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anonymous asked:

How do you know that homosexuality itself is a sin and it wasn't just a sin back then because homosexuals weren't allowed to marry so all homosexual sex was outside of marriage

Hi friend,

Here is an article on what the Bible says about homosexuality. 

Forgive me for not going into further depth on this. I’ve been asked this question many times. (Feel free to search my blog for more on what I’ve written on this topic.)

All my love,


Red Lipstick in the Kitchen

Prompt fill for @jilljennings10. Sorry it took so long!!

21. 3:28am
85. Red lipstick

Not betaed. Read at your own risk :-)


Kara awoke with a start. The sound of loud knocking echoed in her alien ears. Rolling over, she checked the clock. 3:28 am. She rushed out of bed, fumbling to get her glasses on as she came out into the living area.

The knocking continued as Kara threw open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight before her. Cat Grant. Cat Grant in a black dress, slit up to her thigh. Cat Grant in a black dress, slit up to her thigh, wearing impeccably applied red lipstick. She was leaning against the door frame, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Kara realized she was gawking and snapped her mouth shut. “Uh, uh, Ms. Grant,” she stuttered, “I, uh, I thought you had the gala tonight.”

Cat pushed off the doorframe and stepped into Kara’s space. Kara quickly stepped back, intimidated. Once she was inside the apartment, Cat closed the door and reclined against it, holding the knob.

“I did,” Cat responded. “But the gala’s over and I don’t want to go home.”

Kara’s sensitive olfactory nerves picked up the faint scent of bourbon and she quickly asked, “Have you been drinking, Ms. Grant?”

“Of course I’ve been drinking.”

Cat stood up straight and Kara stiffened. Slowly walking an imaginary tight rope, Cat began stalking toward Kara. The young superhero swore she felt all the strength drain from her body at the seductive look in Cat’s eyes. Cat was always beautiful, but right now all Kara could think was that she looked so, so sexy.

The closer Cat came, the more Kara tried to back up. She felt the small of her back hit the kitchen counter and she knew she was out of places to run. She’d never been more captivated and more afraid in her whole life.

A second later, Cat’s body was brushing against hers and Kara’s head started swimming as Cat’s breath puffed lightly against her face. Slight arms came to Kara’s sides, slipping around to grasp the counter behind Kara, pinning her in place.

They were so close together and their gazes locked. Despite the alcohol, Cat’s eyes were bright and clear and completely focused on Kara. If either one of them moved only a few inches, their lips would surely touch.

“Ms. Grant,” Kara whispered, “what are you doing?” Kara’s eyes closed and all she could feel was Cat, all she could smell was Cat, and all she could hear was Cat.

While her eyes were still closed, the softest lips ghosted across her jaw line. Kara inhaled sharply at the gentle contact. Then Cat’s nose nuzzled the shell of her ear and Kara unconsciously leaned into the touch.

“Cat…” Kara tried to get more words out, but the tingles pulsing through her prevented her from talking.

The other woman spoke in a voice low with seduction. “Tell me you haven’t wanted this and I’ll walk back out that door.” Her lips pressed to the spot just under the hinge of Kara’s jaw and Kara adjusted to give her free access.

“You know I can’t say that,” Kara whispered, unable to open her eyes.

Then Cat’s hands left the counter top and lifted to rest on either side of Kara’s ribcage and she placed agonizingly slow kisses at Kara’s neck.

Cat’s breath was on Kara’s mouth. “No more lies.” She reached up and easily pulled Kara’s glasses from her face. At that, Kara forced her eyes open in time to watch Cat toss the glasses aside and they slid across the counter. Their eyes met and Cat said, “No more games.”

Before Kara had a chance to respond, Cat pressed a passionate and wanting kiss to her mouth. Kara had always imagined their first kiss as slow and soft, but this was better than anything she had fantasized about. She wrapped her arms around Cat’s waist and pulled her close until not even the air separated them.

They kissed with open mouths and pushing tongues, quickly getting lost. Kara’s hands moved over the skin exposed by the backless dress Cat was wearing. Cat fanned her fingers over Kara’s torso under her shirt and the closeness was intoxicating.

Kara tore her mouth from Cat’s and moved to suck lightly at her neck. Pressing her tongue to Cat’s pulse point, Kara felt how hard the woman’s heart was beating.

A soft, “Kara,” escaped Cat’s lips and she shifted her hands from under Kara’s clothes to around her strong shoulders.

Kara came to bring their mouths back together. They kissed hard and deep, months, even years of suppressed desire coming to the surface.

The roughness soon gave way to tenderness as the two women began peppering one another with sweet kisses. Foreheads touching together, Cat brought her fingers to splay over Kara’s cheeks. Kara’s hands stayed on Cat’s hips.

Kara pulled back to look at her. She was gorgeous with swollen lips and smudged lipstick. Kara reached up to run her thumb just under Cat’s bottom lip, removing part of the smudging. She smiled slowly at Cat, who smiled slowly back.

Kara quietly asked her, “Do you want me to take you home?”

“I told you, I don’t wanna go home.” Cat kissed Kara’s mouth again, lingering there. They stood in Kara’s kitchen, holding one another close.

“You’ve been drinking,” Kara reminded her. “I don’t want you to wake up here and regret it.” Even the thought of Cat wishing she could take this back was heart wrenching to Kara. She’d waited so long for this.

“I’ve been drinking,” Cat drawled. “I’m not drunk.” Another kiss on Kara’s mouth. “And I won’t regret it.” She met Kara’s eyes, her gaze boring into them. “I could never regret it.”

Kara slowly nodded. “Okay.” Holding up a finger, she playfully said, “But we’re sleeping.”

“Hmm,” Cat hummed her agreement. “I may be a little unsteady on my feet.”

“I can help with that.” Kara bent down to easily scoop Cat into her arms, cradling her close.

Cat nestled into Kara. “We can kiss some more.” It wasn’t a question and Kara smiled at the playful tone.

Kara took her time walking back to her bedroom. She loved the feeling of holding Cat like this.

As she used her foot to close the door behind her, she laughed as Cat quietly jested, “My hero.”


I can’t believe I’d ever make it to this point, but a few weeks ago I hit an enormous landmark….

(pic source-bunnygirle)

Thank you all for helping me reach this achievement!!!

It’s incredible to realize how many of you chose to follow me, when at first I expected this to be just a place for me to reblog Saint Seiya stuff in a little corner. I’ve come to know so many wonderful people all over the globe as we connect and bond over the series and so many other things. 

Thank you all so, so much for supporting me, this blog, and my work! I couldn’t have made it this far without you, and you all humble me and make me a better person.

With that being said, I have an announcement to make that I’m extremely proud to announce today- @guyon-gerudo, my new gaming blog!

@guyon-gerudo will be my new home for all things video games/gaming. As I return to hopefully gaming a little more, I’ve decided that if I ever want to spiel a little more on games I’m playing, engage conversations about games, or just post all the random stuff about games i do already on @atomicnightmareshark or here, I’d rather do it in a dedicated location where I can really concentrate my passions in the area. Here’s what you’ll find on this blog if it suits your fancy:

  • Zelda, Pokemon, general Nintendo posts
  • Ramblings on the games I’m playing/like
  • Other humorous posts about games/consoles/systems
  • Video game related fanart from around the tumblars

If you follow atomicnightmareshark for my game posts, then you’ll want to follow @guyon-gerudo since that’s where all those posts will be located from here on out! I don’t know if I’ll be diligent on tagging on this blog since it would take a lot of time, but all my game/gaming related posts will be there! If you want to talk to me about anything concerning that subject, head over there!

Once again, thank you so much for 300+ follows, and I hope you continue to stick around for the continued ride!

thefandomismad  asked:

Could you write a tiny story on that? Angsty to the Max. Del sees color and Vanoss doesn't get it. You don't gotta cause I know you're busy tho

Imma do it super quick 

credit to @orkachii ‘s amazing art 

(post inspiration)


Jonathan was shaking with anticipation, running his hands through his hair until he forced a beanie onto his head. He had to remind himself that this was really happening. No longer would they talk over skype and discord. They would finally meet, and be able to touch. The thought still boggled Jonathan’s mind. 

He checked over his outfit one more time, slipping on his pair of worn out converse and running out of the room as soon as the clock hit 12. 

Jonathan checked the address once again on his phone. He looked up at the small coffee house, smiling to himself because of course Evan would pick this spot. 

Jonathan opened the door, a small bell ringing as he opened the door. Jonathan scanned the people before spotting a familiar mess of black hair and a red (or what Jonathan thought was red) jacket. Jonathan slipped over to the table, sliding into the booth with a smile on his face. 

“Hi, are you here to deliver a pizza? Because I ordered one like 20 minutes ago and honestly your service is shit,” Evan said, making Jonathan let out a bark of laughter. 

“Why would you order a pizza when you’re in a coffee house?” Jonathan laughed and he heard the warm laughs of his friend. They sounded so alive in real life, making Jonathan absolutely glow with happiness. 

They sat there for a while, talking about everything and anything. Before long though, Evan was getting up and saying something about meeting a friend. Jonathan nodded, getting up as well and making some sad excuse to leave too. 

Before Evan could leave, Jonathan pulled him into a close hug. Color exploded before his eyes, reds and greens flooding his vision. Jonathan gasped, pulling back and losing his smile as the color slowly faded. Evan looked at him with a curious gaze in his eye. 

“Do you not…see the color?” 

“What color?”

Post-Requiem Scenario

At the farm house, the boys do a silent vigil over Splinter’s body, waiting for morning to come so they can bury him properly. However, Michelangelo reaches over and checks Splinter’s pulse every few minutes when he thinks nobody’s looking, desperately hoping for one more miracle, still in a fair amount of denial that their father is really gone.
Despite his every attempt at subtlety everyone notices this, but in turn everyone chooses to ignore it and let him do what he needs to.

By the time the sun rises, Michelangelo finally knows for certain that his father isn’t waking back up.
Nobody had ever seen him so cold and quiet before.


This is something that Veruca Crews has been putting together over on Twitter (check out the link to the tweet here: https://twitter.com/TBLR_Redeemers/status/830818541951709185)

I’m not sure if I’ve seen it over on Tumblr yet, so I thought I’d share. 

Memories Of A River

When I was sixteen, I was living with some friends in Sacramento. The four of us went down to the Sacramento River for a swim. We had some beers and a little weed and it was a nice day. We were floating on the river, lost in the ambient buzz our drugs gave us.

I was floating on my back, looking up at a train trestle about eighty feet above, when I noticed a man standing on the edge. I really couldn’t see his face, but I did notice that he appeared to be nervous. He teetered on that edge for another ten or fifteen seconds; then he jumped.

This man hit the water pretty hard. He landed about thirty feet from me and arrowed into the river. I waited for about half a minute before I realized that he was not coming up to the surface. I called out to my friends, who were swimming about forty feet away and told them the man had jumped off the trestle. They came over to check it out.

I upended myself and dove down into the river. I opened my eyes, but the water was murky and my visibility was limited to just a couple feet. I must have gone down around thirty feet or so, but still no sign of the jumper. I was losing air, so I swam back to the surface. My friends were there and they asked me if I found the man. No. I didn’t.

I upended again and dove back down. This time, I saw a dark shape floating a few feet away from me. I swam over and saw the jumper. He appeared to be unconscious. I grabbed this man by his armpits and heaved him up to the surface.

My friends were there, and they helped me pull the man over to the shore. We dragged him up to the riverbank and I saw that he was not breathing.
Myself and my friends had no idea what to do. None of us knew CPR. We were sixteen. It wasn’t taught to any of us. After standing around the jumper for about ten minutes, we realized that the man was dead. His skin had gone a blue color and his partly open eyes were glazed and lifeless.  Another ten minutes went by and it was for sure now that the man who jumped into the river was dead.

This was the first dead body I had ever seen. Later, we found out that the man was a suicide. He was homeless and had no next of kin.

I was writing a passage in my upcoming book. The story takes place during this time, 1976.  This memory came back to me while I was writing and it gave me another window into the turmoil of my life during my teens.

I’m sorry if this seems unrelated to anything. But it was a powerful memory and I felt a need to share it. Writing about this time in my life has been therapeutic. The whole novel I am writing has brought back a lot of good times and friends and having my whole life ahead of me. But it also has brought back memories like this one and I can only watch it unfold in my mind and think how lucky I am to have what I have today.

I had completely forgot about this incident. When I finished reliving it, my first instinct was to share it with my wife. It felt like I was telling her something about myself she didn’t know. Actually, I was. Susan understands that my past before I met her was dark and painful and pretty reckless. So, she listened avidly to my memory. It was pretty scary how it all came back so vividly, as if it only happened yesterday. I guess suppressed memories work that way. When they finally do come to the surface, and especially this one, it feels like being visited by an old friend, one I hadn’t seen in over 40 years.

I should get back to my novel. No telling what else I might dredge up.

@hope-for-olicity @almondblossomme @tdgal1 @louiseblue1 @jbuffyangel @jamyjan @ruwithmeguys @callistawolf @cruzrogue @dmichellewrites

Ok, But Like...

Bitty doing the “My Boyfriend Does My Voice Over” tag on YouTube with Jack narrating him baking a pretty basic pie and Jack still manages to fumble most of it like:

  • “Okay, now I’m just throwing in some…salt?…NO, SUGAR! Sugar! You don’t put salt in pies.“
  • “You’ve got to cut this doughy bit into strips so that you can…weave a basket cover for the pie…I don’t know, it’s called the crust, eh.”
  • “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing…”

And then there’s him just gently chirping Bittle throughout.

  • “I never use pre-canned fruits even though that would save me loads of time and I could actually leave some cherries in the house for Jack to eat…”
  • “Oh I’m dancing now…probably to Beyonce.”
  • “I don’t like these pans I’m using. I complain about them all the time but I think I’m being slick.”

But mostly it’s just him being totally gone on Bitty

  • “That’s not my shirt. That’s Jack’s shirt that he’s been looking for for three weeks…it looks better on me though.”
  • “I think I’ll be really excited that Jack got me the new pan set I’ve been talking about for my birthday…but it’s a surprise.”
  • “I look really good in the light in our kitchen. That’s why Jack has so many pictures of me in here…cause I’m beautiful.”


John Boyega’s only upcoming starring/leading role that he’s booked since starring as the male lead in Star Wars is in a movie that he’s co-producing. He’s literally having to make his own opportunities. Meanwhile, Daisy Ridley, who’d never been in a film before Star Wars, has 3 starring roles booked and is in talks for another. Hollywood is racist trash. 


Different Cartoon styles 2.0!! 

A couple of years ago I drew myself in 10 different cartoon styles
But that is a long time ago, and my looks changed a lot, so I figured that it was time do do a version 2.0 :)

This time I also included one in my own style for comparison ;)

listen if tango is argentinian and whiskey is brazilian and chilean.... listen
  • “when you make empanadas they’re bad” “what?” “i don’t know. they’re just bad.”
  • whiskey realizes that tango’s argentinian, like, day two of orientation. the rest of the team finds out that tango is argentinian because bitty says something about a recipe on pinterest for “south american cookies with caramel in them” and tango fucking falls down the stairs trying to get to the kitchen fast enough
    • “i didn’t……….. think i was talking that loudly”
  • cannot go more than four minutes without making fun of each other’s dialects
    • whiskey’s tango impression doesn’t even involve english, it’s just him yelling “qué HACÉS” and then cackling
  • they can pick out each other’s cursing from opposite ends of the rink
    • whiskey can also pick out tango across the rink because he fucking chants “andrés andrés ANDRÉS” whenever he wants something and no one else pronounces it like that
  • the team thinks they’re stoned all the time because tango brings mate on the bus at 7am and everyone else is like “tango…… isn’t it…….. early….”
    • so many fights about whether you can or cannot put honey in mate
    • listen…. can you imagine the first time they let Eric “Tea Is Just A Way To Wash Sugar Into Your Mouth” Bittle try mate
    • they become known around campus as The Thermos Twins
    • related: tango isn’t that hyper, he is just coming down from the affects of an extremely caffeinated childhood
  • weird but abiding love of latinx tv shows in like, absolutely any form. whenever one of them is sick they’ll hide in their room and watch Ugly Betty for hours
    • “we only fight when our teams play against each other”
      • their teams play against each other in the world cup, the copa america, the copa libertadores, champions league, la liga, the madrid derby, the manchester derby, international friendlies, club friendlies, the olympics (??), THEY FIGHT EVERY WEEK
    • they play FIFA as their teams to recreate certain matches and then if Tango loses he takes it as an insult against the entire country of argentina
      • when they play fifa they pretend that germany as a country does not exist, in the name of peace and continued prosperity
        • ransom tries to play as Bayern one (1) time and they don’t speak to him for a week
    • they are marginally respectful of each other’s national teams
      • marginally.
      • tango refers to a bad loss in the Frozen Four as “getting brazil’d” so whiskey buys a life-size cutout of Claudio Bravo to put in their room
        • “i can’t sleep with that man here. why is he looking at me like that?”
      • whiskey’s favorite petty joke is to complain that tango’s national team never sings along to their own anthem because they’re unpatriotic
        • “CHUPAMELA it’s not MESSI’S fault that it has A SEVEN HOUR LONG MUSICAL INTRO”
        • “kun wouldn’t remember the words anyways [the sound of whiskey being bludgeoned with a pillow]”
  • nursey splashes out for steak for the Haus’ back-to-school barbecue one year and they lose their goddamn fucking minds
  • dex yells at them about proper diet once so they move their standing papas fritas al caballo date to 4 AM on sundays
    • someone finds them and they look so pleased but like………. what the fuck
    • “is that poutine” “no it’s…… fries… a la…. horse?” “W     H     A     T”
  • The Stockpiling of the Goya Products
    • do they know when they’re gonna use eight pounds of dulce de guayaba? no. do they need it? yeah.
  • they have their own little music routine before games but they don’t tell anyone else what they’re playing
    • it’s their seventeen favorite shakira songs followed by Gasolina by Daddy Yankee
    • ransom steals their ipod and reads their playlist but he doesn’t say anything because he thinks it’s Ironic
      • it is not ironic
  • constantly cracking jokes about how the other one has never seen ice before (”they don’t have ice cubes in Miami” “listen, BRAZIL”) but if anyone else tries to get in on their joke they’ll never ever forgive them. it’s theirs.

Me: *aggressively goes through entire YOI tag and likes everything*

Me at Me: You have a problem.