bringing this back because it's perfect

no but seriously you guys Aaron Minyard is a backliner. just think about that for a minute. 

“What position do you want to play?”

“The one where I stand next to the tallest guy on the court and people try and run over me and i’m like ‘fuck no, back the fuck off’.”

Like i believe that Andrew is a goalie because of course he is, he’s the last line of defense, the immoveable, the one who ruins everyone’s day saying “no.” And Aaron is like “bring me the glory seeking strikers so i can shove them away and be like no not today - and if you get by me, may i introduce you to my twin brother in the goal there.” 

minyard twins =the one-two punch of “I don’t think so motherfucker” 

why the houses need the other
  • slytherin needs gryffindor: they're great thinkers, but fucking hell, they pussy out. they overthink all their decisions. they need someone to help them just push the button to their amazing plans
  • slytherin needs ravenclaw: just to calm the fuck down. both of the houses stress their butts off, they get annoyed by ravenclaws when they stress, forgetting their own stress and realizing that, now they see the ravenclaws stress, their stress is not gonna solve anything
  • slytherin needs hufflepuff: guys, i dont wanna follow the stereotype, but F U C K, slytherins are just way too mean and rude and need a little positivity nd genuinely nice people
  • gryffindor needs slytherin: 1) sexual tension 2) s e x u a l t e n s i o n 3) they can make the best plans ever, but a gryffindor seriously needs a slytherin to help them with like, take over the world
  • gryffindor needs ravenclaw: just to keep their feet on the ground & their head on their shoulders when they dream TOO big
  • gryffindor needs hufflepuff: to keep their heads orientated. when idea's & thought become one big blur, they need a hufflepuff to help them sort it out
  • ravenclaw needs slytherin: to talk about feelings. slytherins can be very understanding and good at listening, and a ravenclaw can really need this sometimes
  • ravenclaw needs gryffindor: to have a stubborn opponent. they like a tiny bit of challenge sometimes and the slytherins are just TOO determined to win, the hufflepuffs not determined enough & the gryffindors are just perfect; fun and stubborn
  • ravenclaw needs hufflepuff: to have someofun. i'm really not saying that ravenclaws aren't fun, just that their fun is 10x better when with a hufflepuff. they also make sure you stay healthy in stressfull periods of time, a must for a humon body
  • hufflepuff needs a slytherin: to realize fun isnt everything in life, to keep them out of their dreamworld back to reality sometimes. also because sometimes you kinda really need to get to get things done
  • hufflepuff needs gryffindor: because of all the challenges they bring in hufflepuffs life and their bolder qualities allowing hufflepuffs to be less shy & more comfortable in their skin
  • hufflepuff needs ravenclaw: to help them focus on little things & help them see beauty in things like WHY the stars move and how it comes the sky is bluer in spring than in summer
Reasons Why “Kubo and the Two Strings” is the Best Animated Movie of 2016, Regardless of What Fancy Award Shows Say

1. It’s simple enough to reach younger audiences, but dark enough to speak to the older audiences as well.

2. It stares death right in the eyes and says “I accept that you exist and I will not run away from you.”

3. Excellent voice talent. I’m not going to go into the colors of the cast, because this is an animated movie, which means you are looking at animated characters and not who’s behind the microphone. 

4. True dedication, as shown through its gorgeous and pain-staking animation, as well as its true and honest respect for Japanese culture and mythology.

5. Magic, but not the kind that brings people back to life, oh no. The magic of storytelling and memories, and how they both have the power to heal. But there is some real magic in there, too. 

6. Not done for merchandising, but because LAIKA Studios wanted to tell a story.

7. It’s a story that will resonate with people for years to come. 

8. It shows that not every hero or protagonist has to be perfect. They can be disabled, either physically or mentally. 

9. The misfits don’t have to be shunned or made fun of. They can be loved unconditionally and can love back unconditionally. 

10. Men and boys can be gentle, kind, and emotional. They can also be goofy, light-hearted, and extremely loyal. They can be all these things and still be strong. 

11. It was never a revenge story. It’s a story about acceptance and the process of healing. It’s about bravely fighting for yourself and those that you love, not to lay waste to someone who has hurt you.

12. It proves that the act of forgiving is the strongest act there is, and holds more power than any final blow. 

I am so disgusted.

People saying that TWD’s decline is Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s fault is way out of fucking line. Jeffrey has nothing to do with ratings. Yeah, I understand that people may not like him, or they may not like the arch in the show but you can’t put the blame on that man’s shoulders. He was excited to get the role of Negan because he genuinely loved the character, seeing as he was a fan of the comics. He was also a fan of the show before he was ever on it. Does that sound like a man who is out to ruin a show?

The blame should go to the writers and producers. They’re the ones creating this damn show and running it, the actors just follow through their roles. However, people always seem to ignore that and immediately jump to blaming actors. Jeffrey is just playing what he’s told to play. He’s trying to please his crowd, as do Andrew and Norman and all of the others on this show. Jeffrey is getting the force of it because he’s playing the biggest bad in the series to date and he’s the new guy.

Its not his fault that someone died on set, nor that there is a lawsuit in place. He isn’t god. He can’t control the world. It’s petty to believe otherwise. If Jeffrey was a god, I have a damn good clue of what he would do- he would bring back John. He would bring peace to the world, because he’s a pure and genuine soul. He tries his best. No, I know he isn’t perfect but who is? People need to get the deep-seated sticks out of their asses if they think any of what is going on is on Jeffrey.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan is not to blame for show cancelations either. Stop blaming him for things that happen all the time. Jeffrey is not an excuse to throw shade and make excuses for shit that goes on. He’s an actor just trying to make people happy, to give joy to thousands.

Concerning Baldr.

Komiði sæl og blessuð, vinir mínir,
(Come happy and blessed, my friends,)

Since yesterday, I have been thinking about Baldr quite a bit. I have been thinking about the way he is treated by Snorri Sturluson in the Prose Edda, and how revered Baldr is. I have begun to get the impression that Baldr represents and stands for the ideals of peace, kindness, and mercy. His description by Snorri makes me think this, although it takes some work to get there, I suppose, so here is the passage for reference:

“Odin’s second son is Baldr, and there is good to be told of him. He is best and all praise him. He is so fair in appearance and so bright that light shines from him, and there is a plant so white (in terms of light) that is is called after Baldr’s eyelash. It is the whitest (again, in terms of light) of all plants, and from this you can tell his beauty both of hair and body (thus comparing Baldr to everything light and bright). He is the wisest of the Æsir and most beautifully spoken and most merciful, but it is one of his characteristics that none of his decisions can be fulfilled.

One thing that really stands out to me is the constant comparison Snorri makes to light. The Poetic Edda does not seem to emphasize this quality of him as much as Snorri does here. I may be wrong, but the Poetic Edda primarily focuses on his death, rather than his appearance or likenesses. Regardless, Snorri introduces Baldr as if he were light itself (but still in a very symbolic way meant for comparison), which is very important considering that Ragnarök, the end of times, begins after his death. The two sources of light in the world must vanish before Ragnarök can begin: Sol, the literal sun that warms the worlds, and Baldr, the symbolic light within each living soul. To think these references to be to anything other than light ruins the symbolic role that Baldr plays.

I would also like to single out the ending of the quotation:

…it is one of his characteristic that none of his decisions can be fulfilled.”

If Baldr is so wise and so good, why do none of his decisions end up fulfilled? Perhaps it is because he, representing ‘good nature’, is often consumed by hatred and cruelty. Think about Ragnarök again. When the world ends, ‘evil’ forces consume the world because ‘good’ itself has perished. The situation is more complicated than that, though, because determining what is evil and what is not is in itself a complicated matter. Thinking only in the way that Snorri depicts these events, though, it is evil that brings the world to its end.

I also cannot help myself but notice the concepts of Christianity that are imbedded into Baldr’s image, especially in the Prose Edda. Think about it. Baldr is as pure as light, he is the most merciful, and his death is almost like that of a martyr. Not to mention his pacifist nature (he gets attacked, but does not fight back). Furthermore, although he is not the only one to return after Ragnarök, he does indeed return from the dead. This is peculiar because the world is now a perfect, peaceful place; it is no surprise, then, that Baldr returns and fills it with his goodness once again. (All of this should also sound a bit Jesus-like, but maybe it is just me).

I find Baldr to be goodness itself. He is an ideal that we should try to achieve and admire. After all, he is so highly spoken of, and all of the Æsir lament his loss. Their rage towards Loki seems to be more out of despair for Baldr’s death than an actual hatred for Loki (or is it?). Their actions show how difficult it is to show mercy and kindness to others, especially when in despair. Even after Baldr’s death, the Æsir show no mercy to Loki. Baldr was the merciful god.

Without mercy and kindness, the world will fall in turmoil; Ragnarök will come. Evil will arise from neglect and abuse. Loki was not shown mercy nor kindness; he was treated terribly. Loki resented Baldr because he was an ideal that the rest of the gods pretty much worshipped. Loki resented Baldr because Loki represents our imperfections (which is very human and not mean too be demeaning). We struggle to reach these ideals of kindness and mercy; we struggle to reach to Baldr’s heights. After all, even the gods could not live up to these ideals that Baldr symbolized. 

But perhaps some of us can still learn from their troubles and embrace the kindness and mercy of Baldr. We must not simply revere Baldr’s perfections and ideals, for that will only bring resentment and hurtfulness. The real problem, then, is when we have standards that are too high. If we constantly judge others based off of such high standards, it will be painful and difficult for those struggling to reach those ideals. Therefore, we must try to kept Baldr in mind and in heart, rather than force others to be in his image. We must show kindness and mercy to others so that we may quell the anger and resentment of this world. It is the act, not the appearance or complete likeness, of Baldr that we must emit. We must make our ideals reality, rather than using them to cast judgement upon others.

Then again, I’m just a rambling wanderer.

Let me know what your thoughts are, if you want to! I can’t be the only person who understands Baldr in such a way.

Með vinsemd og virðingu,
(With friendliness and respect,)

Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by the-xclan

Chapter 2

Previously: |Chapter 1|


Wonho x Reader

Genre: Romance

“Well, you’re no ray of sunshine to be with either,” Wonho grumbled. Instantly, rage flowed through me. Maybe I wasn't a ‘ray of sunshine’ to him because he was constantly rude to me. Constantly irritating me. Who does he think he is?

I stomped past the shelving unit on my way to him. He’d decided to stretch out on the love seat. Selfish bastard. “Excuse me?” I waited for his reply while he leaned his head back against the wall, but all he did was close his eyes and laugh. Nothing angered me more. ”Why are you ignoring me,” I demanded.

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anonymous asked:

I was a little angry at Mary, but then he said "my boys" including Cas and I forgave her ❤ 12x12 has me with my heart in my throat

I think there are a lot of mixed feelings about Mary after this episode. I still love her, and the portrayal of her in the show, because I totally understand what the writers are trying to do with her character. I have decided to use your ask to voice my opinion on the current “Mary debate”. Hope you don’t mind. 12x12 also had me choking on my own heart nonny! I am with you there.

Before this season Mary has always been this fantasy figure of motherly perfection to the boys - specifically Dean. They put her high on a pedestal as a symbol of the life they were robbed of. Not to mention the fact that she was framed as “Mother Mary” the holy mother of Christ prior to this season. She was always this perfect “ideal mother” who could do no wrong. Yes we learned of her back story as a Hunter and how she met John but ultimately the “young Mary” story is still separate from the Mary of the pilot and the Mary in the photograph that pulled Dean back from the brink among other things. She was always framed from Dean’s POV as the perfect mother figure. 

So to bring her back to life, to give a life and story and personality to the original fridged woman who has been sat on a pedestal all these years? Its fucking amazing is what it is. You NEED to tear down that “holier than thou” image of her. Of course she isn’t gonna be what her sons expect. Of course she is gonna struggle to adjust. Of course she is gonna make dodgy choices (because she wouldn’t be a Winchester if she didn’t).  She is FINALLY being portrayed a a real person with flaws and problems and I am lapping it up. Women aren’t fucking perfect. They can be a million different things but never perfect. Perfect is boring. If you’re character is perfect, then they aren’t really a character at all. 

If I was writing the show, I would write her pretty much exactly how they are writing her. I would write her struggle to accept that her babies are grown up, that they are still hunters, that her perfect life that she desired from a young age was robbed from her by the same demon that killed her parents. The only thing that pisses me off about the shows version of Mary isn’t even Mary’s fault, its the stupid fucking format of having to make side characters disappear every couple of episodes because for some reason having them pottering around in the Bunker whilst Sam and Dean work a generic MOTW case isn’t a good enough excuse. 

At the same time I get that she has turned back to hunting for a distraction to her pain. Because she is still a woman mourning the loss of her children. She missed them grow up, she doesn’t get to hold baby Sammy in her arms and kiss Dean on the forehead goodnight anymore. (My mum tells me she misses me all the goddamn time. She misses her little girl like she is mourning me because I am a 30 year old woman living away from home and see her every couple of weeks. My mum still hasn’t quite accepted that I have grown up. But at least she got to experience it.) Mary has been robbed of that. Hell, Sammy was only just 6 months old. She was probably still breast feeding him when she died. Imagine having that ripped away from you?

I wish they explored her pain in more depth, but I get where they are going with it. She has turned to the BMOL because they have given her a promise, to rid the world of the monsters that stole her life from her. They have given her focus, because clearly the shoving your problems down and ignoring them and throwing yourself into work is a genetic Winchester/Campbell Gene. Could she have done more to save Cas? Yes. She could have given up the Colt if it would have saved Cas’s life. It was their only shot, and she chose wrong. I don’t quite forgive her for that but I wanna see where they take her story. She is traumatised by what has happened to her, and not thinking clearly. She is our season 6 Cas parallel as well lets not forget, and in her mind she is doing the right thing. That doesn’t excuse her, but then Cas actively put Sam’s life in danger too… and a lot of people hated him for it at the time (and still do sadly).

Mary did indeed call Cas one of her boys at the end there. I think perhaps by that point the whole situation had sunken in more. She knows how much her sons care for him, how they view him as a brother (and spouse) and after recent events I think she has realised just how important Cas is. She connected with Cas, and also there is probably some residual guilt there from not handing over the Colt at the time.

We just need to see where her story goes. Honestly I see it going the way of 6x20 and beyond. But then again this is supposed to be a re-write of season 6 rather than just a hard copy with different characters. I expect Mary to come to her senses and do what Cas never did in season 6, because I expect that Dean (and Sam) would have learned from that mistake and make an effort to resolve the situation. Communication is a key theme this season so hopefully this will come into play in later episodes. We can only wait and see.

anonymous asked:

Your suit hcs just killed everyone, so I was thinking.... what if you made formal wear hcs for the girls? Would that be possible? My gay ass is thirsty. Completely okay if you don't want to, though, or if you just can't imagine it. Just an idea. :)

Ladies clothing is a whoooole new can of worms. May you quench your thirst. ;D

Original Suit Headcanons here, part 2 and 3 respectively.

Kiyoko. [Elie Saab]

  • Long, plum velvet that falls to slightly below her ankles. The dress is a long, thigh high split dress with a staggering deep-v neckline that resembles two pieces of fabric falling forwards and being belted around her slim waist with an elegant twist of the cloth. Splits both below and above, this dress is reminiscent of a toga-style, bare backed and embellished with large crystal brooches the shape of bird feathers and other sequins and diamonds clustered around her left shoulder and her right hip. A pair of bare, strappy metallic sandals of around four inches complete her look.
    • This look is all Kiyoko. Her style, her choice and her favourite colour, this dress, although baring a lot, covers without fear any part that isn’t commonly seen. It glides around her like waves due to the reflectiveness of dark velvet, and the cutting wraps around her making her as slim and mysterious as willow.
      • By far, this isn’t the only thing she thought of wearing. Because of her milky skin and slim figure, she can almost wear anything at all and bring it to its potential.
      • However, for an evening affair and among such close friends, she chose fashion and elegance over making a statement or being too eye-catching. Perfect for her personality.
    • Her black hair is left in waves behind her back. Slightly curled and not too long, they cascade past her shoulders and swirl around the base of her neck, adding to her striking profile.
      • Truth be told, she rather dislikes having her hair up. With her jet black hair and stern expression, people usually assume that she’d wear something austere, but she much prefers to let loose.
      • There is minimal product in her hair, except for the heat curling and a setting spray. It looks far too shiny for anything else to tamper with the smoothness of her hair tonight.
    • She doesn’t touch the dance floor at all, despite being asked multiple times by multiple men, she declines them all politely. Preferring to spend time with her team and catch up with other managers that she’s become friends with, she nurses a single martini for the whole evening and enjoys the relatively relaxing mood of the jazz band.

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i feel so fucking bad some days.

i feel so fucking bad that some days i have to walk until I’m lost, until the soles of my feet ache against my threadbare shoes i can’t afford to replace. until I’m tired enough that the tips of my invisible wings drag along the asphalt. when i finally reach streets a place where i dont recognise anything in any direction, or i have been dissociating (or crying, or angry, depending on the day) for long enough to not remember which direction i came from, i allow myself to stop. next i phone someone random from my contacts and listen to them to tell me to use google maps, they’re busy, or i can’t come and get you right now. then i find my own way home, and sit alone, the same bad feeling rotting deep inside me that was there before i left. it feels like flipping over your sofa cushion and being surprised at how much has rotted away, grown over with dark mold, and six months later flipping it again and, again, being surprised at the rate of decay. 

some days, i feel so fucking bad.

my wings were a symbol of pride. their weight dragged me down, buckled the blades of my shoulders and cracked my spine into shards, regardless of their average size. they were weighed down by leaden feathers, some nearly the length of my palm, that sprouted thick and grey from skin. they were weighed down by the thick black ichor that pumped through my veins, always burning hot, always deadly. now i have the whisper of wind against the small of my back, the gentlest brush of feathers occasionally reminding me of their presence, but useless. useless.

where i once had the strength of a sun and a moon, battling endlessly and tiresomely against an equally matched enemy, if not to really win but to further the cause with which i was willing to give my life, now my fight is gone, the only trace left behind being the protection runes sharpied sloppily onto the bandaids that wrap around my knuckles, bloody and bruised in this weak form. i think tearing my halo from my head would feel the same as the slice of a guillotine across my throat, but the sensation of blood spurting from my severed throat would still hurt less than the knowing how alien the sting of my knuckles is when i can’t hold in my rage any more.

something about smoking takes me back. i thinks it must be the lazy smoke itself, pirouetting from the end of my cigarette like it did from the broken down rubble that littered every street i never called home. perhaps, instead, its the burn in the back of my throat thats tastes oh so sweet, just like the burning, rotting taste of holy fire. maybe its how how the stench clings to my clothes like rot, or maybe its how it makes my father disappointed. it certainly takes me back.

i dont miss heaven because I’m still angry about the war, and it is easy to blame them. i died there, or at least i think so. but i wasn’t angry in my old life - i was the perfect little soldier. i just wanted to feel a part of something. but war only brings death. and with death came new life. now I’m old enough and I’ve seen enough of this life and, God, i want out. i want back in my body, i want back my wings, i want back my strength. ill even trade back cigarettes smoke disappearing into the clouds for the clouds under my feet. ill give anything to never have to get lost again.

life isn’t a storybook, and i dont get to go back. but, God, i feel so fucking bad some days.

Button eyes.

build a snowman with taehyung OR have a snowball fight with hoseok.

pairing: taehyung/reader 

genre: fluff

word count: 1K

Taehyung turns up at 2 AM in the middle of winter and drags you somewhere out with him.


“Are you almost done?” A giggle bled through your words as you kept your hands clasped firmly over your eyes, cheeks aching and taunt from the effort of biting back a grin.

“No, and don’t you even think about looking yet.” Unseen, your eyes rolled behind the fabric of your gloves and as much a you wanted to quip back a reply, it was hard to think of anything other than the gentle heave of breath coming from the man a few paces in front of you and the sweet lilt of his voice as he hummed to the tune of his work. If you had reached out your hand, maybe you could’ve brushed the edge of his skirt or catch at his collar like you wanted to, but the sterns commands Taehyung had given you- wait here with your eyes closed- when you first arrived kept you firmly stapled in place.

For most the idea of trekking out of the house, hours after the sun had gone down, to venture into the cold was crazy. But after dating Taehyung for just short of five years this was beyond the norm. So when he had turned up at your doorstep and refused to go away, jamming the doorbell and whinging out pleads through the intercom, you had simply grasped his hand and let him pull you- steadying your hat with one hand and hushing his happy yelp with the other.

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anonymous asked:

Andrea I hate you! Why cant you make him like an imperfect person!? I need the Harry you imagine in my life! 😩 make us a drabble with all of his imperfections! We need balance 😂


Him snoring really loud when he’s asleep, shuddering the whole bed and waking you up from pure bliss. It rattles his chest and puffs against the back of your neck, causing your skin to grow clammy and you elbow him lightly because the loud sound is grating at your sensitive nerves that desperately need sleep.


He splutters, jolting half-awake and knuckling at his eyes. “What is it?”

“You’re gonna bring down the fucking sky! Grab another pillow, for God’s sake!”

“Sorry, babe.”

Or how about how he likes to walk around naked all the time, which didn’t bother you much at first but slowly became inconvenient because you can rarely FaceTime people now without running a high risk.

Lest you forget the one incident in which you were videochatting with your mom and he walked out of your room in nothing but a pair of mix-matched fuzzy socks, ending up full frontal over your shoulder and causing you a great deal of embarrassment.

The family barbecue the week after had been awkward, to say the least. You’d had to prepare Harry’s hamburger for him because he refused to say, “Pass the beef.”

a sight to

olicity hiatus fic-a-thon | prompt: summer vacation
set between season 1-2 (I know, throwback)

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A sight to die for.

Sun-kissed shoulders and golden strands of hair lightly blowing with the wind. Tiny freckles painting the small tender patch of skin on her shoulders.

He feels like reaching out to brush his fingers over it ever so slowly, smiling at the simple thought of her softness and warmth beneath his lips. Of the wonderful sigh of surprise she’d let out at the mere contact, just a whisper of a touch but so much more for him.

Yes, basked in this sunset glow, the now-comfortably warm sand beneath his skin, Oliver allows himself to admit he has a thing for her shoulders. That his eyes gravitate towards the way she navigates a room, so petite yet commanding with her ever-present strength that is as inspiring as terrifyingly scary at times. That he’s maybe purposely reached out to her that way, a tap so fast that could go unnoticed –except it didn’t, by her, as anything does–, but that leaves an echoing effect to his whole being.

In the calm surrounding this moment, his eyes are focused on them, on her, on everything before his eyes that helps him breathe a little easier.

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silver-alec  asked:

Oooh I've been reading your stuff since I followed you a few days ago and really trying to think of something to ask you, because I love all of your posts.... I really think I found the perfect one. Could you do headcanons on how Mercy, McCree, and Symmetra would react to their S/O bringing back a pet they found. (I don't care if it was off the street or adoption center, you pick) thank you so much!!! Keep writing it's amazing

((Thank you so much! You are so kind!))

-You bring a kitty home.
-First thing she asks is, “Are its vaccines up to date? Does it have any health problems?”
-You gotta stop her for a second so you can make her appreciate the cute ball of floof.
-She loves the kitty almost just as much as you do.
-She makes sure the floof ball stays happy and healthy, just for you.

-You bring home a puppy.
-His eyes go big and sparkly when he sees the pupper.
-He asks you if you two can keep it, in which you tell him you wouldn’t have brought it home if you weren’t.
-He names it Ranger.
-He bought a dog tag that looks like a sheriff’s badge.

-You bring home a kitty.
-At first, she’s not fond of the idea.
-She says its your pet, not hers.
-Until the cat starts to rub against her leg and purr.
-She didn’t want to admit that she now adores the kitty.
-But you catch them cuddling all the time, no matter how much she denies it.

anonymous asked:

Bad Boy AU - How do Uma and Harry keep it secret? Does Uma have any friends in Auradon? What about the roommate in her dorm? How do they get past her, assuming she has one?

oh boy. keeping it a secret is…hard. the responsibility rests mostly on uma’s shoulders. harry never makes a move in public but it’s kind of hard to ignore the infatuated way he looks at her. it’s gotten them weird looks on more than one occasion. it’s usually uma who has to do damage control then. 

she doesn’t bother trying to make friends but some of the kids at the school decide to make the effort themselves. it’s a side effect of being with ben all the time. she absolutely doesn’t encourage them and even outright avoids them to hang out with gil and harry, but they’re persistent. she ends up having a begrudging respect for lonnie but that’s the only person she can stand for more than an hour. 

the roommate situation was a problem in the beginning but for some ‘mysterious’ reason her roommate asked to be reassigned. no one really wanted to room with uma after that and she ended up having a room for herself. having a roommate would make things 100x times more complicated so she makes sure it stays that way. they’ve had a few close calls when they come back from late night dates but quick thinking gets them out of it. 

uma also gets to perfect her healing potion because she needs it to get rid of the many hickies harry “accidentally” ends up leaving. she scolds him every time but that barely dissuades him. she rarely leaves marks because she’s careful but when she does…he’s insufferable. he refuses to let her heal them and he wears revealing v-necks and a shit eating grin just to stir shit up. rumors fly for days about who left them. they bring more trouble than its worth, but she can’t deny that she likes the way harry’s eyes flash with pride whenever someone does a double take. 

Here is one I wrote for myself because I had the idea. Its pretty angsty so if that’s not your style then I suggest you keep scrolling.

You and Stiles have been dating for a year now, and everything is perfect, but that all changes when you ex-boyfriend comes to town and brings back some painful memories.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of abuse, swearing, VERY angry reader.

Pairing: Stiles x reader

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Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 3

I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble.

This is my third Pokémon in our biomes post, and this time I will be focusing on savannas. I will be including grassland and forest savannas, and will be basing my post mainly around the African Savannas. Growing up as a kid, I never really found African animals all that interesting. Lions, hyenas, elephants, for some reason large mammals just never really appealed to me. BUT! For the sake of Pokémon and biology, I find the concept intriguing as there is a diverse array of life in savannas, all evolved to adapt for different things.

If you’ve ever seen The Lion King, you know what to think of when you hear African Savanna. Not a lot of trees, open grasslands, fairly dry. Potentially a harsh environment but as we all know, animals and people thrive in these conditions just like any other. 

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Reading Romans 9 once again and it’s interesting the questions posed by Paul. How could someone hear the Gospel, understand it, then get saved, while another could hear it and reject it completely? How did God choose to love Jacob, and not Esau? 

 If you had asked me to answer this years ago, I would have said something like: “Because people who get saved desire to get saved. Because it depends on how much they want God.” Interestingly enough, that’s not what Paul said. Instead, he said (paraphrased), “Is God unjust because He has mercy on whom He has mercy, and hardens the heart of those whom He wants to harden? Is God unjust in choosing one and not the other?” And the hard-hitting one: “If salvation ultimately comes from Him, how can He find fault?“ 

There is no mention of human free will here. It all points to the sovereignty of God. Finally, he answers the question with this: 

 "Who are you, O man, to talk back to God?“ 

Harsh. Cutting. But brings us back to our rightful place and a proper perspective. 

How do we see God? Is He sovereign, powerful, mighty? If God is just, then isn’t He ultimately the standard of justice and so everything that He does is perfect and good? Why do we hold Him to human standards? If He is God, isn’t He free to do whatsoever He wants to the glory of His Name? If we deserve wrath, and wrath is just, then doesn’t it mean mercy may choose its object?

You understand the Gospel not because He saw something in you that interested Him in revealing the truth to you. You understand the Gospel because He has given you understanding; because He has shown you mercy when you deserved wrath and judgment–to the praise of His glorious Name.

anonymous asked:

fic recs?


Prepare to drown in some top quality fics:

For Akatsuki no Yona fic recs I made a post full them V^^V You can find them here

Now for the Haikyuu!! fic recs. I’ve been meaning to make a post for them but I never found the time to. So I’m glad you asked.

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