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Who Did You Call!?

Three nights in a row now Keith was woken up in the middle of the night only to find Lance not in bed besides him.
Normally Keith wouldn’t be too worried about this, just whenever he asked Lance about how he slept all he got was a forced smile and a guilty “fine”.
Keith did trust Lance.
He trusted and loved him more then anyone else on this god forsaken planet.
He never even considered his boyfriend could be cheating on him until Lotor showed up.
Lance had once told Keith before they got together that his dream guy was tall, with long hair and is good looking enough to be a model.
A week ago Lotor had moved into the building.
The amazingly tall man with the body of a Greek god and the flowing white hair of a princess.
The super model that only seemed to own booty shorts and not a single shirt.
The guy that left Lance speechless just by winking at him.
Keith knew he was hot headed and tended to jump to conclusions so he tried talking it through with the most rational person he knew.
His brother Shiro.

“He’s been keeping secrets from me and sneaking around at night. I tried talking to him about it but he just won’t talk to me.” Keith whispered into his phone.
Yet again he had woken up only to find the bed empty where Lance should be.
Not knowing what else to do he called Shiro, despite it being 3am he had answered straight away.
“I don’t know what to tell you Keith.” Shiro yawned “if you think he’s cheating on you then you have to confront him, it’s better to apologise for being wrong then finding out he’s been dating guys behind your back.”
Keith nodded “yeah… first thing in the morning I will.”
“You know it’s probably nothing, I’ve never met a more loyal guy then Lance.”
Keith smiled “yeah your right, thanks Shiro.”
“No problem, night”
Keith hung up and settled back down in his pillows when he hears it.
“Hey it’s Lance again. I’m sorry I called you so late but I… I just needed you so much today.”
Keith turned over so he was face down on the pillow to try and hide the face he was crying.
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The next morning Keith could hear Lance making breakfast while he was preparing himself for the confrontation.
Right now there was no doubt in Keith’s mind that Lance was cheating on him. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Keith stormed in on his boyfriend “who the hell were you calling last night?!” He demanded.
Lance jumped up when the door was slammed open “n-no one Keith I swear!” He smiled but looked guilty.


“On come on I heard you’ ‘hey it’s Lance again’ didn’t sound like no one!” Keith snapped grabbing Lance by the collar.
Lance didn’t say anything, his eyes darting to his phone laying on the couch. 
Keith dropped him picking it up, keeping his glare fixed on Lance as he redialled.
The phone rang twice before a woman’s voice came from the other side.


“Suicide hotline.”
Keith stared numbly at Lance as tears began to fall down his tanned cheeks. He hung up and tossed the phone aside.
“I… I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I-”
Lance was cut off by Keith running at him and wrapping his arms around Lance like he could keep him there by pure will power.
“Oh God Lance. I’m so sorry I love you I love you so much! I’m sorry I didn’t realise! I’m sorry I thought the worse!” Keith sobbed as Lance wrapped his arms around the shorter man.
The two sank to the floor on their knees hugging and crying with each other.
“I won’t call them again, just please don’t leave me.” Lance muttered burying his face into Keith’s soft hair just taking a moment to breath in his scent.
Keith looked up at him cupping his cheeks with his hand as he kissed him on the nose.
“I will never leave you. So please don’t leave me. If you need to call them then you fucking call them as long as you tell me as well. Because I love you Lance and I can’t live without you.”
Lance sniffed “I love you too.”
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Of course that didn’t solve everything.
Lance still tried to hide how he really felt at times.
But he had a stable and loving relationship that helped make the bad days not seem so dark.
Keith was his rock and as long as he was there he may just be able to carry on.
For him.

Drop all expectations and ideas. Stop the doing. And just Be. When the movement ceases you will find inner peace. Just stop for a moment and let everything fade away. In stillness you become in tune with the flow, and reveal the True Eternal Self.

caito8o  asked:

How do you bring people to God without telling them that they are going to hell? Or "shoving my religion down their throat?" And how do you deal with people that tried Jesus and still don't believe? I have issues with the way my church discuss these topics so I was wondering if you could bring some clarity. Thank you so much for your help!

Hey dear friend, I speak all this with absolute grace and love for you, and I’d like to go one further.

Hell is not a motivation for faith—but neither is heaven. If a punishment or a prize are the motivations for someone’s journey, then my assumption is that person hasn’t thought very far about why they’re on this journey at all. I’m reminded of that quote from True Detective:  “If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother, that person is a piece of s__.”

If my goal is to “bring people to God,” that actually won’t work either, because we shouldn’t be trying to make it work. I don’t mean to assume your motives, but evangelism isn’t a score-card where we win people by attendance. No one is a project or a charity case. Christians might not think we do this, but it happens in all kinds of unseen ways: we attract people until they’re baptized, and then the pastor stops talking to them. I’ve seen it hundreds of times. God can only naturally flow out of who we are and how we interact with others. God flows from my art, my expression, my patience, my generosity, and what I do with my free time. It’s not primarily a conscious goal to say, “See, this is God!” It was C.S. Lewis who said we can’t try to make good art, but that we make art and it might turn out good. It’s the same way with expressing God to others: it happens or it doesn’t. 

I’m not sure there’s a way to “deal with” people who “tried Jesus and still don’t believe.” That was their choice. There’s no magical formula for this. My guess is that they don’t have ears to hear right now, or that they didn’t get the whole picture, and we each can only be faithful to an accurate picture of who God is (again, without forcing it or keeping score). And what if they did hear everything and still don’t believe? Would even more information suddenly wake them up? No. Only God can do that. I believe God can, and does. I must be faithful in how God is working through me, just as I believe God is faithful in how He is working through them.

People have their personal objections to God and Christianity, and they should be taken seriously. No lecture or lesson is going to break through that, and if it did, then it only takes another lecture or lesson to “un-persuade” someone out of their so-called faith. 

I don’t mean to sound abrasive and I’m sorry that this comes off rather abrupt. I think it’s been way too indoctrinated in us to make “Christian evangelism” into some kind of program, so that we use really strange language to talk about “dealing with people” or “bringing them to God.” These paradigms are hurtful and presume Western methods of transferring information, rather than a holistic, natural, relational interaction between the uniqueness of real, living people. Yes, I do tell people very plainly about Jesus, and at the same time, there are all the things I’m not saying which are just as important, if not more, and simply being available and asking questions and letting others know that I’m ready to talk, any time, and more crucially, ready to listen. 

— J.S.

The impossible

summary: in which anything is possible when you’re in love with bucky barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1239

warnings: bucky crying and that’s about it

a/n: i cried multiple times writing this, hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by minmiin1d

James Buchanan Barnes, he was something else, the way he gazed upon you with such light and pure intentions made you sure he must be an angel. In your eyes, a halo was placed over his head like a crown and his smile was as beautiful as a tapestry; in summary Bucky Barnes was a piece of art. He could evoke a plethora of emotions from you, all you had to do was look at him and suddenly a thousand emotions were awoken inside of you. It was as if you couldn’t feel anything until his lips had pressed against yours for the first time,

Bucky felt the same way because he knew in all of his jet-black heart that you were on the one. He loved to say it more often than not and on that typical cool night, he said it to you his voice as sticky and sweet as honey. “Y/N doll, you’re the one,” Bucky said, his fingers running through your hair as his warm lips ghosted over the flesh of your forehead.You hummed in delight at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sinking deeper into Bucky’s loving embrace.

The two of you were laying in bed, New York’s brightly lit skyline outside of your window and shedding light onto a dark night. Your head was resting safely on Bucky’s chest and his metal arm was wrapped securely around your waist drawing the two of you closer together. Bucky would do anything to be as close to you as possible, he would reach into his chest pull out his heart strings and tie them to yours to make your bond as strong as possible.

You didn’t reply to his words sleep dawning on you too soon and Bucky’s warm embrace making you momentarily forget about anything else in the world (nothing else mattered except him and you). 

“Did you hear me babydoll?” Bucky said his lips dropping to the shell of your ear and making you shiver slightly at the contact.

“No, what did you say?” You asked nuzzling against his chest making Bucky let out a chuckle, if you had looked up at that moment you would have seen the affection in his eyes reserved for you and you only.

“I said that you’re the one. You’re the love of my life Y/N.” Bucky said as his metal fingers lazily drew shapes and patterns on your arm before he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Bucky breathed in your scent, letting the smell of your sweet shampoo feel his nostrils – it felt like home.

You smiled against Bucky’s chest at his words and slowly (and tiredly) you lifted your head your eyes meeting his and gazed lovingly at your boyfriend. You reached your hand up cupping his cheek feeling the rough scratch of his stubble against the smoothness of your palm. Bucky leaned into your touch thanking the heavens for allowing him to be even closer to you than he was before.

“Can I tell you something, Bucky?” You asked as you leaned forward pressing a flurry of kisses to his face, listening contently to the sound of Bucky giggling like a schoolgirl as you did so. When you were done Bucky felt himself leaning forward nuzzling his face into your neck and once again breathing in your scent, it was so grounding it made his head hurt and his heart fill with love.

You felt Bucky smile against your neck before he pressed a few kisses to the exposed flesh. “You can tell me anything doll, I’m always here for you,” Bucky said as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot making you let out a soft melodic moan.

“I don’t want anything body else but you. All I could ever want is what I have here right now, the two of us lying in bed and my love for you growing even stronger which I didn’t think was possible. But falling in love with you has lead me to realise that nothing is impossible, even finding your soulmate. You’re the love of my life too Bucky and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You said staring at Bucky through your lashes, Bucky looked down at you and saw one thing and one thing only. Love.It was beautiful. As beautiful as you Bucky was completely sure as his eyes didn’t once leave your form.

His heart had never been full of so much love and affection before, he didn’t know how to respond so he went with his instinct. You felt Bucky’s hands grab your face and gently he pressed his lips onto yours in a kiss for the ages, it was so passionate you felt yourself melting into Bucky’s hold as your lips entangled with one another and Bucky swore at that moment he felt his soul joining to yours.

Bucky had never been surer in his life that you were his everything.It was too much, as the kiss deepened you felt tears wet your cheeks they weren’t your own and when you pulled back you realised they belong to your lover. Bucky was crying softly his head spinning with images of the two of you and all he wanted in that moment was to let the tears fall, he wasn’t ashamed he was proud. Proud that he had found someone who easily breached the walls he had put up, he was proud of himself for opening his heart up and falling deeply in love with you.

“Baby, are you okay?” You asked with concern before you dipped your head and kissed his tears away, the action only made the man before you whimper so tenderly as more tears flowed freely. God, you were the best thing to happen to him.

“It’s just, I love you so much it hurts,”  Bucky replied and before you could respond he was pulling you back into the kiss you just parted ways from, his metal arm sneaking around your waist and pulling you on top of him. You kissed him with hunger as if he was water and you were starved in the desert the sun beating mercilessly against your back.

Bucky didn’t hold back, his love pouring out; oozing out of his lips into yours. No words needed to be said because the sheer passion of the kiss said more than anything else could.You both pulled back breathless and with looks of adoration plastered across your faces. “I love too Bucky, you and your love would the make the heaven’s jealous.” You said breathing heavily against his lips, your words caused his lips to turn upwards into an even larger smile which you were sure wasn’t possible but as you said nothing with Bucky was impossible.

Bucky’s hands went back up to your cheeks the flesh hand caressing your cheeks tenderly as the thumb of his metal hand brushed against the swollen pink of your lips. “I’m nothing without you Y/N,” Bucky said as he pulled you against his chest your ear pressed against his heart and you swore as he spoke and placed a kiss on your forehead that you heard the impossible sound of his heart skipping a beat. But with Bucky anything was possible.

☀  Richie And Beverly Playlist  ☀

Whether you ship them or love their friendship this playlist has a bit of everything! I thought of so many headcanons whilst making this playlist :) There’s a mix of shipper songs, and songs I just think Richie and Bev would listen to. ~Requested by anon ~

Where is My Mind - The pixies
Just What I needed - The Cars
Break My Stride - Matthew Wilder
XTC - Dear God 
Even Flow - Pearl Jam 
How Soon Is Now - The Smiths 
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star 

And lots more! I’ll always be adding to it as well! 

the sweet pan flute the is played by capricorn. she channels her sacred god pan for the secrets of the universe and the music of the spheres. she plays the tune that aligns with the cosmic sound of planetary orbit that has long been revered by indigenous cultures. she inhales the breath of god through the flute, and this was a great source of amusement for pan. before the catholics prayed with ‘our father’, the ancients chanted ‘oh breath’ for they knew that god’s love was accessible through our immediate everythingness. pan preferred the fresh mountain air to the static of civilisation, and at their core the capricorn longs to return to nature, find a tree of wisdom, to conquer that mountain, and just breathe. it’s easy for her to feel suffocated. through pan’s flute she exchanges the flow of god into sounds of space. pan was abandoned by his mother, and it relates to the theme of parents in the capricorns life where in some form abandonment occurs, largely with the father. she frees the musical talents of pan through the flute she plays that tunes a song heard only by the cosmos. this is why they hold her in such high and prestigious regard, capricorn is adored by heaven because all symbolic forces united in loving vibration and preparation for her winter solstice birth

(art: Jasmine Beckett)

BTS’ Spotify Playlists

– Updated 170411 –


Rap Monster’s Heavy Rotations

  • Perth by Bon Iver
  • Déjà vu by TWENTY88
  • Cleanin’ Out My Closet by Eminem
  • Rain by Razah
  • By Your Side - Remastered by Sade
  • About You by xxyyxx
  • Baby Blue by King Krule
  • U-RITE by THEY
  • Really Love by D’Angelo
  • CPU by Raury, RZA
  • Flim by Aphex Twin
  • Swim Good by Frank Ocean
  • One Mic by Nas
  • Karaoke by Drake
  • PRBLMS by 6LACK
  • 143 by Musiq Soulchild
  • My Funny Valentine by Chet Baker
  • High And Dry by Radiohead
  • I Love You by Lido

SUGA’s Hip-Hope Replay

  • N.Y. State of Mind by Nas
  • What You Know - Radio Version by T.I.
  • POWER Album Version (Edited) by Kanye West
  • New God Flow.1 - Album Version (Edited) by Kanye West ft. Pusha T & Ghostface Killah
  • The Way I Am by Eminem
  • Losing Out by Black Milk ft Royce Da 5′9″
  • My Moment by DJ Drama ft. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Jeremih
  • HYFR (Hell Ya F***ing Right) - Album Version (Edited) by Drake ft. Lil Wayne
  • This or That - Prod. by Statik Selektah by Reks, Styles P, Termanology, DJ Corbet, Freeway, Lil Fame of M.O.P. & Attica Bars
  • Ali Bomaye by The Game ft. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross
  • Bugatti by Se Hood ft. Future & Rick Ross
  • Notorious Thugs - Amended, 2014 Remastered Version by The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Work Out by J.Cole

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