impact of gods

today there was a kid who was playing at the school piano so beautifully that i left my desk to surreptitiously approach him for a better listen. i gathered my courage and asked him for the song he was playing, and when i told him i came out of my office to listen to him, his face just lit up completely. i’m now back in the office and fighting tears, because he thanked me with a smile so genuine and he hasn’t stopped playing for half an hour now, just one song after another, for me.

Disaster movie Fitzsimmons! People seemed to like the visual idea of Fitz on a motorbike from one of the later chapters of my Deep Impact AU fic, so I decided to draw it. This was an interesting and unique challenge for me, and definitely something I couldn’t have done a year ago, without the resources I have available to me now. Hope you guys like it!

The Universe We Hold Inside


If you're reading this, I want you to know that Jesus loves you and so do I. You are loved simply because you are live and breathe. It doesn't matter your skin color, your sexual orientation, your political affiliation, you are loved. It also doesn't matter if you believe in Jesus or not, I still greatly value your existence. Never forget that you are loved and that you are making an impact in this world. Even if you don't realize that you're making a difference, the world would not be the same if you were not in it. Someone loves you, even if you don't think so. Don't you know? You got me and Jesus.

God’s goodness impacts us, and it is coming. I know the dark seems endless and the pain seems continual. But our storm sets the stage for the calm. Jesus could have never said “Peace be still” and the disciples would have never been so impacted by the peace of God if at first there wasn’t a storm. If the storm would have never raged- then there would have been no stage. Purpose. There is so much purpose in your pain. Feel His power and His love this Sunday morning. Be renewed by His goodness.

No Kissing

(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)

Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house.  She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening.  Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight.  Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner.  (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.)  But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.

She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room.  Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.  

Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed.  “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.

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#I happen to think the Muldoon scene was to illustrate that Silver knows what it’s like to lose people#and it was a callback to his past#because Muldoon says something to the effect of ‘everyone you’ve lost is their waiting for you on the other side’ or whatever#can’t remember the actual quote only the sentiment#and silver makes this face like fuck you bro fight me for reminding me

Yes to all of this, esp the bit about Silver past. Maybe it also ties into his being abused as a child as Luke Arnold hinted at.

…and in addition I also think in retrospect it shows us how devastated he’ll be when he eventually looses Flint, because if he’s this upset over just a friend–i.e., is capable of being that vulnerable contrary to how we’ve seen him up to this point–you know it’s gonna be bad when he looses someone he loves (and obviously we see his relationship w/Flint develop into friendship by the end of the same season and etc, etc)

anonymous asked:

[alien]: oh so you guys are the most successful species on your planet then?? [matt, thinking about beetles]: actually,

same tbh??

matt: [thinking about how horseshoe crabs have existed with minimal evolution for hundreds of millions of years while barely impacting the environment] god i wish that were us

greensocker  asked:

Hello! I would just like to say I really like your style of writing. This blog has quickly become one of the ones I check regularly, if only to re-read posts. Oh, and I especially like your interpretations of UT!Papyrus and US!Sans, since I usually see them written in a way that does not fully capture what made Papyrus my absolute favorite character in the first place. So, ramble ramble, I'm a fan. ovo

this seriously made my night. <3 i go through deep bouts of doubting myself and my writing (as i think a lot of writers/creators do), and was in the middle of another one of those… so truly, truly thank you so much for your sweet comment. i’m so, so happy to hear that you like my writing, and to the point of being interested in rereading what i’ve done!

and i’m especially happy to hear that you like the way i do UT Pap and US Sans - i try to do right by the original Papyrus (which is how i translate it to US Sans, of course), and i’m always excited when i hear that someone else likes my interpretation. i definitely understand what you mean about wanting to read more of that kind of Papyrus, the kind that at least comes mildly close to the one in Undertale that stole our hearts.

so… here’s just a silly little drabble for you in thanks, with a little UT Pap x Reader silliness. :)

You knew you had the music turned up a little too loud, but with it being the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday you felt you could let yourself get away with it. It wasn’t anything disruptive, in any case - after all, you worked in a small boutique tea shop. The atmosphere wasn’t what one would immediately describe as ‘lively’.

But hey - it paid pretty well, the owner was sweet, and you got to be around the wonderful smell of a staggering variety of teas.

So you hummed along to the relaxing song that you had going currently, reaching up on tip toe on your stepladder to dust the higher shelves. With everything stocked, reorganized, deep-cleaned, and more, there wasn’t much else to do, provided you didn’t accidentally make a mess yourself.


You screamed as you startled, instinctively twisting to look towards the booming voice - which you immediately realized was a terrible decision, resulting in your weight shifting so that you were pulled off balance, causing the stepladder to tip over and send you falling towards the floor. You clenched your eyes shut as you prepared for the painful impact-


You were caught in an unyielding and suprisingly gentle pair of arms, which were attached to an equally unyielding body, that had just huffed out with relatively anticlimactic effort as you made impact.

You opened your eyes as you caught up to the fact that no further impact was coming.

“Oh god, thank you, I- skeLETON THAT’S - YOU’RE A- errrr I mean hellllllo, sir-!”

Your recovery was about as smooth as it could be, clearly.

You stared upwards at the face of both your downfall and savior - an incredibly bright, cheerful skeleton. Your face flushed, from both embarrassment and a flurry of not-quite-formed thoughts as you registered how effortlessly this skeleton was holding you, at the placement of his hands near your shoulder and behind your knees as he held you close in an absurdly perfect bridal style.


Your flush deepened.

“I mean - I’m sorry, I wasn’t - um. I didn’t mean to scream,” you managed to say, giving up on correcting him and instead half-remembering that you’re supposed to be an employee. And speaking of which - “Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, you can - you can let me down now, I should be fine to stand!”


Your hands were nearly covering your face, and your palms were close to combusting with the heat coming from your cheeks. Not only could you clearly not be trusted by this sweet, cute skeleton to stand, you - wait, nope, what were those adjectives, stop that right there.


… You had to give him credit, he picked out your words at the lightning speed they flew out of you and immediately righted you and had you standing. You didn’t pull your hands from your face. You weren’t quite sure you ever would, really.

“OKAY, OKAY, YES THERE- I - HUMANS CAN DIE FROM NOT STANDING?? DOES THAT APPLY TO MONSTERS TOO? I MEAN, I MAKE A POINT TO STAND A LOT, I’M QUITE THE EXPERT, BUT I’LL REALLY HAVE TO PASS THAT INFORMATION ON TO SANS, MAYBE THAT’LL GET HIM MOVING A LITTLE FASTER IN THE MORNINGS - OR AFTERNOONS, OR, YOU KNOW, EVER,” the skeleton said. He too was rambling, and to your confusion his cheekbones were glowing a faint orange as he quickly pulled his gloved hands away from you in anxious worry, before reaching out again, pausing, patting the air barely an inch above your shoulder, then fluttering them sort of uselessly.

He inhaled, somehow, then looked away as if catching onto himself. He cleared his throat then, again somehow, and looked to you with a somewhat sheepish tilt to his bright smile.


You nodded quickly - you absolutely were. Too okay, in fact. Despite your inclination to continue protecting the surrounding air from your blush, you lifted your own hands and waved them in front of you insistently.

“Yes, yes, of course! Thank you so much for catching me, I would’ve been having a really hard time otherwise,” you said, laughter bubbling out of you in polite amiability and ongoing embarassment. “I didn’t mean to trouble you like that - please, how can I help you today?”

He brightened at that, the strange glow still glimmering beneath his eyesockets as he straightened a little. “YES, OF COURSE! YOU ARE VERY KIND, HUMAN - I AM IN FACT NEED OF YOUR HELP, YOUR TEA-ORIENTED MASTERY IS IN FACT WHAT I MOST DESIRE! YOU SEE, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS-” He struck a pose at that, a cheesy and yet dashing pose that you could imagine any knight-in-shining-armor ready to strike when ready to charge into danger. You pressed a hand to your mouth, covering a smile that was widening in a very, very genuine way. “-I HAVE BEEN HIRED TO BE A PERSONAL GUARD TO A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE, HIRED BY THEIR FATHER IN FACT, WHO IS SOMEONE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT LIKE TEA. A LOT. TO AN OBSESSIVE LEVEL, REALLY. YOU KNOW, AS HAPPENS. IN ANY CASE, I WANT TO BE A GOOD INFLUENCE AS WELL AS A GOOD GUARD, AND SHOW THAT I REALLY KNOW WHAT IS UP! AND WHAT IS EVEN HIGHER, IF POSSIBLE!”

“Wow, I… really admire that dedication, that’s - you’re amazing, Papyrus,” you said, returning his bright smile. Something about even just his presence was making you happy - but maybe that was his attitude… and confidence. And incredible posing skills.

The glow on his cheeks brightened at your words. He laughed, a sound that filled you further with warmth even as it stuttered as he glanced from side to side. “O-OH, OF COURSE, HUMAN! I AM GREAT, AFTER ALL, AND AMAZING FALLS UNDER THAT SORT OF… GREAT… UMBRELLA! YES.”

His gloved hand went to rub at his vertebrae, and you decided to be merciful. “So! You’d like to learn more about tea, then? And perhaps we could set you up with a few options to bring with you your first day, really show them that you know what’s up with tea?” You offered with a smile, sweeping a hand towards the beautifully full shelves of your store, teeming with variety and potential combinations.

“WOWIE, WOULD I! I KNEW THIS WAS THE RIGHT PLACE TO GO - IT WAS DEFINITELY MY SOUL THAT LED ME HERE! AND MY PHONE. BUT MY SOUL HAPPENED TO DEFINITELY CONFIRM THE VERY HANDY HINTS PROVIDED BY MY PHONE!” He nodded sagely as his gaze went to the shelves. He then turned his attention back to you, his expression lighting up once more, tinged with a mischievous excitement. The next moment he was bowing ostentatiously, and he looked up from it to wink at you… audibly. “LEAD THE WAY, TEAMASTER! I AWAIT YOUR LEAFY-WATER WISDOM!”

You couldn’t help the return of your blush as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. He rose with a cheeky tilt to his smile, a twinkle in his eye telling you that he wasn’t entirely unaware of what he was doing.

Your mind made up, you reached out and slipped your hand into his and tugged him further along the closest wall. “Alright then, Great Papyrus,” you said, looking back at his orange-dusted beaming face with a mischievous smile of your own. “Let’s see if you’re ready for the great secrets of tea.”

god i cant believe i used to think steven universe was a huge step up from homestuck and itd be the thing to finally pull me out of it and get me into something good for once but now looking back homestuck is fucking LEAGUES better than su especialky in terms of characterization, visuals and the fucking EMOTIONAL IMPACT like god. good job su all u did was drive me even further into homestucks arms 

porcelainmystery  asked:

Straying Chocohoe: blog= created with an email address I forgot about until now. Anyway, I need to gather all my black friends so we can plan to go see the Black Panther movie when it comes out... I suddenly remembered that I actually don't have that many black friends and that my family calls me the Oreo...well then. No shame in watching t by myself... and there go the feels.

Man. It’s tough being the only sista around to partake in the full glory that will be Black Panther when it hits. I mean, I’ll be in the same boat (only I’ll be taking my bf because he loves the Black Panther too… but he’s white so I hope he ain’t gonna be too uncomfortable on premiere day when our folks get too hype in the movie theatre LOLOL), and idc…

… but sometimes I imagine what it would be like if I had my friends from the D with me to go with, as well. TOO TURNT, THAT’S WHAT

So when you go see the movie, picture me sitting next to you hogging the popcorn and yelling incoherently about how I’m so gonna bust it wide open for T'Challa.


What’s this about your new blog created? Writing blog, right? SIS LAY IT ON MEEEHH (unless you already did and it’s buried under a shitton of notifications, and if that’s the case I’m SO SORRY I’M TERRIBLE AT KEEPING UP SOMETIMES)

We become as big or as small as the objects of our love. When the horizon out of which I am living is God, there is room to breathe. When it is less than God, the world becomes suffocating.
—  Iain Matthew, The Impact of God
For A Good Time, Call: Mr. Existential (by heungtanbts)

gahhhh finally posting the first oneshot for the BTS collab series i’m doing with @4msg​, sugasmut, @zeurin and hyacinth-ink! If you don’t know about this tag team collab we’re doing, please read more about it here to see if you’d be interested in reading this ongoing series. please do read that intro post before reading our oneshots! ALSO huge thank you to hyacinth-ink for inspiring the direction of this prompt with her recent oneshot that killed me UGH. and for listening to me rant hehe. thanks for reading and I hope you guys enjoyyy :) 

For A Good Time, Call: Mr. Existential (Namjoon x Reader)

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