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Christian Thomas- Stealing Blankets

Hiya number 40 with Christian thomas - “You’re a blanket hog!” - “Leave me alone and stop being so selfish”

Originally posted by crushosaur

A full body Shiver woke you up from a dead sleep.  Looking around sleepily you noticed your boyfriend, Christian Thomas, had stolen all the blankets again. Raising up enough to look over him at the clock you saw that it was about 1 in the morning.   Leaning over you tried to gently pry one of the blankets away from him.  No luck, somehow, he had gotten it tucked around him good.  Giving the blankets a good tug earned you a growl from the sleeping Christian.  

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RAP BATTLE: LOGAN VS ROMAN
Thomas Sanders (Written by Joan "@jonerstrokes")
RAP BATTLE: LOGAN VS ROMAN

source: Am I ORIGINAL? | Thomas Sanders

written by joan (@ jonerstrokes [tumblr and insta])
sung by thomas sanders (@ thatsthat24 [tumblr and insta])
rap track by chris shaw (@ czekiel [insta]; @ czekiel_ [twitter]; christian shaw [soundcloud])

credits taken from video description.

yeah, i converted and downloaded an mp3 of the entire 12 min video onto my phone, edited it and then edited screenshots for an album cover just so i could have this downloaded. logic is my fav.

i figured i could upload it to tumblr for yall too. thanks to @thatsthat24 for always brightening my day!

A theology of love cannot afford to be sentimental. It cannot afford to preach edifying generalities about charity, while identifying ‘peace’ with mere established power and legalized violence against the oppressed. A theology of love cannot be allowed merely to serve the interests of the rich and powerful, justifying their wars, their violence and their bombs, while exhorting the poor and underprivileged to practice patience, meekness, longsuffering, and to solve their problems, if at all, nonviolently.

The theology of love must seek to deal realistically with the evil and injustice in the world, and not merely to compromise with them. Such a theology will have to take note of the ambiguous realities of politics, without embracing the specious myth of a “realism” that merely justifies force in the service of established power. Theology does not exist merely to appease the already too untroubled conscience of the powerful and the established. A theology of love may also conceivably turn out to be a theology of revolution. In any case, it is a theology of resistance, a refusal of the evil that reduces a brother to homicidal desperation.

Instead of preaching the Cross for others and advising them to suffer patiently the violence which we sweetly impose on them, with the aid of armies and police, we might conceivably recognize the right of the less fortunate to use force, and study more seriously the practice of nonviolence and humane methods on our own part when, as it happens, we possess the most stupendous arsenal of power the world has ever known.

—  Thomas Merton, from “Faith and Violence”
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Love, Hate Relationship. - Stiles Stilinski Smut

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Warnings: NSFW SMUT!!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

Disclaimer: Kind of want to make this into a series. ILY 

Stiles Stilinski was a world class asshole. He knew how to push just about every single one of your buttons and make you practically pull out your hair. The reason you and him didn’t get along was because you two were both super stubborn and always thinking your right even if you’re wrong. So today was no exception, as you sat at the lunch table with the pack, you and Stiles started bickering about nothing really. Scott was used to it but everybody else found it a little annoying but there was really no way of stop the two of you. Besides that, the pack was planning on how to find out what Theo was doing with his pack of chimeras. The plan was to follow them out to the Beacon Hills look out and investigate on what they were doing. But there was a catch. “Well the thing is, the Chimeras are very good at sensing other supernatural beings but, with humans it’s not as easy to track the smell.” Scott said as he looked at you and Stiles. “No way, I’m not going with Y/n, absolutely no way!” He said. “Yeah I can go by myself I don’t need Stiles to go with me, plus he’s really no help anyways.” You smiled at Scott; Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. Malia growled “Shut up the both of you, you guys are going, Scott even said so. So just get along for one freaking night that’s all we’re asking.” Everyone in the pack looked impressed but you and Stiles. You really had no way out of this so you both growled a unison ‘okay’. And the rest of the plan was made.

Hopping into the blue jeep with a sigh kicking your feet up on the dash. Your outfit was semi black and so was Stiles’. You needed to blend in, and it was approaching night so black was your best bet. Stiles talked with Scott for just a second longer then hopped into the jeep with a slight growl. “Off.” He said as he started his jeep. “Nah, I’m good.” You replied. He looked at you and for the first time in forever, you didn’t hate him as much as you usually do. His golden eyes glinted in the moon light and his hair was qiffed in the perfect manner. You found him really irresistible but you would never tell him that. As he looked at you he almost looked hungry. “Let’s get this show on the road.” You said while still looking deep into his eyes.  His eyes left you and you almost felt sad.

The drive to the lookout was awkward. The heat between your legs was starting to get worse and worse.  You squeezed your legs together to get some king of friction there. “How do we know they’re going to be there?” You questions picking at your nails. “We don’t, Scott seems to think they are going to be so we go and wait.” He replied. Pulling over onto the shoulder of the lookout making sure you were completely hidden, you and Stiles just sat and waited. With the most awkward silence, you just stared into the black trees waiting for any sign of Theo or one of the Chimeras for about 30 minutes. Getting tired of the silence you commented something that was in your mind the whole night. “What a great way to spend a Friday night.” You laughed and so did he. “What would you even be doing?” He scoffed. “Well as a matter of fact Stilinski I would be having a very hot date with Netflix.” He looked at you again, “Well I would be having an actual date with an actual girl. Not that you know anything about that.” “You know what, why do you have to put me down legit all the time?” “Because If I don’t do it, nobody else will.” When that came out of his mouth it hurt. The fact that he actually does it because nobody else will really pisses you off. “You know what Stilinski fuck off.” You grabbed the door handle and ripped the door open then slamming it shut while walking into the pitch black trees. Stiles got out of the jeep but not immediately, showing you that it wasn’t really a problem of his that you were mad.  “You know you’re going to get lost.” He says trailing behind you. The only thing lighting up the blackness was the moonlight and you tiny flashlight on your phone screen. “Rather get lost than sit another minute in that jeep with you.”  You yelled. Coming across a lake house with the lights lit up, you sat on the bench off onto the distance of it. It must have been a party thrown by some rich snob. It wasn’t as nice as Lydia’s lake house but it was still pretty nice. Stiles surprisingly came up behind you and sat next to you. “Good thing we didn’t get lost.” You just starred at the party going on. The events that happened next just pissed you off even more than you had already been. Stiles hand planted itself on your upper thigh and started moving its way up your skirt. You looked at him with a warning look but you didn’t stop him.

“What baby girl, don’t like to play a little dirty sometimes?” He whispered in your ear simultaneously riding his hand closer and closer to your core. Your breath hitched in your throat from the nickname. A boost of confidence surged through your blood, “Why what are you going to do… Daddy?” After that everything went haywire. Stiles roughly grabbed your neck and connected your lips obviously liking the nickname you gave him. Teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, his obviously won. Picking you up and setting you on top of the picnic table, he roughly unzipped your jacket and ripped open your button up. You yelped when he did this which just gave him even more confidence. “How do you want to play baby girl? Hmm? You want to go rough or go soft?” “I don’t know daddy. You’re in charge.” He took that as a yes and started UN buttoning his pants and sliding them down to his ankles then he did the same to yours.

Stiles wasn’t very patient at the moment so there wasn’t very much foreplay. “Sorry baby but I need you; I’ll take you home and take my time with you later.” You moaned in response and he rammed his hard dick right into you. The scream you gave could have made anyone worried if they cared enough but in Beacon Hills there was always someone screaming over something. Stiles was very experience and he hit just about ever spot perfectly every time. As his hand came down on to your back side that’s when you knew that this won’t be the only hook up of yours. The moan that came out of you and the growl that came out of his mouth was so sexy it almost made you cum. “Daddy, I’m close.” You choked out. “Me to baby girl, me too.” With that you both let go.

The getting dressed after wasn’t as awkward as you would think it actually was kind of nice. “Stiles.” He hummed an ‘Hmm’ in response. “Why do you hate me?” He looked back at you as he slid his shirt on and handed you his jacket because he ripped your shirt. “I only hated you because I couldn’t have you.” “Well you have me now.”

 Stiles Stilinski was an asshole but you saw a whole new side of him tonight that you haven’t seen before.

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It’s an Australian teen-centric show that’s on Netflix. It’s also the most true to life and honest show I’ve seen. Throughout it, it addresses issues such as body issues, eating disorders, rape/consent, underage alcohol consumption, being prepared for sex, relationships, cheating, sexuality crises, family expectations, family issues, religious obligation, cancer, injuries, death of friends and the subsequent grief, and so much more. I went into watching this program thinking it would be a shallow, average teenage program about dancing, but it’s so much more than that. I have learnt so much and I encourage you to watch it if you haven’t, it’s awesome! (Plus the cast is really hot)

The bill for establishing religious freedom, the principles of which had, to a certain degree, been enacted before, I had drawn in all the latitude of reason & right. It still met with opposition; but, with some mutilations in the preamble, it was finally passed; and a singular proposition proved that it’s protection of opinion was meant to be universal. Where the preamble declares that coercion is a departure from the plan of the holy author of our religion, an amendment was proposed, by inserting the word “Jesus Christ,” so that it should read “a departure from the plan of Jesus Christ, the holy author of our religion.” The insertion was rejected by a great majority, in proof that they meant to comprehend, within the mantle of it’s protection, the Jew and the Gentile, the Christian and Mahometan, the Hindoo, and infidel of every denomination.

Thomas Jefferson, The Autobiography, 1821