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The Most Terrifying Church in the World

When Czech artist Jakub Hadrava was asked to help transform a dilapidated village church, he knew he would have his work cut out.

Thankfully he came up with a frightfully good idea.

Mr Hadrava has helped secure the future of the 14th century St George’s church in Lukova after creating a spooky art installation that features a collection of hooded ‘ghosts’ that line the pews and aisles.

The church, which is in the north-western Bohemia region of the Czech Republic, had initially fallen into disrepair in 1968 after the roof collapsed during a funeral service.

These veiled statues represent the ghosts of Sudeten Germans who lived in Lukova, before World War II, and used to come and pray in this church.
Ely Cathedral Nave And North Transept
Here is an hdr photograph taken from Ely Cathedral overlooking the nave and north transept. Located in Ely, Cambridgeshire, England, UK.

Ely Cathedral Nave and North Transept

Rebound pt.6 (M)

 A/N- Hey! It’s been a few days since I lasted posted. Due to school and shit, I’m sorry! So I think this will be the last part of rebound… maybe, I haven’t really decided yet. But you know feel free to give me your opinion, it’s always appreciated! 

Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone, that followed the series and gave such kind feedback. Y’all melted my heart. Thank you so much! I hope this part doesn’t disappoint!! 

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned!

Originally posted by bwipsul

2 months later….. 

For the last two months had been just you and Jimin. It was pure bliss, it was heaven. You hadn’t told anyone where you were or who you were with. You knew as soon as your friends or even your parents found out, about your romantic relationship with Jimin, they would make a fuss. Saying you should break up, that Jimin was no good for a girl like you. 

A girl like you… What even is that, or who even is that. It always amazed you how people like friends and family, felt the need to let’s say… stick their nose where it doesn’t belong. What was wrong with being happy? Why did it matter who Jimin was or his background? You were happy. Truly happy, over the moon. Jimin wasn’t the same person when he was around you, he was different. It was a side of Jimin you wished more people got to see, because it was beautiful. 

You and Jimin just lived in the cottage. You were never totally sure what Jimin did, or who he worked for. All you knew is that, he makes a butt load of money and someone tired to kill him. Which wasn’t cool… to say the least. You didn’t ask, he didn’t tell. Not that you cared, you didn’t want to know. You just wanted to be happy! And you were with Jimin. In the safe haven he had created for you. 

Today was the day you and Jimin were going home. You were going home to tell your parents that your getting married and moving out. Which kind of scared you, but you are a grown ass women you can do what you like… right? Maybe, your moms a little scary. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Bag in hand you look back at the house once more. You had just spent the best two months of your life here. Jimin wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“I’m really going to miss this place.” You smile, remembering back on the fond memories. Sad to think they are just memories now… Jimin kisses your cheek. 

“Baby, we’re just going home for two weeks, and then we’re leaving. In and out remember? We just need to tell your parents, get married and I need to sort some shit out. Then we’ll travel the world.” Jimin had planned all this since the day you left Seoul and you loved it. Just you and him… 

The journey back was longer than your remember. You were dredding telling your parents. You loved them, but your life life with Jimin was more important at this moment in time. He was your comfort, he was your air, he was yours… he was your Jimin. 

Jimin pulled up at your parents house, your stomach started to churn. You turned to look at Jimin. 

“Baby, it’s going to be fine. They can’t ground you.” You nod, taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. Jimin gets out the other side and walks around to you, taking your hand in his. You walk up to the door silently, you squeeze his hand. You get to the door and turn to face him. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell them, just elope ourselves,” You say, just not wanting to have this conversation with your parents. Jimin chuckles, kissing your forehead. 

“Baby, I want everyone to know your mine. Plus I wonna see that hot little ass in a white dress, walking down the aisle!” He smirks, giving your ass a smack. You giggle, turning and ringing the door bell. 

“We can still run…” You smile. The door opens, you turn to see your dad looking at you like you have three heads, and then eyeing up Jimin. “Dad, mind if we come in and talk with you and mum?” He steps aside to let you both in. 

“Honey, our daughter has returned!” He shouts up the stairs. You guide Jimin to the living room, sitting on the two seater couch. Your mom walks in. 

“Where the fuck have been, huh? You had me worried sick, you just left a note.” Your mom puts her hand to her chest. 

“Honey, leave her be. She had something to tell us. Go on, dear!” He takes a seat beside your mother, they both stare at you and Jimin. 

“I um… I’m moving out, I’m going to live with Jimin.” You saying looking at him, he smiles back. “Oh, and we’re getting married in a week, if you want to come..” Your parents nearly choke. “This is Jimin, by the way.” 

“WHAT? MARRIED?” Your mother shouts. 

“Miss Y/L/N, I know this may come as a shook to you, but-” Jimin gets cut off by your mother. 

“Are you… are you pregnant?” Your mother grips on to your fathers arm. 

“Oh my god, am I going to be a grand father, finally!” You are utterly gobsmacked by there reactions… Is your dad happy? 

“What, no I’m not pregnant and you interrupted Jimin.” 

“Then why are you getting married?” Your mother asked. Before you could say a word Jimin is answering. 

“We are getting married because we love each other. And I don’t want to spend another second on this earth unless I am married to your beautiful daughter.” Jimin says smiling at you. You can’t help but grin back, he was so cute sometimes, like awwwwwww. 

“Honey, he’s prefect for our Y/N!” You dad says clapping. “I always wanted to walk you down the aisle and to be a grand dad.” Your mom gives him a displeased look. 

“Who are you Jimin? When is the wedding?” 

You filled your parents in on all the details, your mom, it took a while but she came around. Thanks to your dad. Jimin already had everything set up for the wedding. People were invited, a venue, flowers, the rings, the only thing left was the dress… Thank god your mother wanted to this and your dad. 

You stood in the dressing from of the bridal shop, looking in the mirror. The shop assistant was buttoning up the dress of your choice. It fit you like a glove, long, white and lace. You looked so radiant. 

“You’re all done, sweetie. You look amazing!” You take a deep breath and make your way out to show your parents. Your dad gasps. 

“Darling, you look like a princess. My little princess is getting married, where does the time go?” He slaps a hand over his mouth as he starts to cry. 

“What do you think, mom?” She was the only one that matter. She was hard on you at times, but she just wanted the best for you. She stands up and walks up to you, cupping your cheek. 

“I’ve never see anyone as beautiful as you-” Your dad slobs out loud, she rolls her eyes. “I love you, I’m a little mad you didn’t tell us about all this sooner. But if your happy, I’m happy. I just want you to live your life with no regrets.” She kisses your cheek. 

What was happening…? You thought she was going to fight you right? Say you couldn’t get married or move out. But no she’s happy, and your dad… he’s just a squashy marshmallow. This was your dress no doubt about that, you just wondered if Jimin would love it… 

The day of the wedding…. 

“Are you ready?” Your dad asks, smiling at you from the door way. You nod. If you were being honest you felt a little sick… that’s just nerves, right? You have one last glance in the mirror, you looked stunning, like a goddess. You walk over to your father taking his hand. 

“You look gorgeous, darling. I’m so proud of you. I’m going to start crying again.” Your dad chuckles, You kiss his cheek. 

“Thank you, dad. I love you.” You stand in front of the church doors, taking a deep breath. The doors open, along with the music starting to play. Everyone in the church stands up. You and your father start to walk to the alter, your eyes meets Jimin. He grins from ear to ear, making you giggle. The church aisle felt like a mile, you finally go to the top. You didn’t even notice all the eyes on you, you just saw Jimin. It felt like it was just you and him in the church. 

“You take my breath away every time I see you. You look amazing, sweetheart.” He kisses you. 

“Wait till the end young ones.” The priest chuckles. Jimin takes your hands in his. Your looking into his beautiful eyes. In legit 10 minutes Jimin and you will be married. Your relationship didn’t exactly start like a normal one, but what was normal. It ended well, you were marring a man you loved and one that loved you. Plus he was really good in between the sheets.. Lucky girl! 

“Do you Park Jimin, take Y/N to be your wife in holy matrimony?” 

“I do.” 

“Do you Y/N, take Jimin to be your husband in holy matrimony?” 

“I do.” 

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride!” 

“Gladly!” Jimin hooks is arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He leans down, capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss. The church erupts with screaming, whilst your father cries on your mothers shoulder. Jimin pulls back, giving you one last kiss on the nose. “Hello, Mrs Park.” He grins. 

“Hello, Mr Park.” 

The reception was full of of people wishing you both well. You Jimin didn’t have a moment to yourselves, which was why you were greatfull when Jimin snuck you and a bottle of champagne back to your room. He carried you bridal style into the hotel room. You giggle as he set you down on the bed. 

“My beautiful wife, would you like a drink?” Jimin walks over to get two glasses. You stand up looking around the room. It was gorgeous, with rose petals nicely placed on the floor. It must have been very expensive. 

“I can’t believe we’re married.” You giggle putting your arms around Jimins torso, as he pours the champagne into the glasses. Jimin puts on music, Stay with me comes on. Jimin puts his hand on your arms swaying with you. He turns you around. 

“I never got to dance with you, your dad and the boys wouldn’t let me in.” Jimin pouts. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“You can dance with me for the rest of our lives.” 

“That’s true. You’re mine forever.” Jimin puts his hand on your hips swaying to the beat of the music. This truly was a special moment, you never wanted it to end. 

“I love you, Mrs Park.” 

“I love you, Mr Park.” Jimin cups your face and kisses you. Your turn your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your hands going into his hair, playing with the stands in between your fingers. You take off Jimin’s tie, tossing it on the floor. You start to unbutton his white dress shirt, exposing his beautifully toned torso. 

Jimin turns your around, unbuttoning your dress, slipping your form out of the lace. You step out of the dress and turn to Jimin, now just wearing your lacy white lingerie. 

“Fuck, sweetheart! I think I might cum just by looking at you.” He throws you over his shoulder, bringing you to the bed. He sets you down on the soft linen. He unbuckles his trousers and pulls them down along with his boxers. Hie member standing proudly high. He climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. He kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping the sick. Marking you as his. And you were… his. 

“Jimin, I need you to fuck me.” 

“What, I thought we’d go slow. I’d eat you out and then-” You interrupt him. 

“We can go slow I just need you to be inside me. Seeing you in that suit made me so wet today… I just need you to fuck your wife Jimin!” Jimin burst out laughing, you slap his arm. 

“I love this side of you baby. But whatever my wife wants, she get’s.” He gives you one last kiss, before he’s ripping the white lace lingerie from your body, leaving you bare under him. Just how you liked to be. 

Jimin positions himself up at your centre. He slowly pushes in, inch by glories inch. He was so think and big, he melted you. You moan in satisfaction under him, finally getting to feel him. You hadn’t had sex since you got back, but you felt more horny than usual, was it just cause it was your wedding night? Who knows…. 

“Jimin, you feel so good.” You scream. 

“Yes, babygirl. Let the whole hotel know who makes you feel so good.”  Jimin loved when you were loud. He pulls out the whole, then slamming back into you, making you moan his name louder. He starts off fucking you deep and fast, grinding his hips into you. He kisses your breasts, playing with your nipples. Your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“J-Jimin.” You pant. Jimin lows down his pace. 

“Look at me, baby.” He lifts your legs around his hips. You can’t open your eyes, as when he slowed down he started to hit your g-spot. The pleasure was too intense. “I said look at me, baby!” Jimin slaps your ass. You look up at him, your eyes locking with his. “I love you.” He reaches down and starts to roughly rub your clit, your screaming his name like a mantra. The pleasure is overwhelming. 

“J-J-Jimin, I’m c-c-coming.” You stutter, He locks his lips with yours again, in a heated kiss. His tongue playing with your. You start to tighten around him, has your orgasm hits you like a bus. You see fireworks like on new years eve. Jimin cums shortly after you, filling you up with his seed. He rides out both your highs. He pulls out and goes into the bathroom grabbing a towel. He cleans you up. 

“That. Was. Amazing.” You pant, still trying to catch your breath. Jimin climbs back on the bed, Pulling you on to his chest and pulling the covers over your naked bodies. 

“Your amazing.” Jimin kisses your temple. 

You both fall into a deep sleep as man and wife. 

You wake up before Jimin, You run to the bathroom and puke the contents of your stomach. You hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of weeks now. So you decided to go to the pharmacy in the hotel to see if they can give you anything. You slip on simple clothing and make your way down to the pharmacy. 

“Can I help you with anything?” A bouncy name, with a sassy tone asks. 

“Hi, yeah I haven’t been feeling well lately. I’ve been getting sick in the mornings and I can’t stand some smells, I’m more sensitive. Do you think you can give me something to stop it?” He smiles. 

“I have just the thing, honey.” He walks away and comes back a few minutes later with a blue and pink box in hand. He hands it to you. It’s a pregnancy test. You can’t be pregnant, can you? 

You bought four boxes and run back to the room. Thankfully Jimin is still asleep. You go into the bathroom locking to door behind you. You open all the boxes, you read the instructions and do what is told. 

You are now patiently waiting five minutes, till you either get one line- meaning you not pregnant- or two- meaning you are. You look at the time three minutes… 




Two lines your pregnant. Are you and Jimin ready for this? What was going to happen? You just got married. Well first of all you have to tell him. 

You sit in the bathroom for a good half and hour debating how to tell him, when there’s a knock on the door. 

“Baby, are you in there.” Jimin asks, trying to open the door. 

“Um.. yeah, I’ll be out know.” You shout back. Fuck. You open the door, thinking Jimin wouldn’t be standing right in front of the door, but yeah no… You run into his chest. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I have something to tell you, you may want to sit down.” You grab his hand and walk over to the bed. You hold his hand tightly, Jimin looks terrified. 

“Sweetheart, what is it? Your scaring me.” Jimin cups your cheek making you look at him. You smile. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

A/N- Okay so I think this is the end! But you know let me know what you think. As always I LOVE FEEDBACK!! 

I just want to give a huge thank you to everyone, who followed the series, for everyone who gave feedback and said such kind words. It truly meant a lot. Oh and to everyone that made suggests and personal messaged me, thank you. You all were so kind. 

I know I said i’d post this last night, but I was so tired I didn’t get around to it so~ soooorrrry! 

Thank you all so much for reading!

This wasn’t edited. 

-Admin Abe x

Out of Reach

Civil War was brutal, but I really feel like there should have been more emotion on Steve’s side of the fight. Hopefully I can provide some of that here!

Obviously I need to change some things about the plot to make the Reader fit, so I really hope that you like all of the changes. If you have any feedback, please let me know!



“I don’t want to do this Steve,” you said quietly, standing in the church aisle, looking up at your best friend.

“I know (Y/N), but we all agreed it was for the best. At least for a little while. If the Accords pass, then…”

“Then James and I are in serious danger. I… I know. But, we just… we just buried Peggy, and I don’t want to leave you,” you explained, frantically, but still quietly.

Bucky and Steve exchanged quick glances, and then Bucky took one of your hands in his.

“I know. I wish you didn’t have to go. I wish that we could all sit and grieve properly for once. It’ll be ok though. Once things are more clear, I’ll come and bring you both back home,” Steve promised.

Steve saw the hesitation in your eyes. “(Y/N), I’ll be ok. Nat will stay with me until she has to leave for the UN, and Sam will be close by. I’ll be ok.”

“I know. I’m just going to miss you so much,” you began to cry.

Steve pulled you into a tight, comfortable hug. Then you felt Sam approach.

“The car’s ready,” He said quietly, nodding at Bucky.

After a few moments, Steve let you go with a sigh. You looked at him, and couldn’t bring yourself to say the words.

While Steve and Bucky hugged each other, you pulled Sam into a hug. “Please look after him for me,” you whispered into his ear.

“Of course (Y/N),” he replied.

You hugged Steve once more, uttering a teary “I love you,” before leaving the church, and heading to the car Sam had organised for you.

It was nondescript and sensible. Perfect for driving to the airport without attracting any attention to yourselves. Looking at the suitcases in the boot, you were once again reminded of the gravity of the situation.

Bucky drove, and he placed a hand on your knee whenever he was able.

You stared out the window forlornly, wondering when you would get to go home. When you would get to see all of your friends together again. Happy, and smiling, and at peace.

You could have a movie night.

Steve and Nat would sit together, her feet in his lap as he absently rubbed them, focusing on the plot of the movie, Nat quietly explaining any references he might not understand.

Sam, Clint and Scott would all talk too loudly about what they thought would happen, and Tony would tell them all to shut up or get out while Rhodey laughed.

Wanda would sit, absorbed in the movie, popcorn nearly at her mouth, not noticing the confused way Vision would sneak glances at her.

Maybe Thor could come to Earth for a while, and Bruce would make his way back, and they would wait patiently until the movie ended to ask you all what they had missed.

And then there would be Bucky and yourself. You would curl up together in the squishy arm chair you had both claimed when the Avengers compound was furnished. Bucky would play with your hair, kissing your temple.

And you would melt into him, eyes closed as you ignored the movie, focusing solely on the energy of your friends, enjoying a rare few hours of quiet.

Mind back in the car, you smiled sadly as you realised just how out of reach that content family moment truly was.

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Chance (Jumin x OC/reader) pt 1

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Jumin Han/OC -you
Summary: Jumin couldn’t have MC, as he looses all hope of ever finding true love, someone intrudes his life and maybe just maybe this could be his turn in love?

Author’s Notes
: So~ yes, I know. ANOTHER series and I haven’t even finished my other ones….*sigh*. But! You must understand I LOVE JUMIN, he deserves happiness! So here it is a series with Jumin finding love~ with someone other than MC. Hopefully you’ll like it. The OC’s name is Korean: Kim Min-hee (Kim is her family name - so her first name is Min-hee). 

Hope you like it! (๑・ω-)~♥”


It was all over, as she entered the church walking down the aisle … but it was not him she was walking towards too. But still, even if it hurt him so badly, like nothing in his life did. The neglect from his father and all of father’s lovers that wanted him in the end, how everyone used him for their own good, it never hurt him, like losing her.

It would take him a very long while, until he would finally be able to recover after that.

He was used to getting what he wanted, but alas just like Rika, he lost her to another.

But as he saw how happily she was walking towards Saeyoung, he couldn’t help but smile. Because seeing her happy, was something he wished for, even if it wasn’t him, who would stand beside her.

Truly in that church with all the decor, she shone through like a lonesome star in the night sky. Her white dress hugged all of her beautiful curves and her veil might have hid her face, but her flushed cheeks and rosy lips could be clearly seen. As she walked by Jumin she looked him directly in the eyes and smiled, so he did all he could at that moment, he smiled back.

The ceremony went by in a flash. All that he could think of was how lonely he would be now, how probably he never would be able to find someone like her ever again. God had already tested him with Rika and now her… he was doomed to be alone. If that was true, he decided to make the best out of it – more cat projects, travelling and charity work. He would drown himself in work if he had too.

At the wedding party, he was sat next to Jaehee who seemed to be in her rare relaxed state, but thankful he wasn’t relaxed enough to start to chatter him up. So he was deep in thought as the woman, the one that got away came to him, covered in a thin layer of sweat, her cheeks deep red and on her face a big smile. Whilst she was catching her breath she stretched out her hand and asked Jumin; »Please, dance with me, everyone else had their turn, but only you, you are the one that is left.«

Jumin would never reject a ladies request, so he took hold of her hand, steadied her against him and gently guided her towards the dance floor.
All of a sudden the loud music was much quieter than before and … You will be in my heart started playing, he only smiled at that. What a cruel woman fate was….he pulled his lost one closer to himself and so they swayed on the dance floor. It was painful, holding her so close, feeling her heartbeat, her breath and warmth when shortly he would have to let her go.

With a final twirl he mentally said goodbye to her, to their future, to the children they could have, to the love he could give her. His usually stone hard face, broke for a split second and a final tear rolled down his cheek.

»Jumin!« his once beloved spoke up in panic »Are you alright? Is everything ok, did I step on your foot?«

He chuckled at that, bent down, took hold of her hand and kissed it.

»Let us say, that this is just a small tear that left me, because of your blinding beauty.«

With that this night ended and he left the party. It was only so much, he could handle. Driver Kim was already waiting for him in front of the venue place, while he drove back to his penthouse he took that time to check up on his e-mails, missed calls and texts. Only normal, everyday things, lunch meetings, complaints and some messages from his father.

But then he noticed something unusual – a job application on his private address?
This person had to be very brave or stupid to write HIM for a job application. Either they didn’t know that they had to go through a thorough procedure with Assistant Kang or they were trying to make a good impression on him.
An application to be his personal assistant?

He skimmed through it quickly, but she seemed almost too perfect, her achievements were fantastic, has done a lot of charity work, aced all of her education, her former work…bakery? Intriguing, there was no photo of her, but without him even thinking he replied.

She should meet him in his penthouse tomorrow, since it was a Sunday, if she would come even if it was a Sunday, he would think of recruiting her.

Just as he send, he received a call. It was from her…peculiar, he answered and in his baritone voice he introduced himself. Then a soft, sweet voice spoke out;

»Ah, Mr. Han how lovely to hear your voice, I apologize for calling you so late, but since you replied to my email a moment ago – I thought you might not mind. As for the meeting tomorrow, it is no problem at all, so that is all I wanted to say. AH another thing! Are you maybe allergic to anything? I would like to bring something especially for you and I am just checking if anything could potentially kill you.« At the last part she giggled to reassure him maybe, that she wasn’t really trying to kill him.


As moments passed and in these moments he was trying very hard to analyses this woman, why exactly she couldn’t just send him a reply and why was she worrying about him. Plus why did she want to make something for him, she didn’t even know him, what a strange woman. Then she once more called out »Jumin? Jumin Han?« as she spoke out his name, he felt his whole body heat up, a shiver ran down his spine and the way his name rolled down her tongue, made him want to see her in an instant.

»Forgive me, I was only surprised by your call, since most people reply simply via e-mail and don’t tend to call. But to answer your question I am not allergic to anything. Hope that helps. See you tomorrow, Miss?«

He didn’t even read her full name, he felt so foolish at that point and he realized that he must have hurt her feelings, since she didn’t speak out.
But the silence was broken by a small cute snort that she made.
»I apologize, you haven’t even noticed that I forgot to write my name on my application, my name is Kim Min-hee.«

Min-hee the name did suit her and the way she was communicating with him, with such ease and so naturally like with a friend, made him … surprisingly enough very happy.

»Well then Miss Kim see you tomorrow. When you arrive at the penthouse, please call me and then someone shall come down to pick you up and guide you to me. Good night.«

They both said their goodbyes and neither of them were sure if they would be able to sleep, since both of them were excited to meet each other.

                                 Maybe this time, he had a chance at love?


Well known actor Gene Wilder (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles) has died at the age of 83 due to complications from Alzheimer’s disease.

“We understand for all the emotional and physical challenges this situation presented we have been among the lucky ones — this illness-pirate, unlike in so many cases, never stole his ability to recognize those that were closest to him, nor took command of his central-gentle-life affirming core personality. The decision to wait until this time to disclose his condition wasn’t vanity, but more so that the countless young children that would smile or call out to him “there’s Willy Wonka,” would not have to be then exposed to an adult referencing illness or trouble and causing delight to travel to worry, disappointment or confusion. He simply couldn’t bear the idea of one less smile in the world.

He continued to enjoy art, music, and kissing with his leading lady of the last twenty-five years, Karen. He danced down a church aisle at a wedding as parent of the groom and ring bearer, held countless afternoon movie western marathons and delighted in the the company of beloved ones.”

Wilder appeared in only 37 film and television projects from 1961-2015, but he’ll have a lasting impact in cinematic history. Rest in peace Gene. You will be missed.


You and Chris dated for 5 years, but recently broken up due to his crazy schedule and distance. Today you were getting ready to go out to one of your best friends wedding. As you were getting ready you found one of Chris’s old tux in your closet, you felt sudden sadness feel you up but you brushed it off. You got to the church. It was simply beautiful. White flowers were by the side of each bench, pink rose petals were already on the aisle. The church was packed. The ceremony started and you couldn’t help but shed a few tears during the vows. As you went to your car to go to the party you heard someone calling your name. You felt the air in your lungs disappearing. Chris still looked good, you didn’t realize how much you missed him until now. As he got closer, you caught a draft of his Gucci cologne; he smelled good. Your head goes straight to memory lane but you’re snapped out of it when you realized Chris was talking to you. “ hi y/n” “Hi” you wanted to jump in his arm and kiss him but you kept a poker face. “ how are you ?” Chris asked “ good” you replied your voice completely flat. There was silence. You turned to get in your car but Chris grabs your wrist. His voice is soft. “ I miss you. I still love you. Can we please talk ?” “ I don’t know Chris, I - ” Chris leans forwards and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes enjoying the moment. “ okay.” You say barely a whisper. You turn to get inside your car when Chris grabs your hand. Your faces only a few inches away from each other. Chris brushed his thumb on your right cheek. Slowly and gently left a small kiss on your lips.

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

Sing His praises in the assembly of the faithful. Psalm 149:1b
It’s so easy to get fed up with church. For years I got very little out of church. The sermons were boring. The music was embarrassing. Going to church was an endurance test. Until I visited a persecuted church!
There were fifty of us squeezed into an upstairs room. The singing was hushed. Then a preacher stood up, an old man. No sooner had he spoken a sentence than he broke down in tears. He kept saying, “I never thought I would have the privilege of preaching again.” Then he would laugh, and then cry again. Soon everyone was weeping with him. Except me. I thought, “What kind of hopeless service is this.”
But afterwards I met the old man, and when I heard his story I repented of my attitude. He pastored a church for only six months before it was closed down. He was jailed, spending twenty years in prison. Then suddenly being allowed to do so. How do you preach a sermon after a silence of 31 years? No wonder he was overcome.
I returned home with a transformed attitude. I began to walk to church with my Bible, praising Him for the opportunity. I went to the church early, walking the aisles and praying, thanking God for the building and the freedom to hold our service. When the preacher spoke, I thanked God that he had no fear. When the Bible was read, I thanked God for the men who took grave risks in the past to print and distribute this word in my language. When we sang a hymn, I sang out loudly, thanking God that I did not have to whisper in hushed tones.
Truly, what a privilege worship is. The persecuted church rescued me from bitterness, and taught me to count my blessings I had taken for granted.
Ron Boyd-MacMillan

Thinking about how the feud was the real tragedy-maker in Romeo and Juliet, I’m personally hoping for an adaptation that re-writes an end where those poor dumb kids get actually useful advice about their situation, maybe from Mercutio.  They go to Prince Escalus’s house and say, “So, we’re married, and if our families find out they will cooperate for the first time in living memory to MURDER US, pls halp.”  And maybe Escalus is like “Weeeelllll I dunno…” and Juliet is like, “You won’t help us, but you announce this edict?  So you’ll avenge our deaths but not prevent them?” and bullies him into providing adequate leadership and protection to make Verona stop being such a bloodbath.  And Romeo and Juliet learn that their parents are not authoritarian gods, and the families get super upset when the marriage is announced but can’t do shit about it, and eventually after years of grumbling they can see their inlaws across the aisle at church during baptisms of their grandchildren without needing to be forcibly restrained.

anonymous asked:

So Mc + RFA gets dared to go to a 'haunted' space in town & spend the night. What goes down?


  • he thought it would just be a fun halloween night but no
  • he’d heard the tales of the abandoned house near his college but that couldn’t be real right??
  • 707 teases him about fearing the house so Yoosung ends up getting dared to spend the night there
  • MC just goes along even though he didn’t ask because it’s clear Yoosung is kinda worried
  • the first few hours in the house go fine- sometimes doors close by themselves and floors creak, but that’s just pretty average
  • but once the sun goes down it’s a whole different place
  • Yoosung and MC are cuddled into their sleeping bags and shrieking at every little thing
  • doors start opening and closing very fast, and the windows start cracking- as if they weren’t cracked in the first place
  • all MC and Yoosung do is hug tighter and whimper
  • Nothing mayor happens- maybe because Yoosung and MC don’t really do much- but they surely don’t sleep
  • the second the sun comes up they just run out of there


  • she was offered a very cheap house
  • she didn’t plan on buying it, but it made her curious why it was so cheap
  • the seller just told her “to stay one night and then decide if she wanted it”
  • She ends up agreeing at the seller’s pushiness, so she and MC are spending the night at the house
  • the second she walks in she notices the temperature drop
  • MC is unpacking but when they turn around pieces of clothing have unexplainably moved to somewhere else in the room
  • Jaehee reaches the conclusion that something paranormal is going on
  • It’s quite late though so both her and MC decide to sleep
  • Jaehee is woken up by nonsensical gibberish being whispered into her ear at 2am
  • when her eyes open she sees a shadowy figure lurking around the room and she screams
  • the figure goes away as MC wakes up and Jaehee immediately packs up bc nope this house is DANGEROUS


  • he was arguing with Jumin and Jumin called him a scaredy cat
  • so of course he did the logical thing and decided to spend the night in the haunted warehouse near his place
  • he feels kind of guilty MC decided to follow him because he doesn’t want MC to feel scared
  • when he sets down the sleeping bags, he keeps his arm around MC at all times
  • the warehouse is dark and his flashlight isn’t that strong, and sometimes it looks like there’s something moving just where the light fades
  • at midnight it gets worse, with boxes and cans falling down and sounds of nails scratching the floor
  • Zen kind of wants to challenge the ghosts or spirits or whatever’s there, but he feels like that may put MC in danger
  • so he limits himself to calm down MC and shield them just in case the whole night
  • when the sunlight starts filtering through the old, hole-filled roof, he and MC quickly get out of that dammed warehouse


  • for the cat hotel, he was offered a large victorian-style mansion deep in a forest
  • the mansion was ancient and surprisingly cheap, and could be easily molded into an hotel
  • he decides to spend a night there to decide, and brings MC with him
  • for some reason, the air in the mansion feels strange, but he blames it on the dust
  • MC feels uneasy in some rooms- mostly rooms where there are mysterious dark stains in the walls- and Jumin notices this and starts getting suspicious
  • The room they’ll be sleeping in is the master bedroom, but as he lays in bed with MC he realizes he feels really, really uneasy
  • he considers leaving, but MC is terrified enough so he doesn’t want to make it worse
  • at three AM, Jumin swears he hears a little girl crying- but none of his bodyguards answer his call when he tries to ask them, even though they’re supposed to be standing right outside the door
  • he doesn’t sleep, and keeps hearing things- MC wakes up and hears the same things, but it’s clear that is something paranormal in the works
  • once the clock reaches 5am, he’s had enough, and decides both him and MC are going home- and not buying the house for sure


  • he might be silly but he’s not dumb
  • when he and MC decided to stay the night at the abandoned church nearby, he quickly gathered resources
  • holy water, crosses, salt, rosaries and all those things are stuffed in his bag as MC sets down the sleeping bags inside the old building
  • he knows there’s something different about the place, but he can’t quite put a finger what it is
  • the sun starts to set and him and MC start hearing things
  • deeper into the night and things start to fall by themselves
  • nothing is trying to harm them though, so they just hold onto each other and wait
  • but at 2am, 707 shakes MC awake- because he can see a transparent figure of an old man walking down the church aisle
  • MC starts shaking and 707 starts praying very intensely
  • the man fades away though, and 707 & MC are left there
  • scared out of their skin
  • eventually, the sun comes up and both of them gather their things and run away- leaving a little present to hopefully apease the spirit they saw at night
Calum Hood - All About Us

A/N- this was originally posted on hashtagsandbrokenrecords


I was stood at the side of the church aisle, Calum stood just over to the side as we watched Ashton and his wife, Georgia, exchange vows. I was trying my hardest to concentrate but with a constant gaze on me, I couldn’t help but be unable to focus on anything, let alone another couple in front of us.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” I whispered to the boy beside me as we stood at the end of the aisle, watching as Ashton declared his love for his new wife.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Calum hissed back, a smirk on his face as his hand snaked around my waist. He was feeling particularly touchy today and I really had no idea why, I wasn’t complaining or anything, but in a church I was starting to doubt it was in any way appropriate.

“Then stop staring at me and focus on the wedding.” I chuckled, wriggling out of my boyfriend’s grip.

He shook his head lightly, looking down at me. “I can’t stop staring at you.”

“And why not?” I murmured to him, trying to keep it to hushed tones as the vicar pronounced them husband and wife. I tried to hide my blush as he leant forward and rested his head on my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He mumbled, making me blush quickly as I felt his lips quickly peck my cheek, before turning around slightly to smile at him. The crowd all clapped as Ashton kissed his new wife and Calum quickly pecked my cheek. “Especially in that dress.”

“You want to stop being corny?” I raised my eyebrows at him, watching as he bit his lip to hide the growing grin on his face. “This is Ashton’s day, stop trying to steal the spotlight.”

“I’m not trying to-” but he was cut off by Michael and Luke coming over to us, grins on their faces as we watched the couple go back down the aisle, the crowd cheering for them.

“What’re you two whispering about?” Luke nudged Calum from beside us and I chuckled, raising my eyebrows at Calum expectantly.

“I think this one is yours.” I laughed, wriggling out of the arm he had somehow snuck back around me waist.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Calum asked Michael and Luke, causing them to go wide eyed and exchange confused looks as Calum obliviously beamed at me.

“Dude, is that a trick question?” Mikey spluttered, adjusting his tie uncomfortably.

I turned back to Calum, unable to believe what he was asking them. “Really, Calum?”

“It’s not a trick question. She looks amazing and I wanted to see if you guys agree.” He shrugged a smug look on his face and it caused me to roll my eyes. He tended to do this to show other guys that he was the only man in my life. It was his way of showing me off and saying that he was worthy of me, it got annoying but was sometimes flattering (when he wasn’t putting his best friends on the spot).

“You look lovely Y/N.” Luke decided on, laughing uncomfortably and nodding towards me. Michael nodded in agreement before they excused themselves.

“You’re an embarrassment.” I chuckled, pushing him off me and starting to walk down the aisle.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Can’t take me anywhere.” He grumbled, catching up with me and linking his hand in mine. “Just remember I’m your problem.” He winked, squeezing my hand.

“Unfortunately.” I teased, laughing as he pouted at me and we stood outside the church, ready to line up for the long process of pictures.

“Now for the bride and her maid of honour!” The photographer shouted and I moved over to where Georgia was standing a big grin on her face.

“This’ll be you soon.” Georgia chuckled, as we embraced and I congratulated her. “Just you wait.”

I laughed, glancing over at Calum who was now far too busy trying to avoid Ashton’s selfie with the band. “I don’t think he’s planning anything anytime soon.” I admitted, not particularly bothered by this fact. I was happy with where we were at and I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’d regret further down the line. We were happy as we were and I wasn’t itching to get married.

“Maybe he’ll surprise you.” She raised her eyebrows at me, blocking out the snapping photographer.

“Can we bring in the groom and the best men?” The photographer eventually asked and we waited for the boys to stop bickering in order for them to join us.


Eventually we found ourselves in the reception room and we’d had all the speeches and the dancing. There was quiet music playing as Ashton and Georgia slow danced on the dance floor, clearly worn out by the day. I was curled up on my chair, my heels on the floor as my legs hung over Calum’s lap as he traced tired patterns along my hips.

“Do you want to go outside?” he whispered, gently pushing a hair out of my face. I sighed heavily, weighing up the options and decided if I didn’t move anytime soon I would end up falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Just for a bit.” I nodded, standing up slowly and slipping my heels back on. Calum linked our hands and led us out to the outside area where people were starting to say their goodbyes and head home.

We walked around the dark gardens, little fairy lights and candles lighting up the various paths, a comfortable silence between us. A soft breeze came through and I started to wish I hadn’t left my cardigan inside as goosebumps appeared on my arms.

“Here.” Calum handed me his jacket and I smiled slightly. It was incredibly cliche and cheesy but that’s how I liked it. Calum didn’t often show his soft side unless we were completely alone and I had to admit that the way he had been touchy with me all day was a change.

“Thank you.” I whispered as we came to a stop by the wooden gazebo, all alight with more lights and lanterns. The music from the reception room was faintly heard in the distance and I had an idea. “Dance with me?”

Calum smirked, running up the stairs and bowing before holding out his hand. “Always.”

I curtsied with a cheeky smile on my face and grabbed his hand, him pulling me close to his body and swaying slightly on the spot.

“I love you,Y/N.” He whispered as he rested his head on my shoulder, his breath grazing my neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Cal.” I replied, pulling away slightly to connect our lips slowly.

“I have a question for you.” He stated when we pulled away completely, taking a step back from our embrace, our hands still entwined.

I nodded for him to continue and he smiled at me shyly before lowering himself down onto one knee. My eyes widened and when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

“You’re full of surprises.” I laughed shakily and he raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say “really? I’m about to propose to you and you need to speak?”

“Sorry.” I bit my lip to try to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out.

“I had a whole speech planned and everything but I know you’re dying to say something so I’ll make it really quick.” He chuckled, opening the box and inside was the ring I had only ever shown one person in my life. The one I had been dying for my entire life but had refrained from showing Calum in fear he would run for the hills. “Y/N you know how much I love you, how happy you make me. I try to show you that every day. But now I want to make you that happy every minute of every day for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up to you having stolen all the duvet. I want to kiss you every day knowing you’re the love of my life and I was man enough to get down on one knee and ask you to marry me. So the real question is, will you marry me?”

I didn’t even realise I was crying as I nodded and he slipped the ring onto my finger. “Please don’t cry.” He chuckled, standing up to come back to my level and I made to wipe them away but his hands quickly brushed them away for me. His lips found mine and they moulded together in a way I had grown so accustomed to and a way I always found myself craving more of.

“The ring…how did you?” I stuttered out as we pulled apart and I stared down at the stunning band on my finger.

“I may have spoken to Georgia once or twice.” He bit his lip and I laughed at his expression.

“I love you so much.” I told him sincerely and his eyes met mine and in that gaze I was certain that I would never get tired of him looking at me like that.

Final Call (Steve x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Steve Rogers

Persona: Female

Word Count: 2,055

Warning: Angst, blood, pain, swearing

Request: May I request a reader x steve where steve knows he’s about to die in a few seconds from fatal wounds and instead of calling for the other avengers he calls the reader, his fiancée and carries on a casual conversation, making sure she knows how much he loves her and how he can’t wait to marry her before he dies. 

A/N - This is for heyxjosie, (this request broke my heart), enjoy <3

Your mind wandered back to Steve as you sat on the sofa, right now you were enjoying your short break away from Shield whilst your fiance continued to fight for those who couldn’t. You smiled fondly as you remembered how you begged Steve to let you come with him, he told you he’d be fine besides everyone needed you at home, “Who else is going to make sure Tony doesn’t kill Buck?”, his voice rang out in your head, you could picture him standing in front of you, that adorable smile of his as he pulled you into a hug. You missed being in his arms, you wondered what he was doing.

Meanwhile Steve was thinking about the same thing. The mission was almost over and very soon he’d see you again, only this time it would be as you walked down the church aisle wearing a beautiful white gown, one that was almost as beautiful as you.

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anonymous asked:

breaking news: Louis Tomlinson And Harry Styles Of 1D Fame On Sight-Seeing Tour Of Churches In Cheshire, England. "It doesn't mean anything", says Styles, 21, "We just like nice little churches with nice long aisles where you can marry someone."

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