god i'm so bad

Keep reading your Bible

Please. I’m begging you.

I know, I get it. It can be overwhelming to think about. You don’t know where to start. It feels like a chore at times. You get too easily distracted. I. Get. It. But please don’t give up on it.

You need it if you want to survive and remain strong in your faith. Without it, you will spiritually starve yourself to death. You can’t maintain a strong relationship with the Lord when you’re never reading the Word He gave you in order to be close to Him.

Find a book related plan to go off of. Look for reading challenges. Keep a Bible journal. Join a Bible study group. Do something. Make it a habit, to the point that a day without it feels like a day without brushing your teeth. Stop putting it off, please. It’s in your best interest. You’ll never regret spending even the smallest bit of time in the Word.

Please just read your Bible.

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The Holy Jinity 

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nine in the afternoon // panic! at the disco

The Dare

“Let me get this straight they dared you to kiss me?” Bakugou was leaning against his doorframe. He folded his arms across his chest. “That’s a load of shit. Why the hell would they dare you to kiss me?”

Uraraka nervously twiddled her fingers. “You’re right. It is kind of silly, but I um-” she bit her lip.

“Spit it out.”

“I don’t want to fail the dare!” she clenched her fists. She went on saying that this was one of the easier dares of the night.

“Well why the hell didn’t you pick truth?!” Bakugou retorted, turning to go back in his room.

“WHAT WUSS PICKS TRUTH?!” Uraraka blurted before covering her mouth. Bakugou stopped. He took a deep breath before turning to face her again. He had a slight smirk on his face.

“So you think people who choose truth over dare are wusses, huh?” He laughed. Uraraka felt her face redden, but nodded. “Better make it quick before I change my mind. Because I don’t have time for this.” It took a moment before his words registered to her.

Uraraka nervously approached him. She stood on her tiptoes. She closed her eyes as she pressed her lips to his. His lips were surprisingly soft.

Bakugou’s body stiffened for a moment. His fight or flight response was kicking in. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands.

“Psssst bro, you’re supposed to close your eyes!” Kirishima whispered from across the hall. He gave the blonde a cheeky grin and flashed a thumbs up.

Bakugou shot him a look that said ‘You’re dead after this is over.’ but took the red head’s advice.

Everything melted away for a moment. The gentle pressure against his lips was the only thing he was aware of. She tasted like cherries.

Then it was over. Uraraka backed away sheepishly rubbing her neck. “Sorry about that, but thanks for letting me do the dare.”

Bakugou felt his face burning. “Yeah whatever.” he turned hiding his face from her.

Cheering started as the other students, who were watching the dare unfold, came out of their hiding places.

“Man your face is so red Bakugou, are you okay?” Kirishima snickered.

“Does this mean you enjoyed the kissss?” Kaminari sang.

“It means YOU’RE DEAD!” Bakugou roared and charged the troublesome duo.

“You did it!” Mina cried as she threw her arms around Uraraka.

“I’m surprised he let you go through with it.” Tsuyu commented.

“Anyway so how was it?” Mina pressed. “Is he a good kisser?”

Uraraka’s face turned a deep red. Momo interjected. “Girls, give her some space. She can tell us all about the little kiss later. But we really should be heading back downstairs.”

“WAY AHEAD OF YOU!” Kaminari cried, trying to hurry up and close the elevator before Bakugou reached Kirishima and him.

“Hurryuphurryuphurryup!” Kirishima whispered, rapidly tapping the close door button. Both boys let out a sigh of relief as the doors began to close. That is until Bakugou’s hand wedged between the door stopping it from closing fully. “OH GOD!”

The girls were laughing on their way downstairs. Maybe Bakugou would join their game sometime.

i honestly get so frustrated seeing karamels being like “omg he made her breakfast in bed!!!! so abusive *sarcasm* lmaooo @ antis!!” 

because guess what? abusers aren’t abusive 24/7. my mum also cooks me really delicious meals and tells me she loves me every now an then, but that doesn’t change the fact that she hits me and acts like she owns me and guilt trips and manipulates and silences and yells at me basically every single day. not always all at once and sometimes really subtly, but she still does it. just like mon el. so can you please stop invalidating and making fun of abuse victims?

this is not intended to be hateful in any way, i’m literally just trying to get y’all to understand our point of view and stop treating this as some kind of joke.

“you have your mother’s eyes” 

Lily stood there with her back straight, tears streaming down her face. Her arms spread wide out, as if that will protect the infant that was behind her in the crib. She looked up, into the face of the intruder. Searching, hoping, for a flicker of hesitation. Instead, all she saw was a smile. Perhaps even a laugh, she did not know. She could only hear her own cries. “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”. She was begging, hoping, he would comply. In that moment, her vision was blurry. She wanted to turn around and kiss Harry one more time, wanted to tell him how much she loved him….”Please … have mercy … have mercy…”.  One more kiss, one more look, one more moment. “Please”. The last thing she saw was a green light coming towards her. 

“you have your mother’s eyes”

Harry looked into the face of his opponent. His back straight, but his body aching. His clothes having stains of dried blood. He must die. It must end. He did not say a word. He couldn’t. Instead, he pictured Ron and Hermione. His best friends. The ones he dreamed of having during his childhood, when Dudley and his friends laughed at him. His two best friends who stuck by him, who protected him. He pictured his parents, whom he saw moments ago. He knew they were beside him. His mother was likely standing in front of him, like she had done years ago. But this time, it was Harry’s turn to protect those he loved. Ginny’s face popped up into his vision. When he had seen her in the castle, he wanted to hug her. Have one last moment with her. One last kiss. He straightened his back again, and looked into his opponent’s red eyes. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

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I AM IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM AN ARTIST

I was bored last night and wanted to do drawings of some friends’ sona’s and here are the few that were picked last night. I am not an artist so these look incredibly bad I apologize xD and I also used the macbook mousepad for drawing or as my friend spack calls it “a tiny tablet”. I also don’t think I intend on trying to get better at drawing or get a tablet any time soon. But tonight I will probably be doing this again and you all can come watch this horrific job of drawing and even tell me who to draw! ^^ friends who I drew: @rakru-wolf @thespackster @snowbleppard @lexiwuff @fleurfurr @amarajwulf and rakru told me to draw @beta-wolfsky so I did, @mysanthropeic @parafoxical hope you all enjoy these XD

sometimes you just gotta indulge yourself with some modern buffstrid