his light shines

I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

by A10A10A10

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

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Aftermath/continuation of this. Because watching a vampire tear into your bf (I think they’re a thing here? maybe??) and thinking he’s dead is a terrible life experience.

Chains and Blindfolds

heyheyhey you can thank @potato-fan-girl  for telling me to write this :)


Keith tugs at his arms, but all that achieves is making his shoulders ache even more.  The Galra sentry yanks at his arms, and Keith grunts.  He can hear Lance yelling, but does he listen?  No.  Why?  Because it’s Keith.  

Lance grunts as he’s thrown against the wall of the cell and Keith can only watch as the Galra pulls Lance forward by his hair and wrap a gross, greenish cloth around his eyes.  Lance tries to turn his head and wiggle out of their hold, but he just manages to get slapped and kicked in the ribs.  Keith tries to run forward, but, again, all that does is make his shoulders hurt even more.  

They throw Keith into the ground as they chain Lance’s hands into the chains hanging from the ceiling.  There’s enough chain for him to sink to the ground with his arms above him, and he does just that.  From his slumped posture, Keith can tell that Lance is lost and very afraid–uncomfortable, even.  His breathing is quick and his head is moving like he’s trying to see.  His hands are limp before him, chained together and useless.  

Keith struggles as they chain him to the chair in the corner of the room.  He can’t figure out why they have him so heavily chained rather than having Lance.  Of course, Keith has been fighting them since they knocked Lance off that ledge he was shooting from and tackled Keith while he was distracted with making sure Lance was okay.  

The Galra leave for who knows how long.  Lance’s hard, panicked breathing is all the fills the silence.  

“Lance,” Keith rasps.  “Lance come over here.”  Lance shakes his head, mumbling.

“I don’t–where?”  Lance replies.  He fumbles around for a second before he’s facing Keith.

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isn’t it funny how dominique’s family is hoping and praying for all harm being done to dominique be revealed and brought to the light and here we are on twitter and tumblr working like HELL to expose paul & co’s wicked ways in that house like this has to be the first time twitter and tumblr has ever worked together let alone see eye to eye on anything like wOW………………god is really using us to shine his light yall

You don’t have to be validated by anyone in order for your gifts and talent to have significance and importance. Even if you don’t feel like you can easily identify where you excel or how God will use you, know that there is someone else out there that you’ve looked at once who feels that way too.

There is likely a writer, a speaker, or a friend that has really made a difference in your life and they have no idea that they’ve had that kind of impact on someone.

You may have been inspired by the words in their Instagram’s photo caption and yet, they would never consider themselves to be a writer. ⠀
You may have been blessed by the way they showed love to you in a difficult time and yet, they struggle with feeling loved or knowing how to love themselves.

You may laughed out loud at something they said that brought you so much unexpected joy and yet, they would never consider themselves to have a great sense of humor.

You may have looked at someone and said, “wow, they’re so beautiful and confident” and yet, they feel insecure about the very things you found worth noting.

No matter now unimportant or unseen you may feel at times, someone else has thought these things about you, and most importantly, God thinks this way about you. In you He sees His child that she wants His light to shine through. In you He sees someone worth saving and giving Eternal Life. That’s why He sent Jesus. So that you could know this to be true:

In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. - Matthew 5:16

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

I can see people's auras... and it's a curse.

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

For me, it’s quite simple. I see a faint light surrounding people. Everyone. And in that light, I can see their morality. The brighter and more translucent the light is, the better the person. The darker and opaquer, the worse. Dim and partly translucent are morally ambiguous. To simplify things, those are the three ways I describe them. Dark equals evil. Bright equals good. Dim equals somewhere in between. It’s strange, I’ve always viewed the people with grey/dim auras as… arbiters. Mediators. The people in between, who aren’t one or the other, and will always have difficult decisions to make.

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Sweet interruption•Shawn Mendes

Originally posted by illumeshawn

A/N: HA, who is totally meant to be doing work right now? Me! But am I? No! Because I wrote this piece of fluff. I swear Shawn isn’t good for my health. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! 

Warnings: N/A 

MASTERLIST - Hey come and check out some of my other mildly average writing!


It was 1:32am when she got the text message. 

Sitting in her bed, earphones plugged into her ears, duvet up to her chin and spot cream lathered into her skin, Shawn had text her. 

The ping of her phone blocked out the sound of ‘Orange is the new black’ and she looked up; the message reading: 

Shawn 

U up? 

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He raised his lantern, the light shining over both of their faces. His hair was long and burnished gold, and his pale blue eyes glinted like ice beneath a winter sun. He looks like a painting, she thought, a Saint wrought in gold leaf on the walls of a church, born to wield a sword of fire.

url edits [3/10] - for @matthiashelvaer