautiful eyes,” Mark said and you focused back on the man. “That shade of (Y/E/C) is mesmerizing. Especially when the afternoon sun reflects off of them. Absolute perfection.” 
Your instinct was to look away. Avoid his adoring stare as the blush brightened your skin. But you held firm. Pressing your lips in a thin line to keep from giggling like an idiot.
“Those delicate cheekbones. Your smooth and soft lips. Everything about your face is so dazzling, I can do nothing but stare.” 
“You shouldn’t have a problem with this challenge then,” You said, unable to keep a wide smile from your face. 
Mark’s grin was almost mocking. A little smug.
He knew how you felt about flattery. It was basically your kryptonite. Turning you to puddy at even the smallest compliment. 

Mark leaned forward a bit. Resting his elbow on his knee and holding his chin in his hand. His eyes gazed into yours, his expression gentle. 
Why did he have to look at you like that?
“Every morning, when I roll over to look at you, I feel so happy to have you by my side. To wake up and see your hair all messy, your face untouched by that cake you put on. And when you open your eyes, all tired and puffy, I feel blessed to see your true beauty.”
You bit your lip. Your whole body was flush with embarrassment and giddiness. “Everything about you is so angelic. Even when you look away in embarrassment. Or laugh so hard you’re on the ground. It’s all so bewitching to watch.” 
“Stop it,” You said with a laugh. “This is so not fair!” 
“But the worst thing about it is that you don’t see it. You’re an amazing person. So full of life, so full of laughter, that when you walk into a room, it’s brightened by your smile.” His gaze burned into you. You were frozen in place. “Even on your bad days  I see so much light radiating from you, it almost blinding. You can do anything and everything! I believe in you. And I hope one day, everything you wish for, will find it’s way to you. And I hope that, when that day comes, I’ll be there to see you bask in your own brilliance. And come to the realization that you are something incredible.” 
Your eyes were almost teary. You glanced down, blinking and smiling, then you snapped your head up and gasped. 
“Wait! No, that’s cheating!” You shrieked. But it was already too late. Mark whooped with victory, grinning profusely and laughing. 
“Sorry, babe, I win! Markimoo flattered his way to victory!” He hollered excitedly.
You groaned and slid off your chair. Pretending to storm off angrily and disappearing off screen. 

You stopped when you saw Tyler and Ethan sitting on the floor. Their eyes fixated on Mark with awe and open mouths.
“Tell us more,” Ethan begged.
“How much do we mean to you Mark?” Tyler asked. And Mark ended the video with you collapsing on the ground in fits of laughter and Ethan wrapping himself around his left leg, yelling “Senpai!”  

Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 2 of Yours, Unfaithfully.

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut

Chapter 1


The rest of the evening you went through the motions, smiling through the pain as countless guests congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials.

You wished you could leave. You wanted to hate your parents for separating you from the one person who understood every part of your heart, mind and body, but you couldn’t. They had given you everything under the sun and in their own way, you knew they were doing what they thought was best for you.

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To all the little girls like who are like me:
may you never fear the sound of your own voice.
May you never turn around when you want to run ahead,
keep your mouth closed when you want to scream,
or look at your growing body and want to shrink.
Instead, may you speak with the confidence of all the mountains,
firm and strong in their place in the world,
unwavered by the comings and goings of the storms.
May you spread your wings as wide as they’ll reach
and soar forwards to your future,
looking back only to remember and to learn-
never to wish you could return.
May you scream out all the love and passion and tears
and hurt and hopes and dreams you ever have the gift of feeling,
because darling, feeling is nothing to be ashamed of-
it is something to be proud of.
May you never learn to resent the space you take up,
instead revel in the beauty and the strength that is your body.
May you look in the mirror every night
and pick out everything you love about you,
inside and out and everywhere in between.
I hope you grow up knowing that the moment you
begin to fear the sound of your own voice,
you fall into the same trap that has been laid
for young girls like you for centuries.
I beg of you, don’t fall in.
I beg of you, live every second of your life screaming.
—  a blessing no longer whispered // c.r.h.
Doing research for my Bisexual Shakespeare video.

I need yall to enjoy Sonnet 20 with me, when he clearly laments that the fair youth isn’t a woman.

Sonnet 20

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,
Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,
A woman’s gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women’s fashion,
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling:
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth,
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
 Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.

This one is so great, I want to share with you the No Fear Shakespeare paraphrase of it.


Your face is as pretty as a woman’s, but you don’t even have to use makeup—you, the man (or should I say woman?) I love. Your heart is as gentle as a woman’s, but it isn’t cheating like theirs. Your eyes are prettier than women’s, but not as roving—you bless everything you look at. You’ve got the good looks of a handsome man, but you attract both women and men. When Mother Nature made you, she originally intended to make you a woman, but then she got carried away with her creation and screwed me by adding a certain thing that I have no use for. But since she gave you a prick to please women, I’ll keep your love, and they can enjoy your body.

anonymous asked:

do you guys have any new non-au stuff?

We probably do so I’ll look for them right away!

Something To Do With Hands by lethallergic [TaeKook, rated E, 49k]

Hold You Close, Tonight And Always by porridgemilk [TaeKook, rated E, 9k]

Let’s Not Fall In Love by hobe [YoonSeok, rated E, 8k]

call me a baby by codepink [Jimin/Everyone, rated T, 7k]

Hello, I’m Min Yoongi, and I’m not desperately in love with you. by Giveme5minutes [YoonMin, rated G, 13k]

Put my heart back together by Kaminari [JiKook, rated E, 7k]

Pastel by Supermans_crib [Jungkook/Everyone, rated E, 92k]

fake it [til you make it] by Yenelai [TaeKook, rated T, 9k]

it’s only the two of us everything I need’s between those thighs by colonized (colonized_main) [TaeKook, rated E, 6k]

hey you! (you steal looks with your body and face) by Throne [YoonJin, rated E, 5k]

I hope you enjoy all of these!!!!!!!!!!!! They’re all great, #bless all of the authors mentioned here!

-Admin Nana

BTS Reaction to you being cuddly

Request: Hello!! I was wondering if you were still doing scenarios/BTS Reaction to… things? If so, could you do a BTS reaction to you being very cuddly☺️☺️ and loving to be the little spoon? If you’re not, or if you don’t have time it’s totally okay!! Have a great day:))

Yap requests are still open


Jin: 

He would love cuddling, he’d just lay there and sometimes would play with your hair while others he’d just plant kisses all over your head. Making sure he appreciates every single moment you two have together alone and in peace. Overall he’d enjoy being the big spoon as he would be a blessing to envelop your whole body in his arms.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Rapmon:

He would find it adorable overtime you got excited about a cuddling session. Being able to just wrap his arm around your body is everything he’d ever want really. He’d snuggle into your neck and wait for you to fall asleep before getting comfortable himself. 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Suga:

It would just confirm to him that you two are perfect for each other. The both of you would love having cuddling sessions and he would love being the big spoon as he would feel perfectly your heat radiating onto him. He would most likely fall asleep overtime but at others he’d play with your hands and give your ears an occasional peck.

Originally posted by tahyns

J-Hope: 

Whenever you two had a chill day together he knew at one point you would like to cuddle. He would lay in bed and pat on the spot next to him getting ready to hold you. Everything at the moment would seem perfect to him, as you were next to him and weren’t planning on going anywhere. The feel of the security would feel like a blessing to him.

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin:

Considering hoe small he is he’d also at times like being the small spoon. Just having you around him would make him feel butterflies all over his stomach he wouldn’t be able to contain how cute he thought you were, as he would sometimes turn around and just admire your face as he’d push you closer to him.

Originally posted by jincook

Jungkook:

Knowing how much you love cuddling he would always look for the opportunity to throw a random session at you when you were least expecting it. You were just chilling on the bed checking your phone when suddenly you felt someones arms tighten around you and you were somehow now laying down with jungkook snuggling his head into your shoulder.

Originally posted by blackcatscoldfingertips

V:

He’d most likely enjoy staying still with you for a little while but will soon feel the urge to do something mischievous. He would randomly start blowing on your hair and ear and would giggle at you beginning to wiggle around in annoyance. Soon enough when enough time has passed he would suddenly start tickling you or bothering you a bit more consequently turning the cuddling session into play fighting.

Originally posted by cuteshibes

 last nights of ramadan 

wallahi dont give up now 

these are the nights of no sleep

if you feel exhausted and broken already force yourself to recite that extra page of the quran during the night

if your eyes close bcs of the sleep you need, force those extra rakaat during the night

if your heels hurts bcs of standing long in prayer get 5 minutes rest and stand up again and force yourself. 

Literally everything in your body will scream at you and beg you to stop but dont stop until fajir arrives. 

O you who are patient! Bear a little more, just a little more remains.

— Ibn al-Qayyim (rahimahullaah) [Al-Fawaa'id pg. 119, English Translation

Al-Mughirah ibn Shu’bah reported: The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, would pray until his feet were swollen. It was said, “Why do you do this when Allah has forgiven your past and future sins?” The Prophet said, “Shall I not be a grateful servant?”

Source: Sahih Muslim 2819

A Lacklustre Day

Request: “Can I request Percival Graves x reader, where she has a terrible, stressful day at work and she comes home late and in a really bad mood, so Percy comforts her as much as he can and it leads to a gentle, loving smut and after that she just drifts off to sleep peacefully in his arms? I love your writing so much, you are EXCEPTIONALLY amazing”

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Word Count: 1842

Warnings: smut

Originally posted by talking-limbo


Have you ever had one of those days where you felt like the world was targeting all its anger on you? That some higher power was accumulating every negative experience and throwing it directly your way? Well, today was one of those days.

Firstly, you had woken up late and missed the bus to work. Next, because you were late to work by a mere 5 minutes, your boss had wasted 10 more minutes yelling at you for your incompetence, although you had never been late before. Just about every customer seemed to have taken out all their frustration on you, as well as your lazy co-workers. You had to stay back an extra hour, finishing up work that others had been charged with overseeing. The cherry on top was that, when you had gone to get a quick dinner before heading home, you had found that your favourite little café was shutting down. It took all your strength to stay strong as you walked home, not having the energy to even get frustrated with a group of men catcalled you as you walked round the last corner to your apartment. Your feet were heavy as you pulled your empty shell of a body up the endless flight of stairs. The elevator chose the worst day to break.

As you shut the door behind you, you spotted Percival sitting at the dinner table, waiting for you. He stood up, coming over to you with a concerned frown as he watched the blank expression on your face.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?”

As his words came out so did your tears. You crashed finally, not pushed over the edge by another annoyance, but rather pulled into reality at the first act of kindness you had experienced all day. Percy brought you to his chest, coaxing you into a calm state with a steady, gentle hand rubbing your back as he shushed you quietly.

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Cleansing

About This Masterpost
Thicket’s Magical Masterpost

I would consider cleansing to be the first magical education someone should receive. Yes, there are other basics like grounding that are important to learn early on. But as far as first magical actions, cleansing should be among them. Understanding cleansing can also go a long way towards understanding some basic magical theory.

Cleaning is a part of life. Cleaning the house, cleaning the car, cleaning yourself – it’s part of being a human being. So is magical cleansing.

Energy flows outwards endlessly like a fractal. There is no beginning and there is no end. Humans are made out of energy. We’re just kind of crystallized. So it’s not like there is us, humans, and then later on at another point there is flowing energy and that energy touches us. There is no gap. There is no separation. We are energy, the world is energy, the universe is energy. The only thing is, we are a particular kind of energy. We are human energy! And human energy likes to feel a certain way. The energies we clean off of ourselves are the same kinds of energies that other spirits love and feed off of. So right away it is important to abandon a notion of “good” and “bad” energies. We are just lil human beans, loving certain kinds of energy. That doesn’t make our energies better. It just is what it is.

While energy is flowing endlessly, it endlessly interacts with our human spiritual body. This spiritual body is closely tied with our physical body. When you wear certain shields or protections, only certain energies can reach your body. Isn’t that rad?! We literally have the power to separate ourselves from the universe. That blows my mind.

If you live in a bright, airy home, if you have wonderful relationships, if you have a good job and hobbies you love, then you may accumulate way less negative energies (again, negative from our human perspective) than someone who has a rough life. So we do not all accumulate negative energies at the same pace. In addition, it is possible to sweat out negative energies and generate them yourself.

When these negative and unwanted energies interact with our spiritual bodies, it can clog things up. You can develop blockages in your body that represent as physical pain. Most people with knots in their back can experience a miraculous recovery with a little energy work and sweeping the bad energy away. In fact I recently did this for a friend! I released the knots in his upper back and swept the energy to his lower back. He immediately, within seconds, complained of pain in his lower back where five minutes previous he said that was never a problem spot. So just make sure you scoot energies all the way off of people – but more about that when we get to healing in another part of the master post.

Blockages! They can be physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual. Ever been just totally unable to come up with concepts for art or writing? That could be an actual energetic blockage. Ever had a weird pain in your back or body for no reason? Headaches, stomach pain? A feeling of disconnection from the universe? Each of these things has one thing in common: they can be caused by energetic blockages (although this does not mean they are).

At this point a question naturally arises: how often do we need to cleanse? Is it daily like a shower, or weekly like changing the sheets? I believe like most things, an intuitive and varied approach is best. The good thing is that cleansing is incredibly easy and can easily be done daily in your morning shower. I will include cleansing rituals at the end of this post.

I recommend a simple daily cleansing with your shower, or however often you shower. It is simple, requires no tools, and is an excellent way to practice energy work.

I also recommend a deeper cleansing once a week. There are a lot of magical practices I believe are best done once a week, so if possible it’s always nice to have one day a week to focus a few hours on magical upkeep if this is possible. A deeper cleanse can easily be done with a sea salt scrub. What is the difference between a basic cleanse and a deep cleanse? A deep cleanse uses allies such as plants, spirits, and crystals to aid in your work.

It’s time to change directions for a moment and talk about the importance of physical cleanliness when it comes to magical cleanliness.

There is a reason humans prefer clean spaces. It lets the energy breathe. It lets us relax. Clutter is bad for happy and healthy energy flow. Grime is bad for keeping your magical spaces free of parasites and icky things. If you want something to be magically cleansed, first you need to physically clean it. This includes yourself, your items, and your spaces. Taking out the literal trash can go a long way towards taking out the metaphysical trash. If you have a metaphysically dirty amulet, you will notice that gently and lovingly cleaning it will actually really go a long way towards metaphysically cleaning it.

When working with items and areas, they do seem to need cleansing less often with a few exceptions. If a tool of yours has heavy everyday use, such as my conjure crystal Arro, then it likely needs a cleansing every time you use it. You may find this to be true of your tarot cards, wand, pendulums, or other items that receive heavy use and get tangled up in lots of energies. Other tools that are used less often can receive a basic weekly or even monthly cleansing. Tools rarely used can receive a quick cleansing every time you use them but do not need to be cleansed on a schedule.

You can also just tell if an object needs cleansing. It will appear less aesthetically pleasing. Crystals will look dull and not as colorful. If you feel like avoiding an object, like, “ehh… I wear this necklace every day but today, ick,” it needs a cleansing. I have a ring my father gave me that absorbs ALL negative energies and it needs heavy regular cleansings because – it gets lost! If you lose a magical item, it has likely absorbed a lot of negative energies and can’t function any more. Once you find it, give it a big cleansing. And sometimes, objects just plain feel icky. Ever been thrift shopping, picked up a cool looking item, and immediately put it down because you suddenly got a big “nope” feeling?

Rooms where you are most active will require the most cleansing (including your car). My bedroom requires cleansing 3-4 times a week due to the heavy amount of magical, spirit, and life energies that accumulate in there. My kitchen on the other hand never needs a cleansing because the cleaning energies put in to it daily clear it out wonderfully.

Cleanse and clean a room when you feel uncomfortable being in it. When I start to avoid my bedroom I know it is time for a clean n’ cleanse. Especially cleanse after a big argument, if things are feeling stale, if the room doesn’t seem pretty, or you just feel it needs to be done. In general, do a full home cleansing once a month if you are able – this means your room and public/common spaces. You do not need to cleanse the bedrooms of others. While it is easy to do self cleansing and item cleansing with energy work, clearing out entire houses takes a little extra work. If you are a master energy worker like one of my friends you can just whisk all that negative energy out. If you are terrible at energy work like me, you need to enlist allies – again, that is plants, spirits, and crystals or minerals to help you.

Before we get to the actual cleansing rituals, there is one more thing to talk about. There is a difference between banishing and cleansing. They are not the same things and a cleansing is not the same as performing a banishment. If you cleanse a room and half an hour later it’s funky again, there is something in there that needs to be removed. Banishing will come in its own post later on. Banishing is asking a guest to leave – cleansing is picking up all their beer bottles and cigarette butts afterwords. You can pick up all the beer cans you want but as long as that guest is there, trash will keep accumulating.

Cleansing rituals

Self cleansing in the shower is easy. Imagine the water is active and living. Imagine spiritual gunk is sitting on your skin just like physical grime. The water washes away all the spiritual gunk and takes it down the drain. Wash yourself from head to foot (this dispels, as opposed to foot to head, which attracts) using normal shampoos and soaps. Be sure to scrub the soles of your feet and the palms of your hands.

If for any reason you can’t imagine that spiritual gunk leaving, or you feel it hasn’t left, you need a deeper cleanse. This is also the cleanse to use once weekly.

Take some table salt and olive oil. Mix them together in a thick scrub – you don’t need a lot, a quarter cup of salt will do. If you don’t have olive oil choose any skin safe oil you have at home. Hold the little container of salt scrub and bless it with this blessing, or your own:

By earth, the body of the gods

By water, their rushing blood

By air, the breath of the gods

By fire, their burning soul

May this scrub be made blessed and made pure

(Credit to Jason Miller for this charm – read his books, you won’t regret it).

I imagine the soul of nature itself doing this blessing, not any individual god. If you prefer, dedicate this blessing to your patron deity. Speak to the mixture and ask the blessed salt and oil to totally cleanse you of any negative or unwanted energies attached to you. If you like, throw in one of the herbs listed below.

In the shower, scrub your whole body – including your scalp – from head to toe with this mix. Imagine the salt just chomps away at that negative energy, like white blood cell soldiers swarming in and destroying the negative energies on you. If you include a plant, watch their powerful energies do the same thing. Once your entire body is scrubbed up, take a normal shower and again visualize the water taking everything away and down the drain.

You can also cleanse with crystals, incense, and energies.

Try sitting in the sun for 5 minutes and imagining the powerful divine fire burning away all negative energies on you. The moon can perform the same service, especially in her waning phase.

Take a powerful cleansing crystal and hold it to each of your chakra points. Ask the crystal to take away all negative and unwanted energies. Then, cleanse the crystal.

Burn a plant that cleanses (a list is below). Engulf yourself in the smoke. And I mean really get in there. If possible, hotbox yourself in the bathroom or in your car and get covered in smoke. A stick of sage is helpful because it’s easily mobile and does a good job cleansing.

Lastly, every personal cleansing is well rounded off by drinking a cleansing tea made out of an appetizing herb listed below, stirred clockwise three times, with a blessing to bring back beautiful and positive energies to your spiritual body.

Cleanse items in the same way that you cleanse yourself. Gently wash them with water and if the material allows, apply salt scrubs, bury in salt, bury in the earth, leave in the sunlight or moonlight (with instructions given to the item about what is going to happen), fumigate it, or pull the negative energies in to yourself or a crystal to be cleansed at a later time.

Cleanse a room first by cleaning it as best you can. Add some salt to your rinse water and wipe down most major surfaces with this gentle cleanser. Pay special attention to all corners and thresholds (doorways and windows, even an interior doorway like to a closet) and sweep them out very well, then apply the rinse water to that area. If you want to get fancy, research your own favorite general purpose home cleaning sprays. Keep main ingredients like vinegar and vodka, and substitute cleansing plants and add a little salt. Test spray on fabrics to make sure there is no stain. After a cleansing, spritz this around surfaces you can’t wipe down with salt water. I also find plain air fresheners like Febreze do an excellent job to really “complete” any room cleansing. Incense should work great, too. Lastly there are some passive cleansers that do a great job. Cut an onion in to quarters and place one quarter in each corner of a room. Or place a dish of water, an egg, a dish of vinegar, or a salt lamp in to a room to passively cleanse it. Also charge a candle with cleansing energies and burn it; include another candle with negativity banishing energies for an extra powerful punch.

If you want some rad energy work practice, pull fresh and powerful energies from deep in the earth and release them in to a room with instructions to clear out negative energies.

Cleansing Allies

I do not work heavily with crystals so I’m not going to make a list of them – this is a plant ally list! I will list only what I have worked with so I can give personal feedback.

  • Angelica This is a strong banishment/exorcising herb. Use it when you suspect you have very bad attachments. Combined with hyssop, no enemy can stay attached to you.
  • Anise I have worked with this plant before. It is a solid cleanser, if a bit blunt.
  • Basil Is more of a protector than a cleanser, but it works in a pinch. Add to a more cleansing plant or ally such as salt or bay leaf for a good protecting, cleansing spell. Use in conjunction with rosemary for a powerful shield.
  • Bay Leaf/Laurel The most RADICAL cleansing plant ever. Where bay lives, no evil can exist. Put bay everywhere. Hang it up in your room. Make a human stew by throwing bay leaf in to your bath. Liberally add it to cleansing scrubs and sprays. Keep bay with your tarot decks and other tools to keep them highly protected and cleansed. Bay leaf is the salt of plants.
  • Chamomile This is a solar plant and as such brings the power of divine fire to a cleansing. It is bright, cheerful, and happy. And it makes a delicious tea. Buy bulk chamomile from the ethnic spice section of your local grocery store. Burn it as an incense and drink it as a tea for a wonderful warmth and a solid cleansing and protective qualities.
  • Cinnamon This bark is a very strong cleanser and raises vibrations. Use it when you feel down in the dumps and need a good cleansing with a protective edge to it. Add liberally to tea.
  • Cloves A protective plant with a bit of cleanse to it. Use when you can’t get angelica or another powerful banisher. Make in to a strong tea and add that tea to your bath water or wash yourself down with it. Do not use clove as its own for a purifier.
  • Eucalyptus This can be bought in the ethnic section of your grocery store. A very powerful healer. In case of emergency, use liberal eucalyptus oil or leaf combined with rosemary for a full cleansing, healing, and protective spell.
  • Frankincense Again you are unlikely to find this item in the grocery store! Like angelica, hyssop, and mullein, collect when you are ready. It powerfully raises vibrations and is a wonderful cleanser. Especially burn as an incense.
  • Hyssop I have experience with hyssop as a cleanser, but not a protector. However it is a powerful cleanser and can break the strongest chains.
  • Lavender Very strong, yet gentle, cleanser. Use when you, a room, or an item is “tired” and can’t handle a radical cleansing such as what bay leaf provides. It also smells wonderful for room cleansings and makes an excellent tea.
  • Lemon An acidic spiritual cleaner that will eat through any grime. Use with care – it can also eat through you! Don’t add great quantities to a bath unless you know your skin can handle it.
  • Mint Any mints, especially peppermint, make good cleansers and leave you with that minty-fresh feeling. Brew in a strong tea with a touch of sugar for freshness and sweetness within.
  • Mugwort A strong cleanser that improves third eye powers. No complaints.
  • Mullien I LOVE mullein. It is a kickass cleanser and it’s fun to smoke. I have massive (like, a shoe box full) supply of mullein in my home because it is such a good ally. You are unlikely to find it in the grocery store; save this one for when you are ready to collect ‘witchy’ herbs.
  • Peppers Black pepper isn’t quite what I mean and it doesn’t have the same properties. I mean spicy red hot peppers! Obviously DO NOT scrub yourself down with this or drink it as a tea. Hot peppers are powerful banishers. Make an oil with a carrier oil and hot peppers. Dress candles with this oil to banish all negativity from a place.
  • Pine A pine tree has strong cleansing properties. Add needles or branches to a bath. Soak in vodka for a cleansing tonic you can use on objects. Hang around a pine tree and ask it to take negative energies away from you. Burn pine incense.
  • Rosemary My oldest plant ally, rosemary functions dually as a strong cleanser and a strong protector. Use rosemary when your shields have been cracked or when something needs extra protection.
  • Rue This is a very powerful hex breaker. Take a bath in rue and ask it to break any negativity upon you. This herb is not for use for any pregnant or nursing people.
  • Sage Sage works. It’s not over-rated.
  • Valerian It smells terrible, but it is a guard dog of cleansers. DON’T burn it or drink it, but if you need a hardy cleansing and it’s all you have, add it to a nice scrub or bath and it will work wonders.
  • Yarrow A gentle but strong cleanser. Use it when there are a lot of tangled up energies that need to be cleaned out.

anonymous asked:

hcs for Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Ranpo + type of hug?

Dazai Osamu

With Friends

  • Personal space barely exists in Dazai’s mind, and he’s a drama queen. Mix those two facts, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for a man who’s always throwing himself around you in a hug that’s energetic enough to snap bones. Expect to be crushed at random intervals at least once every three days, usually after he’s been abused by Kunikida and is whining about how nobody appreciates him but you.
  • Normally, Dazai’s hugs consist of him tossing a bandaged arm around your shoulders and tugging you tight into his side. Keeping things casual is his goal; rarely does any deep feeling swim through a hug, so he avoids embraces from the front like a plague.
  • Dazai’s hugs are intoxicating, his arms sending a sort of energetic shiver down your spine. They’re comfortable and smooth, but laced with mischief. It’s the sort of embrace you might expect at a Friday night party, right before he slams back another shot and tries to set you up with the hottie that’s been staring at you for the past five minutes.

With S/O

  • What Dazai’s feeling in the moment dictates how he wraps his arms around you. His hugs are just as versatile as the rest of him. What sort of hug you receive—whether it’s bubbly and sweet or crushing in a way that sends aches through your skeleton—all depends on Dazai’s mood.
  • Normally, Dazai’s hugs are playful. He slings his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, as he’s trying to spread a smile on your face or lure you into some game. Dazai rocks back and forth on his heels, swaying you to and fro as he teases you.
  • Be careful not to let Dazai’s light-hearted hugs linger for too long; if you don’t pry him off, his hands will eventually start wandering. More than once, a cute moment has screeched to a halt as Dazai’s nimble fingers slowly wind his way down and past your waistline, dancing patterns as they burrow underneath your clothes. If you think Dazai’s above subtly fingering you in the middle of a restaurant booth, you are sorely mistaken.
  • Sometimes, though, Dazai’s hugs aren’t so much fun. Whenever he bolts upright in the middle of the night, slick with sweat and nightmares ghosting his mind, expect to be crushed in a hug that shatters your heart. Dazai buries his head in your shoulder, arms winding around your waist and squeezing for dear life. He never cries, or whimpers, or even explains these hugs, but with the way his hands tremble against your skin, you probably don’t want to know what’s crossing his mind anyway.

Nakahara Chuuya

With Friends

  • Chuuya’s not big on tugging his friends in for a hug. Wrapping his arms around someone just treads too near to romantic territory. Not all hugs are declarations of passionate love; Chuuya realizes this, but he still can’t shake the feeling that something’s just off when friends go for a hug.
  • If you’re in rough shape, though, Chuuya shoves aside his own reservations to pull you into bone-crushing embrace. He tugs you into his chest, hand snaking up to rest on your head as he lets you sob through your troubles. Inside of Chuuya’s arms feels warm and safe, like the kind of hug a big brother snatches their siblings into after finding them with skinned knees and leaking eyes. He’ll stay, holding you, for as long as you need to collect yourself.

With S/O

  • Expect to be in Chuuya’s hugs more often than not; you’re squished into him so frequently, you might as well live in his arms. Whether you’re out wandering the streets on a date, visiting him in his Port Mafia office, or simply lounging around in his penthouse, Chuuya tugs you in for a quick squeeze whenever he pleases (and the mood strikes often).
  • Every single one of Chuuya’s embraces is paired with a kiss. If he pulls you in from the front, pressing you against his chest, be prepared for something romantic; his fingers slip to your chin, gently angling your lips to meet his, working your mouth slowly as his arms slide around your waist. Otherwise, he tugs you into him from behind, crossing his arms over your chest as his lips dip onto the top of your head.
  • Chuuya’s toned muscles aren’t just good for bashing people's’ teeth in; his strength means you’ll be spun around, a lot. If you sprint up to him, excited to attack him with a hug, he intercepts you, hands wrapping around your waist before you can throw your arms around him. Then he proceeds to lift and twirl you like a princess straight out of a Disney movie. As soon as your feet are solidly back on land, he tugs your waist flush against his, capping off this dramatic show with a tight and practically neverending hug.
  • After he’s downed a few glasses of wine, Chuuya’s hugs are much more fun. The poor man thinks he’s being suave as his fingers ‘sneak’ across your pants. It’s so painfully obvious that he’s just trying to cop a feel, though. Don’t worry; if you’re not up for some tipsy fingering, you won’t have to wait long before Chuuya practically passes out on your shoulder.

Nakajima Atsushi

With Friends

  • Affection’s still a bit foreign to Atsushi, but hugs are something he craves and adores with a passion. If you want to make his day, simply tug him into your arms and crush him a bit. 
  • Despite the fact that he loves hugs, embraces make Atsushi feel a bit awkward. If your arms wrap around anything lower than his shoulders, he’s immediately hyper-aware of everyone watching, every inch of skin rubbing. Even though he always hugs back, his cheeks are always dusted light pink. 
  • With Atsushi, there’s no such thing as a light embrace. The second a hug starts, he’s immediately flinging his arms around your shoulders and squeezing with all his might (and he’s got a lot of it; likely, you won’t be able to breathe properly until he detaches). Usually, Atsushi can’t help but let a laugh spill out of him. Hugs wash over him with a wave of euphoria and he simply loves the innocent gesture of affection.
  • If you’re in Atsushi’s arms, it’s impossible not to feel like the most loved person in the entire world. Every embrace is focused specifically on you; when you’re hugging him, his full attention’s devoted on the way you feel squished by his arms. His hugs are lighthearted and warm, refreshing but comfortable like a balmy breeze.

With S/O

  • Kissing’s guaranteed to fluster the poor tiger boy, so a hug’s the perfect way to spread a little bit of casual love to Atsushi while in public. He still notices every single pair of eyes shooting over to you two when your arms cinch around his waist, but at least he’s his normal shade and not blushing like a tomato. If you notice another girl staring, a predatory glint in her eyes as she looks Atsushi up and down, hugging him is a perfect way to mark your territory without flustering your boyfriend. 
  • Atsushi never looks at you while you’re hugging. If his head isn’t buried in your shoulder as he basks in your arms, your head’s probably buried in his. If you’re short enough, Atsushi settles for resting his chin on your head. He doesn’t evade your gaze on purpose; it just sort of happens without him even noticing.
  • You’re the only one that Atsushi hugs around the waist. To him, that’s pretty much a danger-zone; after all, the stomach’s such an intimate place! Sharing such close affection is something he’s only comfortable doing with you.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

With Friends

  • Prepare for the fact that you’ll never be hugged by Akutagawa, ever, in your entire life. Unless you’re knocking on death’s door, he would rather spend a day locked in with a pack of ravenous dogs than suffer through such an awkward, touchy-feely ordeal.

With S/O

  • Even holding hands is enough to unnerve Akutagawa. Hugs aren’t much better. He can only truly enjoy them while he’s relaxed, and seeing as pure, innocent affection practically winds him tight as a bow string, a good hug is nigh unto impossible. Comfortable embraces only happen after Akutagawa’s been dating you for a good long while, or late at night when you’re snuggling and he’s too exhausted to be grumpy. 
  • At first, Akutagawa’s embraces are undoubtedly stilted and awkward, but as he gets more comfortable with his skin brushing up against yours, hugs loosen up. No longer are all of his muscles bunched together when you throw your arms around him; in fact, he finds he enjoys this type of affection. Eventually, Akutagawa’s even comfortable enough with hugging that he gets a bit naughty when you embrace him. Don’t be surprised if Akutagawa’s fingers wander into your underwear in the middle of a hug.
  • No matter how much he grows to like hugs, surprising Akutagawa with one is generally a no-no. Being touched without his permission sets him on edge like he’s just heard someone whisper ‘Dazai’. If Akutagawa’s enjoying an unexpected hug, it’s because he surprised you, not the other way around.
  • Akutagawa’s got a go-to hug posture that he rarely strays from. One hand’s resting on the back of your head, his fingers slightly threading through your hair. His other hand’s gripping your stomach, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer. Practically no space separates your bodies as he pulls you closer against his skin.

Edogawa Ranpo

With Friends

  • Mere friends don’t deserve the privilege, the blessing, of Ranpo’s hugs. If you’ve managed to snatch the title of ‘best friend’, you might get a tight squeeze now and then, but chances are slim. Normally, the closest you’ll come to an embrace is Ranpo dramatically draping his limbs over you when he wants to catch a quick cat nap or complain about something.

With S/O

  • Much like everything else in his life, Ranpo’s hugs are either 0 or 100; nowhere in between. If he’s craving your love, he’ll often bug you to come and wrap your arms around him, whining until you drop whatever you’re doing to pay attention to him. It doesn’t matter if you’re reading a book, brewing tea, or even trying to finish up an exam; if Ranpo wants a hug, he’ll do anything in his power to get one (as long as he doesn’t have to stand up). Of course, sometimes the mood strikes him; he’s nearly stalking you for a hug. Ranpo will straight-up ambush you, cornering you in the bathroom while you’re pissing if he doesn’t see any other way to force some affection.
  • If you’re attacked out of nowhere, nearly tackled from behind, don’t worry; it’s probably just Ranpo. He rarely warns you before diving in for some unexpected attention. For someone who survives only on taffy and fruit-flavored soda, he packs surprising strength; don’t be surprised if you both end up on the floor with a few bruises. (He won’t be satisfied unless you kiss them better, of course. If you do a good job, though, he’ll return the favor.)
  • Don’t expect romantic hugs from Ranpo; unless he’s in a rare mood, all he wants from an embrace is light snuggling. Normally, after Ranpo’s got his arms around you, the next thing he does is drag you to the couch for some lazy cuddling. For him, effortlessly tangling together as you marathon shitty crime shows is much better than actually putting work into squeezing you in his arms.
  • Ranpo prefers to be wrapped in your arms, rather than the other way around. Unless he’s trying to get your attention by flinging his body parts across you, the detective’s out to be snuggled, not do the snuggling. After all, why hug back when he can just enjoy your head burrowing against his chest and your arms wrapping around his chest? Ranpo hugs back if you start pouting, but if he can get away without putting effort in an embrace, his arms just lazily drape over your shoulders.

2goldensnitches  asked:

There is seriously a bathroom prayer???

Is there a bathroom prayer?  Yes, indeed!

Everything is a sacred act in Judaism – even taking a 💩..

The Asher Yatzar is a prayer to be said after your body does its business.  It honors the miracle that is the human body, and recognizes its complexity and the importance of all parts working the way they are supposed to - that keeps us alive.

Here’s my version of the English translation, which is slightly adapted from one on Ritual Well:

Blessed are You, Holy One, whose Presence fills the Universe, forming the human being with wisdom. You create it with many openings and many vessels. We are shown well that should even one of these stay opened when it should be closed, or one of those stay closed when it should be open, we could not long survive. Blessed are You, Healer of all flesh, that makes the wonders of creation.

Here’s the Hebrew:

בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה יְהֹוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ מֶלֶךְ הָעוֹלָם אֲשֶׁר יָצַר אֶת 

.הָאָדָם בְּחָכְמָה וּבָרָא בוֹ נְקָבִים נְקָבִים חֲלוּלִים חֲלוּלִים גָּלוּי וְיָדוּעַ לִפְנֵי כִסֵּא כְבוֹדֶךָ שֶׁאִם יִפָּתֵחַ אֶחָד מֵהֶם אוֹ יִסָּתֵם אֶחָד מֵהֶם אִי אֶפְשַׁר לְהִתְקַיֵּם וְלַעֲמוֹד לְפָנֶיךָ .אֲפִילוּ שָׁעָה אֶחָת .בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה יְהֹוָה רוֹפֵא כָל בָּשָׂר וּמַפְלִיא לַעֲשֹוֹת


This prayer has been adapted in modern times for many new purposes such as breastfeeding women, gender transition, and overall healing – especially that last line.  It’s is historically used after going to the bathroom, but clearly could serve many purposes.

And, was pointed out that I forgot to mention that you say this AFTER you leave the bathroom. Your poop may be holy too – but most people frown on mixing it with the name(s) of G!d/dess.    h/t @legally-bitchtastic [Edit- 5.31.2017] 

More on Yasher Aztar:

The Pagan Prince and The Princess

Warning(s): None 

Note:I am running low on request! I’d love some more. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, this imagine can be found on my Ao3.

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera: “Ivar imagine, please? (Y/N) is the younger daughter of King Ecbert (about Ivar’s age) and when they meet its an epic love story. Im just a sucker for romantic Ivar. What do you thing?”

You are working on a new art piece, of course you had to make sure no one was following when you came to the room. Although your father would punish you if he found out you made art, you still do it. You know that your punishment will even be worse if he were to find out that they are forms of pagan art. The only person you have put your trust in was Judith, you know she would not speak of your hidden passion to anyone. Your current piece was a painting of Yggdrasill, the magical tree that connects the nine realms together. You had read about it in a book Athelstan had given you, it was a book telling you all about the pagan culture and their gods and goddesses.

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anonymous asked:

sooo...I'm still new to the doctor who eu. can you explain to me what Faction Paradox is? because just going through your posts... it kinda sounds... made up? like...what the hell?

This is the most blessed ask I’ve ever gotten

Very quick version: Gallifreyan voodoo cult that uses paradox for their own goals.

Slightly less quick version: First seen in the Eighth Doctor novel Alien Bodies, later got their own spinoff books and audios and comics and short stories and devoted fandom. 

Rather long-ish version: A tangled web of timelines on a truly cosmic scale, in which nothing is sacred, everything can happen and the confines of Doctor Who are thrown clear out the window. The franchise starts off with killing the Doctor and sending him into full-on psychosis (twice) from the sheer trauma of meeting his own corpse; goes on to fill an entire encyclopedia with the story of a Time War; breaks free from the universe on a four-dimensional vessel spanning millions of galaxies and their collective cultural histories while Gallifreyans pretend to be the Faction and other Gallifreyans pretend to be Gallifreyans pretending to be the Faction and the Ship’s Captain is stuck talking to his own severed head loop after loop after loop; has a spinoff novel focusing entirely on Kelsey Hooper from the Sarah Jane Adventures pilot; and doesn’t actually have any stated goals, as such, aside from mocking all that Gallifrey holds sacred by flaunting atavistic displays of blood and bone and sex and joy

Increasingly long-ish version: “It’s never easy, explaining Faction Paradox in a single line. It’s been described as a criminal syndicate, with agents operating in every civilisation from the first to the last; as an all-purpose guerrilla organisation, intent on overthrowing the order of history-in-general rather than any specific government; as a fetishistic death-cult, whose members remain utterly unaware of its founder’s true intentions; as a secret army, preparing for the day when it can launch a mass crusade against any other bloodline that stands in its way; even as a conspiracy of monsters, whose purpose is to stir up a War in Heaven and then pick over the ruins. And none of these descriptions are entirely untrue, although all of them fall short of the mark. If the aims of this group/ cult/ organisation are vague, then at least its roots are well-known. The Faction started life as the bastard offspring of one of the Great Houses – the Houses being those aristocratic bloodlines which have, since long before the rise of the “lesser” species, seen it as their duty to oversee the structure of causality – and in human terms even describing the Houses is a challenge. To call the members of these bloodlines “another race” or “another species” seems to miss the point, somehow: the continuum has depended on their presence for so long that thinking of them as “just a different kind of people” is like thinking of gravity and entropy as different kinds of people.” (Introduction by the creator himself, continued here!)

Back to tl;dr: Doctor Who meets Grant Morrison’s The Filth

God, why do you let bad stuff happen?

Have you every been angry at God? 

Like when you watch the news and discover that there has been yet another terrorist attack, killing dozens of innocent people. Or when someone you love passes away well before their time, or when you take a look at the abhorrent state of poverty that billions of people are enduring while others have so much wealth. 

I have become full of anger at the injustice and despair that our world squalors in and have often cried out to God demanding, ‘why are you letting this happen?’. But, my question is… should our anger and frustration really be directed at God?

I find that whenever something terrible happens, its always a matter of time before the blame game comes into play.  I mean there are the obvious ones, like yes the terrorists killed those people, they are at fault. But there is often another level of blame that generally gets laid on God. The question of ‘how can He stand by and watch this happen?’, ‘How can He be Love but allow these hate crimes to happen to His children, His creations, His masterpieces?’.

Now, before I continue, I ask for grace, as I completely know that this is one of the main points of debate within the christian community and even outside of christian circles. I am not claiming to know all the answers, I just feel like this has been placed on my heart recently as I have had my mind opened to this by others older and wiser than myself, so please read this kindly. 

The firstly i’d like to break the assumption that everything that happens is Gods will. God’s will for us was displayed in the Garden of Eden. A life in complete connection with Him, a life and world without any trace of sin. He offered us perfection but we chose destruction. God’s will for us did not and does not involve sin, pain, disease, trials, disappointments despair or anything that is not good. If it’s not good, it’s not caused by God. 

Psalms 145v9 says, ‘The Lord is good to all, He has compassion on all He has made’. 

James 1v17 says, ‘Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows’.

Psalms 34v8 says, ‘Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him’.

Psalms 119v68 says, ‘You are good, and what You do is good. Teach me Your decrees’.

These verses prove that God is good all the time, in the middle of all our hardships and anger about the state of our world. Its all well and good to say that He is good, but do we really believe it? The fact is our world is full of woe. Everything is fallen. Biology is fallen, we are still ageing, we get diseases, our bodies decay. This was not God’s intention. Psychology is fallen, we live amid fear and worries, depression and negativity. Our thought lives are easily manipulated by evil. This was not God’s intention. Geo Physics is fallen. There are earthquakes, tsunamis and natural disasters that have the power to take livelihoods, lives and tear a part families. This was not God’s intention. Our choices are often fallen. We constantly choose the world and it’s pretty wrappings over the Goodness of God and His plans for each of our lives. This was not God’s intention, it was sin’s making. Satan is the Prince of this earth right now until Jesus comes back in a blaze of Glory… But, the Lord has given us the authority and placed us here to work through us and bring His hope to the hopeless world. 

There is the phrase used a lot in ‘christianise’ conversations that ‘God always gave us a choice’. This is so true as cliche as it sounds. Just like how we had the freedom to choose in the Garden, We now have the freedom to chose to respond to God, who does not and will not abandon His creation. 

God does not leave us defenceless and weak in the face of the evil that resides in our world. He gave us the cross. The greatest display of Love that the world has ever seen. A way for us to re-kindle the original intention God had for us in the Garden of Eden. One with relationship, a close Father and child bond. This is the complete opposite of abandoning us or walking away because the earth was too far gone. He sent us a Hope, that brought about the age of Grace. 

Let me just clear up some stuff that is often lost in translation when it comes to the age of Grace… It is not a green light for us to waltz around doing what ever we please under the name of ‘grace’ because God will forgive us anyway so we may as well live it up. Wrong. Nope. Stop. What Grace actually does is enable us to become the people God created us to be, and intended us to be. It rips away the veil of sin that separated us from Him and brings us back into His presence once more. 

Grace is also not a magical repellant against hard times. Unfortunately, the world is fallen, and it’s effects will touch all of us in some way shape or form.. But Grace does enable us to endure hard times. After all, real faith trusts a person (God), not the outcome. 

Grace is also not overlooking sin.. it does however, enable us to access God and His forgiveness, His peace, His power and His rest. 

The Age of Grace is now. We have the job of prayerfully, passionately and purposefully influencing our fallen world. We have the duty of bringing heaven to earth like it says in Matthew 6v9 ‘your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…’. God’s will is not the current state of this place. His will is that what it is like in Heaven will be bought down to earth. That is our job as HIs ambassadors on earth, to pray against evil, to rebuke corruption, to lift up the broken, to give the silent a voice, to care for the sick… to be Jesus’s hands and feet on this earth. We are His vessels in this Age of Grace, and our number one weapon against the terror in this world is prayer. 

So, my brothers and sisters… Join with me and take the blame and anger off God. For He is Good all the time, and the evil and corrupt state of this world was not what He wanted for us, His beloved children. The joy, peace and perfect world He really wants for us awaits us in eternity with Him. 

-31women (Gabi)

The Joker x Reader- “Without Wings”

Each villain gets a protective spirit, kind of like a guardian angel but…not really. The Joker is a handful, that’s why nobody wants the job. Lucky him you love challenges so you’ll take him under your wings (so to speak since you don’t have any; it just sounds nice).

When the Ace Chemicals incident happened, The Joker’s guardian just left him, fed up with the difficult task of keeping him out of danger so there was nobody watching over The Clown Prince of Crime. You felt the urge to help and stepped in right away because you absolutely love tough assignments.

He almost drowned in that vat but you pulled him out in time. J didn’t see too much before he lost consciousness: just a shadow he assumed it was one of his henchmen (not too much to see anyway since you’re shapeless). You felt so bad about his misfortune – no villain is supposed to be without protection at any given time. You tried to make it up to him by making his eyes a more intense blue and blessed him with a lot of eerie beauty. A guardian spirit is not allowed to change anything about a villain’s personality so you didn’t.

Holy crap, is it hard to keep him out of trouble or what? He’s so reckless, impulsive and temperamental now you realize why nobody wanted him. But you never lost a villain on your watch and you’re not going to start now.

At the present moment you are very concerned about his girlfriend: she was actually sent to assassinate him and he has no clue. For once somebody got under his skin and it worries you. Things are really getting out of hand: she already tried to kill him twice last week.

When she gave The Joker the poisoned grape juice, you tripped him and he spilled it all over his new suit. Man, he had such a fit and it was fun to watch: you always enjoy his tantrums. When she tried to inject him with the toxin in his sleep, you slapped her hand and she dropped the syringe. You broke it to pieces and she was so intrigued: how can plastic shatter like that?!

Bitch, don’t mess with someone under my safekeeping!!

Tonight she will try again and you are so done! You are seriously considering taking over her body, this way you can watch J all the time: he certainly needs extra care and attention. Last time you did this for somebody was about 200 years ago and you recall you didn’t enjoy your mortal adventure too much. Plus, if you decide to do it, you’ll be stuck like that for a year, then you have only a two days window to go back to the Shadow World. If not, you’ll be confined in the body until it dies.

Not very nice options but it’s nighttime and she will make her move soon.

Shit, might as well.

You materialize by their bed and float there for a while, considering all the alternatives and finally determine:

HERE WE GO!

You open your eyes and blink a few times, adjusting to your new status. The Joker senses you’re wiggling around and moves his hand from your waist to your breasts, mumbling something in his sleep.

Watch it, mortal! And you move his hand lower. J feels that and slides his fingers down your tummy, trying to get inside your bikini.

Seriously, human, keep your hands at home. You move his hand away.

A very low growl and he shoves himself into you, opening his eyes for a few seconds. Since you can see in the dark, you have to congratulate yourself: you did such an amazing job on that shade of blue!

“Why are you still awake, Princess?” J yawns, snoozing shortly after.

I just got here, you want to say but you don’t. You never sleep anyway. You turn towards your protégé and carefully remove the blanket off him to admire that eerie beauty you blessed him with a while ago. Yep, you did very good: that pale skin is flawless and all those tattoos amplify the whole ensemble gorgeously.

The Joker is such a light sleeper: you were cautious yet he felt you move the cover and woke up, reaching over to kiss you.

How weird, you back out a bit and he wraps you in his arms.

“What is it, Doll? Wanna go again? I am tired as hell but I can make an exception for you,” he grins, taking a deep breath.

Go where?! It’s in the middle of the night.

“Nooooo,” you mutter because you can tell he needs to rest. Why would he want to get up and go somewhere?!

“OK then, Pumpkin, just let Daddy know if you change your mind, I’m not gonna let my girl hanging,” he stretches, groping you and placing your arms around his neck, this way his head rests on your cleavage.

“U-hum,” you agree, confused, not having a clue what he’s referring to.

He suddenly kisses you one more time and it irritates you: keep your lips at home, mortal! Such a strange sensation; it’s been forever since you’ve been inside a human body. Very interesting, what is it really?! Without even noticing you kiss him back and he moans, groping you again.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Y/N; come on, let’s go again then, you’re making Daddy all worked up,” he purrs, breaking apart from your lips with his eyes closed.

Where does he want to go?! He’s worn out and it shows.

“We can go tomorrow, um… baby,” (that’s how that woman addressed J and it appeared he liked it).

What’s the rush? Just sleep and you can take me wherever you want in the morning.

“Are you sure, Doll?” he nuzzles in your long hair (well, hers), not really wanting to give up on the opportunity.

“Of course I’m sure, we can go tomorrow, you’re exhausted,” you reply, playing with his green locks, completely oblivious at the meaning of his statement. All these things you feel are overwhelming but so far it’s not as bad as you remember. Probably need to get reused to everything.

“You know we will!” he promises, cuddling to your chest while you keep on caressing that green hair and you have to admit you’re happy he’s going to take you somewhere  fun on your first day as a mortal.

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He keeps on staring at you all day, intrigued.

“What is it?” mortal, you want to add but decide to skip it.

“Something about you changed, Doll. You look sooooo beautiful,” he licks his lips, enticed.

Of course I’m beautiful since I blessed this body with my presence, duh.
“Did you change your hair?” he evaluates your assets, trying to guess on what it is.

“Nahhh,” you keep on playing with her cellphone, mesmerized. Wow, this is absolutely fabulous! This piece of technology must be the greatest invention ever on the planet!

“Did you change your makeup?” The Joker insists and walks on the street, trying to get in the limo and you follow, scrolling down all those interesting pages on Google, catching up with what’s going on with humanity these days.

“No, baby, I didn’t.”

“What is it then? Drives me nuts! What changed?” J is not even paying attention to the cars passing so close by and he still stands there, keeping the door opened so you can get in.

“Watch out,” you calmly warn, yanking him close to you just in time before a car almost hits him.

“Jesus, that was close!” he cracks his neck and slaps your butt as an encouragement to enter the limousine. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“It’s my job”, you admit, not taking your gaze off your phone.

“What was that?” he grins once he gets in the car by you.

“I said no problem,” you repeat, changing your tune. J takes the cell out of your hand and hides it in his jacket.

“Stop playing with it, Princess, and pay attention to me.”

You whimper, unhappy your toy is gone for the moment.

“Tonight you’re in for some special treatment, Doll,” he winks and you lean your head on his shoulder, bored. “I’m in the mood for some crazy stuff.”

“You’re taking me to that place you wanted to go last night?” you innocently inquire.

“Ahhhh, I love it when you tease me, Kitten,” The Joker roars in your ear, biting it.“Daddy will take you to places you’ve never been before,” he slaps your thigh, aroused.

How cool, my human will take me somewhere awesome tonight.

“You swear?” you double check, excited, unaware of what’s in store for you.

“Always,” J pulls on your bottom lip and you move closer to him. “Lemme take a picture of you, Y/N,” he takes out his phone, “I need a new screen saver… … … Hm, I think there’s something wrong with my phone,” he frowns at the image and tries again. “I need a new one,” he puckers his lips, unhappy. “Look!” he shows you the image and you see the dark shadow covering half of your face.

That’s me, silly, you smile and encourage him to take another picture, making sure your ethereal being doesn’t show this time.

“See? I told you there is nothing wrong with your phone,” you giggle and he is very content with the new screensaver of his pretty Doll.

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Ohhhhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant when he said he’ll take you places: probably an understatement anyway. Wow, that was really wild! It seemed he enjoyed himself immensely and you don’t know where you stand yet; can’t say you disliked it though. I guess something else to get used to in a human body, no big deal.

Your head is resting on his abs, your feet high on all the pillows while you examine all the bites and hickeys on your body, not pleased with what J did.

“My God, Y/N, you were so feral !!! You scratched me quite badly, look!” he proudly shows you the marks you left on his pale skin.

You asked for it mortal; you can’t do that to me and get away with it!

The Joker messes with your hair for a little bit, then you try to get up and he won’t let you.

“Hey, Pumpkin, wanna go again?” he purrs, attempting to snatch you but his left hand is still handcuffed to the bed so he can’t move too much.

“Go where?” you pout, not in the mood to get out of the penthouse.

“I love it when you tease me, com’ere!” J signals you with his finger and you crawl on top of him because he seems to like that along with the kissing thing. “You can take advantage of me, hm? Go crazy, I’ll let you!” he lifts his head to bite your neck and you dodge his lips, annoyed:

“You’ll let me??! I don’t need your permission, mortal!” you snarl at him, biting his shoulder, calling him that out loud.

“That’s a good one, Y/N; are we playing roles? I can be the mortal and you can be…”

“Kind of like your guardian angel, no wings though,” you give him an evil glance, actually saying the truth but he wouldn’t know.

“Oh, goody, yeah, that works,” he moans, too horny to concentrate on what just came out of your mouth.

Ohhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant by “going again.” You really need to get up to speed with all this earthling talk that seems way to unnecessary complicated sometimes. As soon as you get your cell phone back, you’re on it!

** He wakes up in the middle of the night and distinguishes your body shape by the window, mumbling words he can’t understand and softly chuckling to yourself.

“Prinnncessss,” J whines, rubbing his eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep, I’ll be there in a minute!” you urge him, taking a deep breath, not thrilled you got interrupted.

You are actually communicating with another protective entity; I guess in human words you could call IT best friend and IT is assigned to safeguard Jonny Frost.

“My mortal needs me, “ you whisper in the Shadow World’s language not meant for human ears anyway. Your “friend” understands and vanishes, not that anybody can see IT to start with; only you have the ability since you’re the same.

You crack a few bones and go to bed, which is dull because you never doze off.

“I can’t sleep without you,” The Joker grumbles, and you oblige, taking him in your arms and squeezing him really tight. You even have one leg around his waist and you cling to his body like there’s no tomorrow.

I like my human, he gets so needy but he can’t help it, you reckon, placing soft kisses all over his forehead; you know he enjoys this kind of stuff. You hug him even tighter and he chokes, coughing a few times.

“Baby Doll, I can’t breathe,” he complains, half gone, and you loosen your embrace a bit.

“You’re a great villain,“ you praise in a very low voice but he can’t really understand since he’s snoozing.

“That’s nice, Kitten,” he mutters and you crush him in your arms again.

I really like my mortal, you smirk with such a devilish smile he cannot see and protectively watch him like a hawk all night, even if you don’t really have to.

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“Watch out,” you smoothly move J with your finger just an inch to his right and the bullet shrieks by his ear, ricocheting in the wall behind.

“What… the hell?!” he snaps at the hostages, pulling his gun out and shooting the rebel officer that dared commit such atrocity. “Anybody else wants to be a hero?!” he screams and has the worst temper tantrum ever during the heist.

Wow, you think, bedazzled.  This is even more fun to witness from so close, certainly one of the greatest villains ever.  

“Y/N, “ he comes in front of you, panting, super pissed from what just happened, “remind me to thank you tonight, yes? We can go as many times as you want,” J winks at you before restarting his rant and wreaking some havoc he makes sure they’ll never forget.

I know what that means, you gasp, proud you learned the difficult subtleties of this planet’s vocabulary.

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“Batsy’s coming, we should go right now,” you tell him, raising your voice so The Joker can hear you over the deafening music in the club.

“No, he’s not, he has no clue about this place,” he keeps you in his lap when you alert of the imminent danger.

“Batsy’s here,” you emotionlessly speak, bored to the maximum and you push him on the floor.“Watch out,” and the explosion in the front of the club makes the ground shake, a few pieces of sharp glass falling right on the spot where he sat a few seconds ago.

“Holy shit, Doll,” J gets all startled, both of you carefully creeping out of the VIP room and take the back exit before things worsen. Batsy really raided the place on a tip from an anonymous source but the evasive King of Gotham was nowhere to be found. AGAIN. How irritating!

**Nothing is going to happen to him under your watch, no way!

His impulsiveness and recklessness gets him in trouble very often, but you can manage: you’ve protected worse before.

One year will just fly by, half is already gone. YOU GOT THIS! **

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“Check out my new tattoo, Princess,” J uncovers his shoulder and you gulp, taken by surprise. He got two angel wings on top of your name tattooed on his collarbone. He likes to joke you’re his guardian angel because you bring him good luck. Pretty close, but not quite.

“I …I don’t have wings…but I like it,” you stutter, telling the truth, but The Joker believes you’re being funny.

“Since it seems you are my lucky charm, I thought you would appreciate this more than anything else, am I right?” he licks his lips when he notices how hypnotized you are with his new ink.

“Are you going to be ok when I’m gone?” the unexpected question comes and he rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“Bad mood again?” he wants to know and forcefully pulls you in his arms. “Look what I did for you, be grateful! You’re not going anywhere. Got it?”

I have to, my year will be up tomorrow and I don’t want to be stuck in this body until it dies. You really wish you could explain to The Joker but he won’t understand nor is allowed to know anyway.

“Stop talking nonsense, Doll, you’re making Daddy mad.”

“Why do you keep on calling yourself that?!” you inquire, gazing in his blue eyes.

You really, really did a great job with that shade!

“Because I’m your Daddy and you should call me that more often, you naughty little minx,” he kisses you roughly, grossly groping your butt.

The arrogance this human has! But he’s a good villain, that’s his forte.

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“Pumpkin, I can’t breathe,” he moans in his sleep and you loosen your embrace again.

You kiss the tattoo he got for you and he squirms a bit, ticklish.

My mortal likes me, you caress his green hair, getting ready to flee the body. She will take over again but won’t remember too much. That woman won’t have a memory of her mission to kill him so J should be safe. Plus, you’ll always watch over him since you are determined not to fail at your task.

“I’m going now,” you whisper and peck his cheek, ready to get out. “Don’t make my assignment of keeping you secure too hard… Daddy,” you softly laugh and he nuzzles in the crook of your neck, growling.

“You’re not going anywhere,” The Joker barely manages to hum.

“You’re awake?” you test the waters, intrigued.

“Nope,” he sniffles because he just heard bits and pieces, being so tired he can’t even wake himself up to properly talk to you.

Batsy chased him for a full hour around Gotham but he managed to escape since you were in the car also. Yeah, strange how he gets away when you are around; a real mystery!

“I have to go but…”

“No,” he opens one eye and since you can see in the dark, you notice.

“Sleep… you won’t even realize I’m gone,” you trace his Damaged tattoo with your index finger and he closes his eye, purring under your touch.

“I would notice…” J yawns, more awake but having a hard time focusing.

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about,” you giggle, amused he’s such a stubborn mule.

“I need my guardian angel,” he grumbles and you squeeze him really hard again, contemplating your choices.

“I don’t even have wings,” you widely smile but he’s in his trance and really speaks without knowing at this point.

“That’s fine…” and then tugs on your t-shirt. “Pumpkin… I can’t breathe…”

Right, you keep on forgetting you hold him too tight. Just being overprotective, that’s all. It’s your job.

I like my human, you grin, wanting to stay because he’s a good villain and I guess won’t be too bad being trapped alongside him in this body.

Heaven knows The Joker needs all the help he can get.

Even if the help doesn’t have any wings.


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Seeing You On The Other Side (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by thetheatrekiddestination

Summary: As an old women, you feel yourself slipping away from life on Earth. As you cross over, you reflect on everything wonderful in your life, before making your way to the Afterlife.

Warnings: Mention of character death, but not graphic or terrible. Mentions of the Afterlife? (Not sure if this will offend some people.)

Time Period: Hamiltime, all though not super specific.  

Word: 1340

A/N: I know it is semi-based off Eliza’s part in “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story,” but that was my intetntion. And I am sorry if you are offended by the talk of the Afterlife. I know not everyone belives in it, but I tried to keep any religious mentions out of it. Without further ado, enjoy!

You laid in your bed, trying to rest but finding it near impossible. As you tossed and turned more, a large cough escaped your throat. This alerted the other members of the house, and slowly your bedroom door creaked open.

“Mother, are you alright?” your daughter Eliza, who was named after your best friend, asked as she softly stepped into the room.

Instead of answering, you gave her a small nod and smiled. She started towards your bed and sat on the edge. Smiling sadly down at you, she grabbed your hand and held it tightly.  

You squeezed back and rested your free hand on her check, trying to console her.

“Please don’t worry about me, it’s all going to alright.” You reassured your daughter.

“But I’m scared.” she confessed. “I don’t want to lose you.” Tears now started to slide down her face.

About a week ago, you had contracted pneumonia, and each day you felt worse than the day before. You knew your time was coming soon, and you had confided your suspicion with your daughter.

“Do not be scared, you are such a beautiful and strong woman, exactly like who you were named after. I promise, you will be completely fine when I am gone.” you promised her, wiping away her tears just like you did when she was younger.

“Don’t talk like that, mom.” she whispered.

“Shhh it’s alright, I will be alright. For now, I’m going to try and get some more sleep darling, I’ll see you soon.” you told her, squeezing her hand before she stood up. Your daughter learned down, kissed your forehead, and walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Letting out another cough, you could feel your eyes growing weak, and you knew that you would not be waking up to see your daughter once they closed. It turned out that whenever people said that your life flashes before your eyes right before you die was true. Once you closed your eyes, you saw all the wonderful achievements you had throughout your lifetime.

You saw the first time you had met Alexander Hamilton. It was while you were taking a stroll through town, you stumbled across a debate between Alexander and a Mr. Samuel Seabury. After the debate, you had approached Alexander and told him how much you agreed. “Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?” Luckily, he wasn’t like most closed-minded men. He accepted opinions. After flirting with you quite a bit, he asked if he could write you, and the rest was history.

Next, you saw Alexander on one knee, the day he proposed. Right after that, you had a flash of yours and Alexander’s wedding day, when you had become husband and wife. It was magical. Although the Revolution was still going on, you managed to scrape together one night of romance to celebrate your union.

After that, you saw the day you had told Alexander you were pregnant with your first child, Philip, and the day he was born right after that. You saw all of your children before your eyes, growing up all over again. You remembered the tears shed by both you and Alexander as you took turns holding the bundles of joys that were the best parts of you and the best parts of Alexander. 

Unfortunately, you then saw your first born dying in your arms. The time that followed the event had put a strain on your marriage with Alexander, but after moving Uptown you worked through it and fell in love again. But then he went and published that damn pamphlet, and you had to work so hard to build your marriage again.

Then, one of the most horrifying sights flashed before your eyes. You saw Alexander dying as you held him in your arms, and he told you to take your time joining him. That was when your heart a shattered into a million, tiny pieces, and it had never been the same again.

After Alexander had died, you started to work your butt off so people would tell his story once you were gone, trying to secure the legacy he always worked so hard for. You interviewed each and every soldier that your husband fought with, and tried to translate all of his thousands of pages of writings, proving to everyone of the good your husband did.

Then for a while, you helped out your best friend (more like a sister), Eliza Schuyler, to start the first private orphanage in New York City. She got to raise hundreds of children, although she never had any of her own. And you got to experience joy as well. Although, each child’s sparkling eyes reminded you of what you saw in Alexander’s

Once you had helped her to achieve her dream, you continued on with your own dream. You went around and spoke out for those who did not have the equal rights as white males in America.

You started out by speaking against slavery, trying to convince everyone that you cannot enslave another human being. Next, you focused on helping women get their own rights. You even attended the first conference dealing with women’s rights in Seneca Falls, New York.

Every time you finished speaking, you could feel a pain in your chest. Alexander could have done so much better if only he had the time. Each time you thought you weren’t going to live to see another day, the Lord granted you more time. Each time you were extremely grateful, but some days you wanted to lie down and wake up with Alexander.

Finally, you saw all of your family that was still alive. You saw your beautiful daughters, dashing sons, and extraordinary grandchildren and great-grandchildren. You had such a blessed life, and you got to share so many moments surrounded by the people you loved.

Your only thought was had you done enough? Would others continue to tell the story of Alexander Hamilton and his wife, (y/n) Hamilton?

You could feel your soul slipping away from your body, yet you did not try to protest. After years of having faith, you knew that you were heading somewhere beyond life on Earth; the Afterlife. So, you let go of everything and let the unknown consume you.


When you opened your eyes again, you had to blink a couple of times to let your eyes adjust to the bright light. You stood up and looked down at the wrinkles in your dress. As you tried to brush them out, you noticed something that made you gasp.

Once you brought your hand up to eyelevel, you saw that there were no wrinkles. It looked like it had long ago when you were young. One could only assume that the rest of you looked younger as well.

Although you were still marveling, you heard a cough that brought you make to your senses. Looking up before you, you saw a sight that made you want to cry. In front of you, stood every person you had loved in your lifetime, but had passed away before you.

First, you saw your mother and father, who ran to embrace their daughter. Pulling away, you felt like you wanted to cry but couldn’t, for there were no tears in the Afterlife.

Glancing around you saw the all of Alexander’s friends (that became your friends) who had died in the war, or shortly after. Lafayette, Hercules, and John all smiled at you and nodded their heads in thanks for making sure the world knew of their stories.

The people who stood directly behind them made you want to jump for joy. “Angelica, Eliza.” you breathed out, not believing your best friends, who were more like sisters, were standing before your eyes again.

“And Peggy.” the youngest sister, stated as she also embraced you in a hug, and you couldn’t help but laugh. After a few moments, you pulled away.

Finally, you saw two figures standing behind everyone, and your heart soared. There in front of your very eyes stood your first born child, Philip, and your soulmate, Alexander.

You pulled Philp into a bone-crushing hug as any mother would if she had outlived her son by more than 50 years. You checked over his appearance and saw that he looked absolutely perfect. “I love you, mom.” he told you.

Pulling away from your son, you walked slowly towards your husband. Once you got close enough, you broke into a run, and threw yourself into his arms; taking notice of his younger appearance.

Looking into the eyes you had fallen in love with, you brought you lips near his and crashed them together. You had been waiting 50 years to do that.

“Alexander, I’ve missed you so much. I love you.” you sighed in content.

“I know, (y/n), my love. But I’m glad you’ve taken your time in coming to see me again. I just want you to know how proud I am over you, of all of your accomplishments. You did so much more than I ever could.” Alexander complimented, peppering your face in kisses.

You giggled and melted into the hold Alexander still had on you. Now, you never had to worry about having enough time. You were going to spend eternity with those that you loved most.

~Charlotte

I Love You - Johnny

Happy Birthday to one of my biases from NCT. Literally blessed for him to debut as NCT 127 ;-; thank you so much for existing and please be happy and stay happy my love, you deserve the whole world <3.

- Admin Na.


Originally posted by nakamotens

get it man sexy man


“You forgot it was my birthday didn’t you”. You couldn’t look in your boyfriend’s eyes as guilt rushed throughout your body. “Johnny, you know I’ve been busy with everything. With work and school, it’s easy for me to forget!”. Johnny looked the other way, hurt. You moved a little closer to him, gently touching his back. “Baby, I’m sorry I forgot but I have a lot going on right now”. “Unbelievable”, he said while moving away from your touch. “You are so selfish you know that?”. “Me? Selfish? And could you explain why I’m being selfish”, you scoffed. He was getting on your nerves. “You never have time for me! You’re either working or studying for exams, it just annoys the shit out of me,”. “You know what, I thought you’d understand since you’re the one with a tight schedule”, you said crossing your arms. “Well, at least i make time for us unlike you”. “I don’t understand why you’re so mad at me!”, you yelled. “Y/N, if this was the other way around, you’d be mad at me. Hell, you wouldn’t even talk to me”, Johnny said raising his voice. “Whatever, I’m done arguing Johnny”, you said as you were leaving the kitchen. You went into your room and slammed the door. You laid in bed, listening to the sounds Johnny was making. You could hear him putting on his coat, and the sound of his keys jiggling. You can hear him open the door of your apartment and slammed it behind him. You took our your phone and dialed his number. 

“Where are you going?”, you said with annoyance.

“Out. Don’t wait up for me”, he says then hung up, his voice was cold. 

You threw the phone across the room. You huffed, angry at yourself for arguing with Johnny on his birthday. You laid in bed feeling regret and guilt. 

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You woke up from the little slumber you had. You looked at the clock. 3:45 AM.

You looked at the empty cold spot next to you. Johnny hasn’t been home since he left. You picked up your phone and dialed his number. After it ringing for a while, it went to voicemail. You sighed. You wanted to know where his whereabouts were. You wanted to know if he was safe. You got up from your bed and walked out of your room. Your feet touching the cold wooden floors. 

Reaching the living room, you could see the brightness coming from your tv. You didn’t remember turning it on. As you were getting closer to your tv to turn it off, you hear light snores coming from the sofa. You looked at the sleeping figure of your boyfriend on your sofa. Crouching down to get a better look of his features. You gently put your hands into his hair. You sighed, smelling the alcohol from him. You blamed yourself for putting him in this stake. Johnny stirred in his sleep, finally opening his eyes. “Hey.. I told you not to wait up for me”, his tired husky voice soft. You didn’t say anything. You stared in his eyes, still running your fingers through his hair. “Johnny.. I’m sorry”, you whispered, your voice was sincere. He closed his eyes and gave a small smile while chuckling a little. “I’m not mad at you anymore. I’m over it. It was a dumb argument anyways”. You looked to the side. You were still upset with yourself for forgetting about his birthday. He put his finger under your chin and brought your face closer to him. “Y/N, I told you. It’s okay, I’m not mad”, he said giving you a reassuring smile. He pulled you in a deep, long, passionate kiss. “Come on, lets go to bed”.

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You flipped the pancakes, making sure you were cooking the other side thoroughly and not burning it. You still felt bad about forgetting his birthday so you decided to make it up by making breakfast. 

“What’s this?”, you hear Johnny say behind you. You smiled at his bed head and seeing him in his boxers. “I’m making breakfast for you”, you said while finishing up with the last pancake. He brought his long arms around your waist, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Aww, you didn’t have to”. “I want to.. to make up for being a bitch”, you said while looking up at him. He looked at you lovingly then playfully touched your nose. 

You laid out his plate in front of him, while putting all of the food you cooked onto the table. You both sat across from each other and started eating your breakfast. “So, I have today planned out for the two of us”, you said. He stared at you, smiling. “Oh really now?”. “What is it?”, he asked. “It’s a surprise”, you said smirking. He laughed at you. “Johnny, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I want your 22nd birthday to be special”, you said. “It already has, just being with you makes me happy”. Johnny got up and brought his face closer to yours. He gently kissed your nose before passionately giving you a kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N”. “I love you too, Johnny”.

KHH Song Recs pt.1

We’ve noticed a lot of people asking for KHH song/artist recs since they don’t know much or anything at all so we decided to collate a little recs post to help. There is so much good music out there it can be overwhelming so here’s a list of some popular artist and songs to try.

(We’re working on a pt.2 post too so keep an eye out)

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