String players, do you ever just…put the wrong finger down? Like you’re playing an arpeggio you’ve played at least 342 times in the last month and you put down a 2 down instead of a 1 and you just need a cringing moment of sweet silence to just appreciate how god awful it sounded? Bc same
You had long since fallen asleep before he came to bed. He had finally broken your habit of staying awake past a decent hour, and now found himself coming to bed later than you.
He was proud of that, of course, a gentle smile on his lips as he came beside you. He slipped into the futon silently, his hand brushing your cheek.
Yen’fay’s head barely touched the pillow beside you, before the sound of the doors sliding open stopped him. Morgan’s quiet sobs caught his attention, and he leaned back up, spotting the flash of white hair just like his.
“Morgan.” He spoke quietly, addressing the boy that wobbled up to your side of the futon. He sniffed loudly, looking up at Yen’fay with tears in his eyes. “My son, what is the matter?”
“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!” None of us want to think that we are wretched. When we compare ourselves with others we think we are somewhat better or okay, we don’t realise how wretched and pitiful we are. When Isaiah saw the LORD Almighty in all His glory, he said, “Woe is me, for I am ruined! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I live among a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.” When he saw the holiness of God, he recognised his own sinfulness. We can never go to God in this sinful state. Today, we have a Savior, Jesus Christ, who died for us. He will save us by His grace and make us righteous, all we have to do is place our faith and trust in Him. Would you ask Him to be your Saviour and Lord?
It’s come to my attention that some people try to defend (Musical) JD and say he’s not a murderer, but “blinded by love”.
I’m sorry, but you’re fucking dumb. JD is a murderer, and here is why:
JD kills Kurt and Ram because they made Veronica cry. Source: “Our Love is God”
JD tries to blow up the entire school because he thinks it’s driving him and Veronica apart. Source “Meant To Be Yours”
JD TRIES TO KILL VERONICA BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T WANT TO KILL PEOPLE ANYMORE. Source: “Meant To Be Yours”
JD was the one who came up with the idea to have Heather C. drink fucking DRAIN CLEANER. And he doesn’t seem bothered AT ALL that she’s dead. He’s only worried about the cops. Source: The fucking movie AND the musical
JD was a murderer the entire time. I don’t care how sweet he sounds in “I Am Damaged” or in “Our Love Is God”. He’s a fucking murderer who should not be defended. I don’t care how big your boner for him is. He is crazy town, he’s coo coo for Cocoa Puffs.
If I met you, I would cordially invite you for a late supper in the grounds of a grand castle, surrounded by a rose garden,laiden with soft fairy lights and candles. A large dark oak table would house 2 long backed chairs and a fine dining set. We would be served a delicately prepared 3 course meal and fine wines. We would tell tales of long forgotten heroes and villains then dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.
// How truly appropriate that is. A cordial invite, would be on black matte with red lettering, or, to keep formal.. white pearl with sharp literature feel. I’d adore to attend. It sounds divine, dreamy, and all in good humor and nature. How hospitable you are for inviting me to such. As drinking the wine would we grand tell of the forgotten, the low moans of the dead Kings and Queens pleading to join as the gallivanting footsteps of the cool and cruel needy be spectres at our heels ? Sharing a dance would be quite grand, under the moonlight, upon the stooling steps of frigid stones warmed only by the veil of moonlight and our steps, truly nostalgic; tragically romantic. And, nothing but of cordially affectionate tidings. How.. adoring, it sounds.
This is a TomTord Smut-Fic… It is stuff about heat and stuff, im sorry if i get some things wrong, i am really sorry, i just really like heat sort of things. THIS FIC CONTAINS SMUT.
Tom was alone in his room, playing Susan boredly on his bed, humming to
its tune. He always enjoyed how calming the Sound it made. A Sweet
scent wafted through his bedroom, making him stop and putting down Susan
and sniffed the air. His Alpha senses pushed through and he drooled a
small bit. ‘Someones in heat…’ He thought but shook his head, he thought that no one was home today. Besides that, this was the scent of an Omega. He knew Edd was an Alpha like him, and Matt was an Omega but he knew that He and Edd had gone out to by Matt a new mirror. He didn’t know what Tord was but he always Assumed he was an Alpha. Tom shook his head and would stand up to follow the scent, it might of been Eduardo, Mark, or Jon, but it smelled like the Omega was inside the house. He walked into the hallway and his head turned towards Tords room and his ‘eyes’ widened, He would of never guessed that Tord was an Omega. He would quietly creep up near the door, placing his ear against the door only to hear light moaning from the Norweign man.
Yeah yeah, He knew, He was an Omega, it wasnt to much of a big deal. Tord belived no one was home today and he was laying on his bed, his ass facing up and towards the door and his face down against a pillow. His arm moving towards his as he pushed his lubed fingers into his hole. He let out a low moan as he pushed it in further. Fuck, a fingers not gonna do it… He needed a Dick. He would lean onto his fingers as he pushed a secound one in, letting out another groan but stiffened as soon as he felt a Cold hand touch his ass. Her jerked away from the hand to stare wide eyed at the eyeless man who had been watching him for who knows long. “ T-Tom! W-What are y-y-you d-doing here?!? “ The Omega Whined, completely embarrassed now. He could now smell the Alpha scent wafting from him. Tom didnt say anything, he had a slightly hungry look on his face. What happened next Tord did not expect, “ Do you… Do you want help? “ The Alpha asked. Tord just stared at Tom “ W-wha?! “ “ Don’t look into it!! “ Tom Growled, And holy shit did that growl Turn him on. The Omega stared at the the ground hesitantly. “ Well?! “ Tom snapped, making the Omega tremble and nod quickly
The Alpha was thrusting his length roughly into the Omega, letting out low, rough grunts. The Omega was screaming in pleasure, Leaning onto his dick and his tongue was lolled out, drooling. Tom Shoved his dick further into Tord as he leaned down to his neck, leaving red hickies along it. Tord was trembling massivley at how large Tom was and he soon felt something growing in his stomach. “ A-Ah! T-Tom! I-im go-going t-to c-cum! “ The Omega whined out loudly and Tom grunted a small bit “ M-me… Too… “ He growled as he thrusted in once more, a warm liquid instantly filling Tord up to the brim and leaking out. Tord let out a Extremly loud moan of Ecstasy as he came all over the bed sheets. Tom kept pounding in, riding his orgasm and would slowly stop, Panting alot. A few minutes later as they recovered from their high, Tom had knotted In Tord. Tord panted a small bit before growling “D-dude, What th-the HELL?! “ Tord Growled as he tried to tear away from Tom but they both winced a small bit. “ Hey! I was j-just helping you! Now move over, we’re gonna be here a while… “
I really want a verse where Jackson is a teenager in high school with a group of other wolves that form a little garage band~ Either that or he’s a starving musician trying to make it big. I just really want the thing. Plus I’ve got a voice claim for him and I’m just hearteyes for days.
P.S: The links start a bit abruptly! Just a word of warning to headphone users or anyone startled by loud-ish music.
That’s the sound of the Earth “singing,” as recorded by the awesomely-named Storm Probe mission — a couple of satellites investigating the famous Van Allen belts, intense radiation zones that surround our planet like a doughnut. The Storm Probes, launched last month, are mapping the density of charged particles.
The whale song is an audio rendering of radio waves captured by the Probes and caused by the two Van Allen belts, inner and outer. You don’t actually hear the audio in space, of course, but the radio waves — known as “chorus” — are for real.