hell-is-filled

lee taemin doesn’t just dance, he creates art. his arms swing softly like the swoop of a brush across a canvas, but also attack with sharpness to add infinitely small details with the precision of only a true artist. he doesn’t just perform; he expresses, breathes, feels, and creates art. he paints..but without color, without a canvas, or brush, or easel…he paints with himself. and while the performance lasts only a few minutes…the picture finds a way to stay with everyone who experiences it. i hope he can see the galleries that we all hold…i hope he knows just how beautiful he is.

“When politics is your god, the real God will allow you to worship there, and He will allow you to rot there. Knowing and following Christ is the way and the answer. If you say you believe that knowing and following Christ is the way and the answer, I have a question that will determine if your belief is mere ascent, base emotion, or authentic salvific faith…

Here’s the question: How much time do you spend on your knees every day in mental prayer, vocal prayer, in supplication for our nation? Don’t be fooled. Hell is filled with people who were willing to do many good things but not the one thing necessary that will save souls and nations. St. Alphonsus Ligouri said, “He who prays shall certainly be saved, he who does not pray shall certainly be damned.And what of a nation that does not bend its knees to the King of Kings?

- Dan Burke

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Qrow leaned against Summer’s grave, curling in on himself as he let out a sob. This was the one place he felt he could let himself cry. He came here whenever he missed her, letting himself let go of all the emotions he’d been keeping in check.

“Sorry, I only visit when I’m upset,” Qrow muttered, wiping at his eyes. “No one ever finds me here.” He took a drink from his flask. “Sorry, you never did like it when I drank, did you?”

He sniffled, letting his head rest against her grave. “I miss you so much, Summer. You-you should be here instead of me.” Guilt welled up inside him. It wasn’t an opinion he often voiced, but something he felt was true regardless. “The girls and Tai, they needed you. Still do. I should have done something, anything.” Qrow desperately wished he could have saved her, even if it had cost him his own life. “My death wouldn’t have been so bad. The girls still would have had a mom and dad. You probably would have just… forgotten about me.”

Summer’s death had hurt them all, and still hurt. If he had died, maybe it would have hurt for a while, but they would have moved on. It would have been better for everyone.

He sniffed, hiding his face in his knees, letting out another sob. “Sometimes I wish I had died instead of you, ya know.”

this is out of nowhere but that last post but oh my god kevin using a series of levers and pulleys to make a fake silhouette party in his home to make robbers think people are there never fails to make me incredibly anxious

like…….. that is absolutely a thing i would always want to do in the house as a kid, like, just create the illusion of hustle and bustle so the house didn’t feel so OLD AND CREEPY

If you put a couple in a room together, those two...

If you put a couple in a room together, those two people, as the only creators in that room, have the power to create a literal heaven between those four walls. So why do so many people create a hell? Let’s simplify and remove one of the people. Even one person, alone in a room will often create a living hell for themselves. They will fill the space with their doubts, fears, addictions, blame, worries and desperation. Have you ever been that person? Being alone will show you who you really are, and if you cannot get-on positively as the sole master of your space in that room alone, then you can absolutely forget about it after you add another person. You had better start practicing being happy when you are alone.

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“Where there had once been nothing was now a metal arm, not unlike the one Edward had once had, aside from it’s more petite and smaller size. He noticed instantly that the flesh on her upper arm was not visible, the support snapped around it in order to connect it to the metal forearm and the plates now embedded in her shoulder,”
- Pressure Point, @the-flame-and-hawks-eye


I recently reread Pressure Point and holy hell I. I am filled with so many darn emotions. Oh goodness.
Also my computer is broken so I can’t draw digitally and it’s killing me. I’m in pain. So hopefully I’ll digitalise this drawing once I get my bby back up and running. But for now have an ol’ messy ‘n quick sketch.

why the hell is the reylo tag filled with pictures of ants and ant killer – and why do people still insist on arguing with people over this ship. it really really kills the fun in shipping this couple. seriously. it does.

What do I do with all the new people that are going to be in the Ghostbusters kin tag soon?

Do I welcome them? Do I flicker the lights on and off menacingly while yelling “Welcome to hell”?

The first one is nicer but the second sounds more like me.

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Metallica ~ Fade to Black ~ ~ ~ ~

Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can’t be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone

No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye

anonymous asked:

oh man, if Monster Jack has a huge cock then it stands to reason that he, like, cums a lot. like A LOT. enough that after he's done and pulled out of Rhys it just oozes out. and there's a reason for that too cause it makes laying the eggs that are definitely going to go into Rhys a lot easier. and Jack would totally get aggressive towards anyone who goes near Rhys while the eggs are in him, he bites a scientist's hand off when said scientist gets to handsy/close to Rhys.

Oh yessss~ You know Jack would cum a hell of a lot, filling Rhys up in all the ways Rhys’ body is craving, knotting him and keeping him full of his huge load.
And ohh yes Jack would get crazy hormonally overprotective over Rhys, snapping at anyone who got too close and obsessively stroking over Rhys’ stomach with a toothy purr