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  • Keith: Lance!
  • Lance: what?
  • Keith: where's my lion?
  • Lance: what?
  • Keith: WHERE. IS. MY. LION?
  • Lance: I, uh... put it away
  • Keith: WHERE
  • Lance: WHY do you need to know?
  • Keith: I NEED IT
  • Lance: UH UH. Don't you think about running off doing no daring do. We've been planning this dinner for two months!
  • Keith: THE UNIVERSE IS IN DANGER
  • Lance: MY EVENING IS IN DANGER
  • Keith: YOU TELL ME WHERE MY LION IS LANCE! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!
  • Lance: I AM YOUR HUSBAND! I am the greatest good you are EVER gonna get!

You were sat at the back of the convention hall, your daughter on your knee, while Misha was doing his solo panel. You were going to be waiting in your room for him, but Annie insisted on watching her daddy on stage. You just prayed that he didn’t say anything that would scar her.

“Thanks for answering,” the fan at the mic said. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” your husband said into his mic, and your daughter took a deep breath.

“I love you most!” she called out, causing everyone around you to ‘awww’.

It’s something the three of you often said to one another, so her calling it to her father shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did.

Misha’s eyes scanned the crowd as everyone continued to fawn over your four-year-old.

“Who is more cute than me?” he accused, causing you to laugh, getting to your feet with Annie on your hip.

“Your daughter,” you called back, making your way to the stage as his face lit up.

“I thought you were in the room?”

He grabbed Annie and she clung to him like a monkey, hanging from his side as he readjusted how to hold his mic.

“She wanted to see her daddy,” you shrugged, “And so did I.”

“Well get up on stage then,” he grinned, and you did as you were told, sitting in Misha’s chair. “Okay, now who has a question for my wife?”

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If you’re single and you desire to be in a Godly intentional relationship, remember that it’s okay if you don’t meet your future husband the way your friends from college met theirs. It’s okay if you’re older than friends at church who are getting married and having kids. It’s okay if you’re the only person at your job that doesn’t have a significant other. This doesn’t make your story or who you are any less valuable in the eyes of God.
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While other people’s stories can be comforting to hear and interesting to follow on social media, you can never look at how things turned out for them and try to compare that to your life.
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Your future husband might be at your church, but you also might meet him randomly through a mutual friend. This doesn’t mean that you should spend your time looking at every guy through a relationship-lens, but it’s OKAY to be hopeful and prayerful about meeting your future husband! If that’s what you desire, pray boldly about it! The world has a way of making people feel guilty or ashamed for desiring lasting relationships that lead to marriage. God has a design for marriage and He honors it:
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Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure…Hebrews 13:4
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This doesn’t mean that everyone has to get married and it is not a sin to be single and stay single (read 1 Corinthians 7). However, if you do desire marriage, it’s okay to pray for your love story. It’s okay to pray and ask God to continue to guide your future husband, whoever he may be. It’s okay to make an effort to surround yourself with like-minded peers and brothers and sisters in Christ who are on the same page.
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It’s important to be intentional about these things while you’re single, because praying for your husband and being in a community of like-minded people is apart of marriage, too!
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So don’t compare yourself to where your friends or peers are. It’s okay to glean and be inspired by positive stories, but focus on asking the Lord to guide you through where you are right now and where He wants you to be. Stay focused and trust that God knows what He’s doing with your love story!
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Written by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos

You are told over and over until it is beaten into your brain
That you are the sum of your parts: breasts and curves and an ass to grab
A mouth made for fucking, or, just one more way to keep you quiet
You are told that no man will like you if you do that
As if your entire life leads to the moment a man chooses to fall in love with you
Don’t be too smart or too good at your hobbies let him win so he’ll feel manly
You are told that your virginity is your most precious commodity
And when it is gone you are no longer pure, just a chewed up piece of gum or a broken egg
Be pretty be beautiful cover up your imperfections and make sure the world cannot see your flaws
Boys don’t like girls with big brains so don’t worry about your education because your husband will take care of you
You are told to stay quiet be meek and humble be ladylike
Because ladylike means subservience and womanhood means silence
You are told that your body is not your own that it is made for a man’s pleasure
You are told that you do not need medication and that you are faking the unbearable pain you feel each month
That the blood you’ve spilled is proof of what you can give back to this world and that motherhood is the only noble profession  
But that you mustn’t speak of it to maintain a man’s comfort
You are told that your body parts make you who you are and it is not your soul that determines your true self
And that you do not know yourself and that it does not matter who is in your head because you were born with one part and not another
Taught to doubt your own voice and doubt the thoughts in your head
Told that you are confused or just want to experiment and that your love for another woman is pornographic and for male consumption
Taught to bind your wrists and keep your lips sewn shut
Taught and told and taught and told

And they are nothing but lies

I am here to tell you
Do not pander to a man’s ego
Do not be anyone but who you know yourself to be
Do not make a man feel comfortable by your silence 
Your voice is meant to be heard and your thoughts are worth thinking and being spoken out loud
When push comes to shove and you are backed against a wall I give you permission to lash out fight back push with your hands and feet
Use the energy of your heart and soul and the importance of who you are
To fight
To make him stop and listen
To keep him still and freeze him in his tracks
He cannot take this from you
He cannot make you someone you are not
He cannot determine what makes you you or tell you who you are meant to be
You are the entire universe
You are stars and the sun and the dirt of the earth
You are creation and destruction personified
Here it is again
You have permission
To be who you are and to say what you need to say and to walk with your head held high
If your voice is weak I will be loud
If your hands shake I will steady you
If your knees crumble and your heart breaks I will be there to lift you up and help you put the shards of your soul back together
Be strong
Be fierce
Be kind
Be good to yourself
But do not let him tell you
Who you are
Or what you are worth
Because your worth is immeasurable and he cannot fathom what you are actually made of

—  1/21/2017

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your prompts so much, you have an amazing gift! My request is angsty, so feel free to deny it. An exlover comes to the rfa party after learning of MC's relationship with Jumin, shoots his gun at Jumin, but MC jumps in front of him and takes the bullet instead? Forgive me for my English, and please deny if you don't want to write this. If you do however, thank you very much.

Thank you so much, this is so sweet omg! 

Also, this is like shark week but with angst but we only having happy endings in this household

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a terrific day!

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Music drowned the ballroom, a bouncy, uplifting beat drenching your ears as you trailed about. 

Your husband walked beside you, a tender arm weaved about your waist protectively. 

The party was just as extravagant and as successful as before, voices full of thanks and compliments fluttering by as you went on.

“I think you did a wonderful job darling,” He hummed in your ear, pressing a fond kiss to your temple. “You worked very hard.” 

“Thank you!” You beamed. “I’m glad you think so.” 

“Although I do sincerely hope that this means you won’t be staying up until early morning trying to reply to emails.” 

“I was a bit all over the place…wasn’t I?” 

“You were doing your best. But I must admit that I do miss having you fall asleep in my arms.” 

“I miss it too.” You snickered. “So we’ll just have to do something about that won’t we…” 

Your voice drawled as you noticed an odd figure trudging amongst the crowd, muted gray eyes glued onto you. 

“Love?” Jumin drew back your focus, furrowing his brow with slight concern. “Is something wrong?” 

You blinked rapidly in an awkward manner, finding the odd gaze to have disappeared in the swamp of people. “No, it’s fine. Just thought I saw something.” 

“I think perhaps the stress is getting to you.” He murmured. “Maybe a dance will help?” 

He knew you barely knew how to dance.

It was obvious by the small grin tugging at his lips. 

“And what kind of dancing?” 

“Hopefully the sort where I’m able to sweep you off your feet.”

“You did that a long time ago you know.” You let him lead you to the dancefloor, his arm pulling you closer to him as the crowd grew thicker. 

“And I can’t help but still be in awe at that.” A soft glaze shimmered in his eyes as he glanced towards you. 

It was an odd thing.

He would look at you as though you sprinkled the sky with stars, or lit up the sun in the morning.

As though you were everything. 

He held you gently, leading you carefully as the two of you danced.

He’d mutter each step quietly under his breath to you, giving your hand encouraging squeezes as you progressively improved.

Whenever other people would come to take either you or him as a partner he’d simply tighten his grip upon you, shooting daggers at them.

Nothing seemed wrong.

Perfect even.

Yet you couldn’t help but notice the same eyes following you as it almost circled you. 

It was getting closer.

It was unsettling.

The anger and malice dripping from the gaze left you chilled to the bone. 

Yet it had to simply just be some sort of trick in your head right?

You nearly shoved the thought out of your mind until you saw a finger tap Jumin’s shoulder.

You lifted your gaze and froze.

The very same eyes were in front of you.

Belonging to your ex.

Jumin knew of him from stories you’d tell, but you’d done your best to remove all physical reminders of him. 

Yet you’d never truly forget his face. 

His murky blonde hair was slicked back, his sharp, angular features emphasized more and more. 

“May I steal her away for a moment?” 

His voice was so honeyed. 

It would always lighten whenever he’d speak to you, controlling all of your emotions and motivations until you nearly never saw him in a negative light.

It was always your fault.

And he had been flawless.

Your husband caught the disdainful look in your expression and leaned you closer against him. 

“No, I’m afraid not.” 

“And how come?”

Your heart beat hurriedly like a drum as his voice continuously flooded into your ears. 

He needed to leave.

He couldn’t be here.  

“Is no not a sufficient answer?”” 

“Well, it’s certainly not the answer I’ll be taking.” He remarked, folding his lips. “After all, you’ve stolen the love of my life.” 

The atmosphere shifted.

Jumin was silent, ushering you behind him as his voice lowered. “I beg your pardon?” 

“Did I stutter?” The man raised his brows, arrogance oozing from him. “I’m sure she hasn’t forgotten about me. I’m known to be a memorable person.” 

“It’s funny how I don’t even know your name then.” 

“It doesn’t matter if you do. But I’d be a bit heartbroken if she didn’t.” 

You hid your face from him, tears brimming in your eyes. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Jumin growled, a low rumble emanating from his throat. “I don’t think you’re wanted.” 

“Oh, I’ll leave, as soon as you let her go.” He said. “You’ve been a very good interim while I was gone, but I’m afraid we’ve recovered from our ‘break’.” 

His words left a cold emptiness inside of you.

“It’s time to come home.” 

“You are not going anywhere with my wife.” Aggression poured in Jumin’s tone, his hands clenching into fists. “But you and your delusions will be walking out of that door right now.” 

“Are you not even going to let her decide? I’m sure she’s missed me for ages.” 

Your breath hitched, shifting closer to your husband, burying your head between his shoulder blades. 

You didn’t even have to speak for him to understand.

“If she missed you, she wouldn’t have married me.” He snapped. “I thought even that much should be obvious to you.” 

“Oh right, right…” He slipped his hand into his pocket, tentatively fiddling with something. 

He was debating. 

“And someone as powerful as you couldn’t possibly have forced her into it I’m sure.” He sneered, sarcasm clear in his tone. “I’m sure she just absolutely adores the cold, spoiled, and disgusting businessman.” 

That struck something with you.

It was no longer fear or sadness.

It was anger.

It erupted like a firework, your head lifting in his direction.

“Get out.” 

He stared at you in surprise. “W-What?” 

“Get out. Now.” 

“Well, now I’m sure something is seriously wrong.” The man retorted, his voice raising. “Because I know you would never say something like that to me!” 

That’s when he revealed what he was hiding. 

A pistol. 

He held it, finger hovering over the trigger as his sight darted between to two of you. “So what did he say to make you have the audacity to say that to me?” 

You were stunned.

“Stay behind me, do not move. No matter what.” Jumin whispered to you, fear flashing upon him for a moment. 

But you couldn’t do that. 

“No-you know what? It’s fine! I’ll just get rid of him and we’ll go!” He gasped, his voice falling apart by the second. “Just the two of us.”

And as he raised the pistol, his finger pressing backward against the trigger, you rushed forward. 

You pushed Jumin away, a sudden pain coursing through your body like a bolt of electricity. 

The bullet rang like a shock wave, smashing into your shoulder. 

And for a moment the world stopped. 

You stumbled awkwardly, nearly falling had it not been for your husband catching you, entangling you frantically in his arms. 

The man gave a horrified expression, his jaw dropping before rushing off in a troubled dash.

“MC, why did you do that?” He almost whimpered, staring with terror as blood soaked your clothing. 

“I had to make sure you’d be okay…” You gasped, grinning gently as he tipped his forehead against your own. 

“Well let me make sure you’ll be okay now darling.” He was barely able to maintain a sense of calm, his words stuttering and breaking with the terrified tears dribbling down his cheeks. “But you need to promise me that you’ll stay awake. Stay with me. Please.” 

You nodded, reaching up to wipe the tears away. 

“Don’t worry. I’m going to stay right here with you.” 

And despite all that occurred you still managed to make him smile.

Because he knew your words were absolutely true.

  • Alec: Magnus where is my gear and my bow?
  • Magnus: what?
  • Alec: WHERE. IS. MY GEAR?
  • Magnus: Why do you need to know?
  • Alec: I NEED IT
  • Magnus: Uh-huh.
  • Alec: THE PUBLIC IS IN DANGER! YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS, MAGNUS! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!
  • Frozone's Wife: "Greater good?" I'm your Husband! I am the greatest good you are EVER gonna get!

anonymous asked:

Please make Into a one Shot the: imagine Thomas your husband treating you too fatherly because of your age difference. I dunno if you make oneshots but I would totally read that!

Ooo Thomas Sharpe. Well, i am not taking one shot requests right now but… i tend to always write Tom fatherly i’ve noticed. Look, here’s my masterlist:

“All the stories”

I’ll mention some stories and their plots.

“A.H.D.” Tom is a married man with a son in elementary school. A girl in her 20′s catches his eye. He’s demanding, jealous, territorial. etc. (There’s 2 parts).

“Reading lines” A young actress is nervous about doing her first steamy scene with Tom and he’s nice enough to help her through it.

“70 & 18″ Tom’s developed a crush on his young co-star and feels guilty about it.

“Monthly” Tom spoils his gf during her period.

“Snoring” Tom won’t let his gf sleep due to his loud snoring but makes up for it the next morning.

“Endearing dark circles” Tom is a daddy (For real. Not being a Sinnastymon roll right now), and the baby wakes him in the middle of the night so he sings it back to sleep.

“He’s the big bad wolf” Tom’s gf will finally introduce him to her parents and her father dislikes him as soon as he notices the age difference between them.

“Gasoline” Smut. Daddy Tom smut.

Hope you enjoy one of these, but honestly, Tom’s fatherly in all my fics i believe ahaha. 

<3

~A.Wölf.

Teacher- Neville Longbottom

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Characters: Remus Lupin

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 686

Author: Charlotte

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What pisses me off is that Juliet genuinely believes she does nothing wrong. If a whole sea of accounts hate you, then honey, the problem is not them. It’s with you and your shitty personality. Oh and the ones who genuinely do hate you because you beat and humiliated your husband and hit yourself to frame him and STILL got away with it, their hate is justified. Hell, the ones who see you as the whole reason BVB is going down in flames because you single handedly changed everything it was about by changing Andy’s personality to be as wishy-washy and sensitive as yourself, their hate is justified. Take THAT as an opinion.

A/N: I agree completely with all of this. -M

pleadian  asked:

How do I scientifically explain that Consciousness is more than just our brain? My husband admits he doesn't understand what it is, but he thinks we are just our brains, instinct, and evolution.

Namaste! Unfortunately science and spirituality are matters that used to exist in unison but are no more. Science requires proof for validation whereas spirituality exists in dimensions unseen which is discredited in the scientific community. However, there is some progression being made slowly.

The pineal glad is said to be the gateway to our soul which is located in the central part of our brain. The less calcified our pineal glad is (avoiding fluoride!) the more the chance we have to connect to our true soul with correlates with the connection of the universe and the deeper understanding that we truly are all one.

Maybe for your husband it requires more facts but this is a path that is paved with faith and a willingness to be open to the possibilities of realms unseen. If we think that we are nothing more then our brains, then that is almost ruling out that we even have a soul.

I personally do not believe that we are the byproduct of evolution. I believe that we are a combination of both terrestrial and celestial beings. We are far too complex to say that time generated us from a primate to a conscious human. Animals function on instinct, yes they feel but they do not take into consideration the feelings of others in the decisions they make. That is where we differentiate. It is our consciousness that make us feel more deeply.

Just because an animal is not aware, that still does not signify that they have no soul. Every living being on the planet has a soul and our soul is fabricated out of energy. What we see is only what we can understand to a 3rd dimensional mind. The less we rely on our 5 senses, the more in tune with the universe we become. Our 6th sense is guided by our intuition which allows us the ability to feel and perceive the energy around you. We feel energy, whether we want to recognize it or not. Some people are more sensitive to it then others which help you determine if you are an empath or not.

I know this was a lot more of a complicated answer then needed but the universe is complicated and simple at the same time. It’s a beautifully created paradox that we live in. My point being, you can not convince your husband of something if he has prefabricated ideas of how things work to being with. The calling has to come to him from the universe, if he wants to receive the message or not is his choice. I hope this helped!

Some links also if he’s up to read. Also please consider downloading the Gaia app and watching Cosmic disclosure by David Wilcock featuring Corey Goode and others. Many questions can be answered by that series alone and even more new question will arise. Enjoy ✌🏻

https://www.google.com/amp/yournewswire.com/scientists-say-they-have-found-proof-of-the-human-soul/amp/

https://theartofunity.com/how-to-decalcify-your-pineal-gland/

https://www.spherebeingalliance.com/

TFW

…weeks after your husband got his new phone, and you’ve resolved all the mutual cloud issues, and had forgotten that was even a thing, you find that somehow the cloud *did* deposit nekked pictures of other women from his phone onto yours.

anonymous asked:

Does your husband know you ship drarry? I feel like my boyfriend would be a little freaked out if he found out about my ship but I don't like hiding it

Yes he does! He’s even read some of my stuff!

Ok so flash back 9 years. When we were first dating…I didn’t tell him right away I was afraid he would think it was weird. But I realized I didn’t like feeling like I was hiding anything so I old him.

He thought it was odd at first but not because it’s two boys but because he was born and raised in rural Mexico he knew nothing about popular culture or fanfiction! And he asked a lot of questions and we talked about it A LOT because he wanted to understand now.

Flash forward to now….we don’t really talk about it but only because he knows everything and he isn’t into Harry Potter. But he does joke with me about Draco being Harry’s boyfriend and he’s read some of my stories and knows I’ve written hardcore smut.

Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed! Your boyfriend should accept you and everything you like!