god loves love

Sherlock in TLD

i still don’t understand sherlock in tld

how is it possible that he looks like such a gross mess but somehow i STILL found him so gorgeous?!

i don’t even like scruffy facial hair and i LOVE sherlock’s bouncy curls and dapper posh clean cut look, not the greasy mess in tld

Originally posted by benedictc

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

and yet!! AND YET!!!


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Originally posted by snapesoul

Originally posted by whenisayrunrun


What do you believe in? A God? Gods? An explosion of atoms? Karma? A Nirvana, reincarnation, heaven, hell, a man floating on a cloud damning us all or maybe protecting us? Maybe you believe in a combination of these, maybe none at all. Maybe you’re not sure what you believe; in all honesty I’m not quite sure what I believe in sometimes. But I think even if I could confidently choose an ideology, or combination of such, I think it all comes back to a balance of right now. I don’t know where I’ll go after I died or if all the things I’ve done on earth will matter when I’ve been buried and left the material world behind me.. but I am beginning to realize that that all our ideologies apply to a “later,” and everything “right now” is a scale.

A scale in the idea that nothing can be existentially bad or existentially good. When you have a row of good, you will experience bad until everything is at equilibrium again, same visa versa. But what if this doesn’t just exist on an individual level, but as a whole. Think about it.. where do you lie? Are you a person who no matter how much good you do, the effort you put in, how much you try, or the positive optimistic mindset you have, it ends up bad? Or are you someone who no matter what you do wrong in the world you still end up on top? Don’t for a second think that I don’t know we sometimes walk ourselves into our downfalls, but what if the average Joe experiences all their bad days no matter the effort they put in, because they’re balancing someone’s good days? What if you’re having a little harder struggle in life to balance someone else’s good? What if I’m not just an external balance of good and bad but a fraction of a whole, because we are divided; some of us born to live a certain life. Those wouldn’t mean you’re destined for only one kind of experience of life and it’s not to say you cannot shift the balance into a different path. For those who believe in science and numbers, Equilibrium can change when the substances or parts of the equation change, and for those who believe in a Higher power, the God you believe in is constantly weaving a new plan for every turn you decide to take right?

Different ideologies, different ways to experience life after death, but the same “right now.”

What if if the perfect balances we need for Survival are not limited to H20, CO2, and the components of air, but the overall experiences of our lives. And if that’s the case, where are you in it all?

If your enemy is hungry, give him to eat. If he is thirsty, give him to drink. Christ carried our guilt being Him innocent, and while we were His enemies, He laid down His life for ours. Now we are to do the same.
A Secret Door

Is there some deeper hidden meaning
I somehow sense there’s something more

An answer to life’s unfathomable mysteries
somewhere there must exist a secret door

A seldom used path leading closer to God
how or to whom will the way be shown

Never to be touched or felt by the senses
and yet I still must believe it can be known

Hiding before the blind eyes of the world
each ever grasping and struggling for gain

Clawing and scratching to accomplish nothing
attached to possessions, addicted to pain

I will seek in silence a secret door leading to
the abode of love lying just beyond our fear

For my heart still remembers finding it once
hiding closer than close and nearer than near

Things You Will See in This Video:

-Misha not able to speak properly but frustratedly trying to get his point across anyway
-Maison and West just positively cracking up with laughter
-Vicki desperately running away from the camera


Okay but like

Imagine Boss secretly being the hugest cuddle bug ever

But he never wants to admit it aloud


Like one day, Boss came home from work. It was a particularly stressful day, and he just wanted some time to relax. He quietly goes upstairs, passing the couch where Red was sitting.

“uh, boss?” Red murmured. “y-you okay?”

Boss said nothing and quietly went up stairs, his shoulders hunched forward and his expression blank, which was a sure fire way for Red to tell something was up.

Boss went into his room, shutting the door behind him without much force. Stars, he didn’t even have the will to slam it shut like he normally does… he strips of his armor and puts on some more comfortable clothes to wear: a black tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. Yes, believe it or not, Boss actually did dress sloppily on occasion. He left his armor laying carelessly on his bed before he left the room. He really just didn’t give a shit today.

He stepped silently down the stairs, his eyes focused on the ground as he didn’t want to really look at anything at the moment. He was headed for the kitchen to start dinner. He knew Red wasn’t going to–

“boss.” Red called, his voice firm yet gentle.

Boss turned and looked at Red, his expression turning from its blank, sad look to a look of excited shock.

“SANS…” he murmured happily as he took in the sight in front of him.

Red was laying on the floor right in front of the couch, with a bunch of pillows behind him and Boss’s favorite blanket neatly folded in his lap. It was made of synthetic fur, a rare find in the Underground. He loved the fuzzy texture of it against his bones…

It also happened to be the only blanket he’s ever found that can actually completely cover him without leaving his feet out in the open, and that was a plus in his book.

Red chuckled and patted the ground next to him. “well don’t just stand there and gawk, boss. c'mere and snuggle for a bit,”

Boss looked almost shy as he walked over and knelt down next to his brother, his hands fighting in his lap as he looked at the smaller skeleton awkwardly.

“c'mere, ya big doofus,” Red said teasingly, gently taking hold of Boss’s hand and tugging him closer.

“BUT I HAVE TO MAKE DINNER..” Boss objected, his hand beginning to slip away from Red’s as he began to get back up.

Red pulled him back down, his grip firmer. “dinner can wait. you need some time to relax…”

Boss grumbled something inaudible before finally giving in and settling back down. He let Red take the blanket and lay it over the two of them, his expression awkward yet content. Red shifted closer to Boss until he was flush against him before laying an arm over his ribcage.

“y'know, you can do a little of the work here, too…” Red grumbled.

“SORRY…” Boss said quietly before turning on his side so he could face Red. He wrapped his arms around the smaller skeleton and pulled him close, breathing in the faint scent of mustard and cigarette smoke as his nasal cavity was buried in the fur of Red’s hoodie.

Ahhh, what a nice smell…

Red’s fingers traced small circles in Boss’s back, rousing a small and trill purr from him. He pulled Red a little closer, his arms around him tight yet gentle.

“I LOVE YOU,” Boss murmured, his voice just above a whisper.

“i love you too, sugar,” Red responded, his voice warm and happy sounding.

Boss smiled to himself and nuzzles into Red’s hoodie fur. Red almost never called him anything other than Boss… and it was a nice change of pace for once.

His eyesockets began to drift close, the wake nurturing scent of his brother slowly lulling him to sleep. Red soon followed, the loving and protective feeling of the taller skeleton’s arms around him, pulling him into a peaceful sleep as well.~