god of hell fire

Hi everyone. How are you today?
WhaT ThE fUUUCkkkkk

I’m going to buy a pair of ice skates and burn them in a hell fire in sacrifice to the iceskating gods

(Obviously I know the ring isint real I’m just talking about the scene in general)
Religion has actually convinced people…that there’s an invisible man, living in the sky, who watches everything you do, every minute of every day.  And the invisibly man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things he has a special place full of fire, and smoke and burning and torture, and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever, til the end of time. But he loves you.
—  George Carlin

Oops……….dick slip. Well I know that this dick slip is Absolutely Positively Completely Intentional buy it’s so hot that I wanted to share it with you guys. Beautiful Perfect Circumcised White Man Penis. Isn’t he sexy and hot guys? I love this guy he’s Fucking Incredibly Hot!!! God Damn It That’s HOT As Satin Fucking Hell Fire!!!

  • Aries: God of Fire & the Seven Circles of Hell, punishing the sinners and heretics
  • Taurus: Goddess of the Home & Hearth, protecting our loved ones and our shelter
  • Gemini: God of Scholars & Education, watches over the spread of information and knowledge
  • Cancer: Goddess of Women, all things soft & feminine
  • Leo: God of Animals & Children, all things wild & free
  • Virgo: Goddess of Snow & Natural Phenomena, cruel yet natural and beautiful
  • Libra: God of Justice & Beauty, vain yet fair
  • Scorpio: Goddess of Death & Darkness, the dead and the afraid
  • Sagittarius: God of Travel & Adventure, new experiences and foreign affairs
  • Capricorn: Goddess of Success & Fame, fortune and notoriety. The She-wolf of Wall Street
  • Aquarius: God of Discovery & Technology, all things metal and shiny
  • Pisces: Goddess of the Ocean & Emotion, the seas are at the mercy of her moods

“You will never get away from me, Stanley Pines!”

Stan hit him good but not good enough. He’s still alive there somewhere inside his head ~<3

I betrayed Stan and drew this little shit!

But That’s not all!!! I have something special to you guys: Fire animation tutorial!!! Just keep reading and you can found it <3

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This is a translation of the Drama CD that came with the limited edition of SHOW MUST GO ON!! by Fourpe/UraShimaSakataSen

This took a long time because of the RPG terms, how long the audio track was and fastpacedspeakingwhydotheytalksofast but I’m finally done! Thank you for waiting! As usual, please message me any corrections you find!

U: The era of great adventures. It dates back 100 years.

Sa: At the sound of thunder, monsters appear, preying on those lost on their journeys from the continent

Shi: However, at the time there was a warrior going by the name of a hero. He slayed many monsters.

Sen: And so the hero said “I will defeat the Demon King who disturbs this land, and bring back the Demon King’s treasure, with heroes I have yet to find.”

U: 100 years later to this day, countless heroes roam the lands. This is the record of our great adventure. Hero, Urata.

Sa: Battle Master, Sakata.

Shi: Sorceror, Shima.

Sen: Fortune teller, Senra. The four of us join as a party, and go on this great adventure to find the Demon King’s treasure.

U: Even though this is our first go..

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It’s Mothers Day, and like the Mother I am I wanted to give all the Catholics (who are reading) a good ol’ Mothers lecture. I should call it “life lesson” or even “life experience”, because it’s something unfortunately pretty much everyone has to experience to fully understand. It probably seems a little pointless to explain this then, but maybe for the chance that a few of you hear this life advice and don’t make the same mistakes in my faith as I have. Maybe for some of you who are making these mistakes now, or some who are in the middle of this experience, maybe some are coming towards the end as I am.

It’s not a happy story. It’s a terrible one. I don’t know if the ending is happy either-because I’m not dead yet.

I’m going to start at the beginning of my conversion, although it isn’t really the beginning of my experience, but I can’t really start in the middle of my journey to Christ now can I? During my conversion, I longed for Christ in the Eucharist. I sat Mass after Mass, longing for Christ on the pews, watching others receive the Eucharist over and over. I even attended daily Mass, maybe just to feel the hunger even more. The desire was the closest I was to receiving. I watched some Catholics remain seated instead of receiving and I felt sickened, angry even. “They can receive every day if they wanted, but they choose to mortally sin instead, how could they?” Over and over I said to myself,“I’d never sin, I never will. When I receive, I’d rather die then mortally sin.”

At that moment, I meant it, and when I think about how much I hate sinning now, I still mean it. I’d rather die than mortally sin. I remember speaking to a priest once, about how eager I was to receive, and I spoke to him the same way a mother without a child looks at women who don’t appreciate the children they have, “Father, how is it that I want the Eucharist so badly, and I can’t receive, but those who can don’t take it seriously? They would rather sin! I’ll never mortally sin!” It seemed an innocent thought to me, but father was angry, “You are prideful.”

That is all he said. I was confused. At the time, I wondered if he had misunderstood me, I wasn’t trying to make a judgment on others, I was simply expressing my desire for the Eucharist and my desire to never sever my relationship with Christ. Now I know, he fully understood me, and he was right. I laid in bed at night often after saying the rosary (for the 3rd time that day), and listened to father say those words in my head, “You are prideful.”

“I need more graces!” I thought. That will solve the pride problem. All the prayers. All the Masses. All the Rosaries, all the good deeds and the loving words. I did my work with love and joy in my heart and truly did I abandon myself to Christ, but those words still haunted me.

I prayed the abandonment prayer, and I felt God calling me to do and say things I would have felt afraid to do before. Things that I know Christ was using me and my life for others. Things that I only thanked God for and things that I only gave glory to Him for. I felt nothing for compliments I received, I only thanked God and gave him Glory.

I even forgot the sinner I once was.

When it was time to receive the sacraments, I received them beside death, and I would have joyfully welcomed death because of my closeness to Christ at the time. I felt no fear, no suffering that did not also bring me joy an gratefulness. I lived and breathed the graces and could have lived off them alone. I only thought of Christ before I spoke, not of myself, I only sought the will of God, not my wants or needs. My period of conversion was a dream and even while I lived in this beautiful and grace-filled time I knew this period of conversion would come to an end. I had been warned. “Not me,” I thought, “if I pray these rosary’s, attend as many Masses as humanly possibly, avoid mortal sin, confess weekly, then I can sustain these graces and this closeness to God for the rest of my life.”

At night, as silly as it seems to say (and probably to read) I could hear and feel the temptations of demons. I would laugh at them, faithfully wearing my St. Benedict metal, and yelling in the dark, “Be gone demon, I’m a daughter of Christ!” I would laugh at his tricks, and his stupidity, or so I thought.

Then slowly, the demon began to terrorize my children. My daughter came to me screaming nightly about the devil who had reached out his hands for her and said, “Come to me!” But in her words, “the hands of God held the devil back.” This was my child who had a very rational and non-imaginative mind, she rarely dreamed. And now, she dreamed of demons nightly. My son heard voices, he saw a demon run down the hall on hands and feet while he did dishes. I became angry, I called the priest and blessed my house, I prayed the rosary all night-and I mean all night, for weeks. It got worse and worse. I remember thinking, “how dare this demon, HOW DARE HE.”

My children, not my children. I thought about all the times I had heard or seen a demon myself, it was always when the demon seemed desperate. When you can’t see them, that’s when their temptations are working, they don’t have a need to reveal themselves.

I threw myself into the fire. Yes, the spiritual fire, hell, I separated myself from God falling into the demons final temptation, “When you mortally sin, we remain hidden. We remain hidden from you…and from your children.”

I would like to say this was the first of my mortal sins, but it started with the feeling of being abandoned, by my parish, by my friends, my family. I stopped listening to God, and I remember thinking, “It’s stupid to believe that God can speak to me. It has to be some sort of demon trying to get me to feel pride.”

And I prayed for humility.

I think, I was half right. Wrong that God couldn’t speak to me, wrong that God wasn’t able to use me, a miserable sinner, but right that I was undeserving, and right that I felt pride.

It wasn’t the temptations on my children, the demons, the abandonment, it was my pride. All along. You see, we think pride looks like confidence, and it isn’t the same. It’s not appreciation for your beauty-which in desperation to rid myself in pride I cut off all my hair-it is something sneaky, something that creeps into the heart of those who are the most devout. It is more than a feeling or a thought about the sins of others, it is not so simple as to believe that you can do something without Christ, it is the belief that you can keep yourself from mortal sin without the graces of Christ. What keeps you from sin, is not your amazing and well formed conscience, it is not your Catholic upbringing, or the clothes you wear or the people that you hang out with-all though these all contribute to a life in Christ. It is the graces and nothing but.

When you are confident that you will never sin, you forget that the graces of God are given as a gift, and gifts are not expected, they are not demanded. Sometimes you do not receive the gifts, and when you are in battle you believe you have prepared yourself with your weapons, but you come to the end of the field to face the demons you find that you are battling with bare hands and your arms, your weapons, your army, are just a bunch of glass mirrors.

The thing about pride is, the only solution to pride is to be drug down to the pit of your faith by Satan himself, where you will find out just how far you can climb out of your muddy hole without Christ, how far you can make it. Alone. And that’s where I was for 3 years, alone. I could not feel the peace of Christ with me, I could not feel the love and joy, I could not understand why I kept digging deeper into sin, closer and closer into the pits of hell. I, months ago, asked God in tears after sinning, “why didn’t you take me when I was close to you, when I felt graces and love and joy, why didn’t you take me then when my body was close to death but my soul so close to life?” I walked in and out of the death of my soul and I wondered how I would escape this darkness, this torment that I gave to myself. I felt unworthy to speak of Christ, unworthy to pray, I thought about deleting my blog, who was I to help others with their path to Christ when I’m such a sinner? Who was I?

I even covered the eyes of Mother Mary in my home when I walked by, instead of kissing her hands.

Praying felt like scratching an old wound, I’m not sure if I felt despair, certainly I wondered if someone like me could be saved, could stop sinning, could detach myself from sin again.

The good news, is I can see the light from my pit now, and the for the first time in a long time I felt God close to me, I can see now who I am truly, who I am without him. I’m not sure if I will find myself in the love and joy I once experienced, I dream about it often, although I know that the maturing of my faith will look much different than the honeymoon. If only I could warn others about pride, about the belief that you would never, could never, will never sin or separate yourself from Christ-graces are a gift, so do not forget. Pray that God keeps you from sin, pray that he forgives your sins, and pray you forgive yourself. I am afraid of who I am without Christ. I do not want you to suffer as I did. I do not want you to fall into the sin of pride as I did.

Like a mother who warns their child to wear shoes so they don’t step on glass, where a helmet when they ride their bike, look both ways, say “no”, I warn you to take a look at yourself and know who you are with and without Christ (if you think your the same, may God have mercy). Your list of Masses you’ve attended, Rosaries you’ve prayed, defense of the faith, they mean very little, because all good you’ve ever done IS. NOT. YOU.

The first thing and the last thing to remember, is that I am a sinner.

If you do not hear my warning, and you find yourself in the hideous darkness I experienced, at least find comfort in the fact that I suffered in the dark for 3 years, and all suffering comes to an end. Christ will make good of it, Im certain.


“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”― Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

Photography by Mira Nedyalkova

The other man ~ Part five

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A/N ~ Just a quick one, this one picks up a couple of days after the alley way.

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Kwon Jiyong X Reader X Choi Seung hyun

Rated ~ Smut/Angst/Fluff

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“Ji, please” you begged trying to get free of his hold.

“No, you can’t leave” he answered with a pout as he wrapped you tighter in his arms, he wrapped his legs around yours for extra effect.

“Seriously, how am I not squashing you right now?” you asked looking up at him, he had you laying on top of him, a grin formed on his lips as he returned your gaze.

“Stop trying to distract me, you’re not going anywhere”

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But scripture burns holy
between our bodies and I know,
any hell would be heaven if I went for you.
—  I love you more than god and maybe that means you’re divine, maybe it means I’m not | p.d (via phi dean vulpe)
“The Hour Dylann Roof Sat in the Church,” Denice Frohman


By now, you know their names, their cheekbones—
the tender hands they offered when you walked in.

You know the quivering strength of prayer and the art of making God listen.
How faith can summon weary backbones into pyramids.

And you know that grace still lives in a church that’s had to rebuild itself before—
a church that’s cleaned more blood off the walls than you have ever fantasized of.

That is to say, you’re not the first white boy to feel
small and create chaos in someone else’s home.  

This church is old – much older than you,
wears the audacity of freshly coated white paint

as if to say any ill that smudges
us will be for all to see.

Did you hear the echoes when you walked in? Did you feel the pastor soothe
the trepidatious voices of ghosts burnt and hung in the name of better days?

So they opened their song for you – shared in head nod and bible verse –
not knowing they let in what they spent so much time praying out

tucked away nearly 400 years of lessons on what it means
to let a white man get too close.

All the bullets in all the world belong to them, yet doors softened for you—
what an unearned miracle.

Do you know what it means to welcome a familiar terror and hope it got enough god
on it this time to leave you be? Is there some word greater than “noble”?

Your predecessors hid their faces, threw Molotov cocktails from afar
but your ugly is the kind that gets to know what it’s about to kill.

In that hour, were you studying them like elk?
Were you surprised when they prayed for you, even as you preyed on them?

Did they greet you with too many, come on ins?
Did you imagine abandoned prayers?

Did your teeth clench when they said, God forgives you?
Did your jaw tighten when they said, Bless your heart?

Did their soft voices almost provoke
the rage out of you?

Did you wonder how the hell they were still
standing? Why god hadn’t made good on the fire next time?

Did your skin itch when the congregation
said your name like it was worth keeping?

Did you look at their hands? The folds of their skin?
Did you panic then?

Did you forget who the animal was?
Did you leave hoofed, and grunting with a new tail?

Did the gun begin to rattle?
Did the heavy metal fever and sweat?

Did the script get hazy?
Did you forget your lines?

Is that when you almost walked out?

How many crosses did you have to burn
in your head to remember what you came for?

How many names did you have
to unlearn?


Did your hands turn black after you threw your gun down? Did the bullets pull themselves
out of their skin, and chase you out? Is that why you ran, boy?

Why you could stay for bible study, but not to see what music god
still offers the dead to keep them warm?

Did you hear your father say, good job son? Did you hear America say, good job son?
Did you hear every history textbook write your name?

Did you wink at the police when they searched your pockets? Did you say, hey, brother?
Did they say, hey, back?

When you realized they were enjoying you, was it then that you shot them all?
Was it then that you could not say you enjoyed them too?

When you see God, will he tell you how bad you smell?
Will you say you already know?

A stench like this isn’t made overnight,
takes a whole lot of hands
and much longer than an hour.

Starklings superhero headcanons
  • Robb’s powers manifest first, and dramatically - he has splitting headaches for a week and then suddenly, inexplicably turns into a direwolf at the dinner table
  • (Grey Wind is not impressed)
  • Jon is less than three months later, and with significantly less fanfare
  • He’s pyrokinetic and cyrokinetic
  • There’s a cyromage in every generation of Starks, and Catelyn is pissed, because it should be her trueborn Stark son spilling ice from his fingertips (Ned reminds her firmly that turning into a direwolf is a perfectly Stark-like power)
  • The pair of them and Theon (energy manipulator, with the easy arrogance that goes with that power set) run around Winterfell for a while stopping petty crimes and getting into a ton of trouble
  • “You can’t call yourself Kraken, Theon, that’s so lame” “You call yourself Direwolf” “I turn into a direwolf”
  • Jon goes by Elemental
  • They get caught eventually, because gods know none of them are masters of subtlety, and Ned wants to let them stew in jail for a while for being idiots but eventually bails them out
  • The Stark kids are firmly banned from any and all vigilante activity
  • Sansa’s an empath and she hates it - they hire a therapist specializing in mutants who calls her an empathic mirror. She mimics the emotions of the people around her and it’s hard as hell to control
  • She won’t learn for years that she can manipulate other people’s emotions as well
  • Arya’s a shapeshifter as well, but changes faces instead of forms
  • For a while she has to concentrate constantly just to keep her own shape, but she’ll be good at it eventually - years in the future she’ll entertain the next generation of Starklings with a new level of impersonations
  • Bran’s probably the most powerful, but the least in control. He’s precognitive and retrocognitive, but he can’t control what he sees (at least not yet)
  • They won’t learn it for a while, but he has the potential to be a reality warper as well, the most powerful since Brynden Rivers
  • It’s Rickon (super strength and invulnerability) who decides to follow in his big brothers’ footsteps and start superheroing around again
  • If Rickon is doing it, then Bran is doing it, and if Bran is doing it, then so is Arya (they go by Wildling, Greenseer, and Huntress, respectively)
  • They actually manage to be less subtle than their brothers, and have a tendency to spraypaint “THE NORTH REMEMBERS” on the nearest wall every time they stop a crime (Bran has a flair for the dramatic and Rickon has a flair for spraypaint)
  • They’re fooling nobody, especially Ned
  • Robb is a Responsible Adult, but Jon laughs and tells them all the best hideouts in Winterfell
  • Bran works comms most of the time (his powers aren’t great in a fight). Sansa will join him eventually, as Lark
  • Rickon and Arya are a hell of a team, and the local police want to hate them, but honestly it’s so much less paperwork when you don’t actually have to stop the robbery yourself so they don’t try all that hard to catch them