part one of the holy trinity

It’s so strange to see this idea people seem to have gotten that fob isn’t emo? I’ve seen posts on the matter, I’ve had real life conversations with younger people about it.

Like I get their image now is changed because they’re older and have a long built reputation, but have you seen their older lyrics? Older music videos? The well documented photo shoots and interviews? Pete’s prolific public persona and blogging? Their fanbase? A HUGE set apart difference that emo bands had from punk was they attracted and embraced a majority female audience.

Yeah they’re part of the holy emo trinity, but above that, they’re one of the founders of the genre and no amount of popularity or sound differences will change that. They are unarguably emo.


Here’s this;


Get to know me

Youtuber Monster Headcanons




Oh my god


Friendship might include


Family Ties

Painful Beauty

Night sky


Having him as a brother would include

Six More Minutes

Civil, please

Bite me

Oh, please


Thirty six hours





Stand out


The one that sings

Lovely boy

When in Rome | Part 2

Dating would include

You’re cute

How odd

If you’re looking for a sign to go to sleep


Worth While

Eye to eye

Just chillin’

Point taken

Count it

My Beauty


Wow, I apologize

Mark, Ethan, Tyler ( MET ) :

Friendship with them would include






Felix, Mark, Jack ( Holy Trinity ) :

Because They Can

Tyler and Ethan:

Listening | Part 2

Tom Holland:

Pick up


Capital F


Dating might include

Peter Parker:


Tony Stark:


Suit and Tie


Being engaged might include

Dating Tony while being younger / Tony being jealous might include

Dating might include

Chris Evans:

Dating might include


Steve Rogers:

Pretty soft





Eyes On Me (Pt. III)

Title: Eyes On Me (Pt. III)

Pairing: Josh/Reader/Tyler

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Name calling, choking, spanking, (the holy trinity of smut if you ask me) There’s also blood but it’s not involved in the sex, so there’s that.  Do with that information what you will.

A/N: Honestly, this was really fun to write.  I thought this was going to be the last part, but it’s definitely not.  I will go for part IV.  I did split up the fic as you shits requested, so part three is just freakishly long.  Like 8k words.  This is only like 4k of them though, I think, I don’t know. ENJOY, and as always, please let me know what you think!  Also, here are the links to part one and two for you lazy motherfuckers.

Here are the links to Parts I and II: 

Eyes On Me (Pt. I) and Eyes On Me (Pt. II)

Your head spun as you walked up to your room that night.  The boys ran sound checks for most of the day and rehearsed nonstop.  The entire process left you with a bitching headache and you were worn out. Not to mention that you’d just cheated on your boyfriend and actually enjoyed it.  How could things fall apart in such a short amount of time?  Conflict raged in your head, and you pressed your fingers to your temples, trying to force it out of your thoughts. 

Upon reaching the hotel room you shared with Josh, you pull in a long breath and dig through your bags to retrieve the key.  Finding it, you try to force it into the slot, but end up wrestling it pathetically, unable to open the door.  With a heaving sigh, you press your forehead against the cool surface, willing it to open.  To your great surprise, you hear the latch click, and try to catch your balance as the door swings inward.  Josh stands on the other side of the door, wearing his briefs.

“I uh, heard you… struggling” he said, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he looks at the room key clutched in your hand. 

 Your mood is instantly lifted, and you fight to suppress the guilt bubbling up in the back of your mind.  He smiles at you, and pulls you into a hug. 

“You look really tired babe, let’s get you into bed.” 

He pulls at your jacket and you let him undress you. Once you’re standing before him in nothing but your underwear, he turns and grabs one of his t-shirts, and pulls the soft material over your head.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper softly, lacing your fingers into his own.

He quirks his eyebrow, looking inquisitively at you, and presses a kiss to your temple.

“You need sleep. I love you.” he mumbles against your hair.

He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you lightly, and you return the hug, pulling him close as a tear rolls down your cheek.  Quickly, you wipe it away and climb into bed, nestling under his arm and burying your face in his chest. 

The next day flies by.  You try your damnedest to avoid speaking to and/or interacting with Tyler.  If you stay away from him, you won’t fuck up anymore than you already have.  That was your reasoning.  Tyler just seemed disinterested in you, which was the antithesis of how he’d been acting the past couple of days.  This peaked your interest, but you (of course) couldn’t act on it because that was the opposite of what you were trying to accomplish.  A scowl found its way onto your face as you brooded.  Even when he ignored you, he still found a way to occupy your thoughts.
This is where Josh found you, scowling and staring off into space, muttering to yourself.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, noting your expression of discontent.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie, quickly.

“Oh. Okay! Well, I was going to go get something to eat with some of the guys, do you wanna come?” 

“Sure I guess.” you follow him to the car, and ride to Chipotle in comfortable silence.

When Josh pulls in to the parking lot, you draw in a sharp breath when you see Tyler in line ordering.  Immediately your brows push together, and the same scowl takes residence on your face.  Josh notices, but doesn’t say anything.
The two of you order, and walk over to sit down at the table with Tyler.  

“I thought you said a couple of the guys were going to be here,” you mutter to Josh, 

“They bailed.  I didn’t think you’d mind if it was just Ty.” he says quietly.

When the two of you reach the table and set your food down, Josh excuses himself to go to the restroom. You sit at the table, fiddling with the burrito bowl sitting in front of you, refusing to raise your eyes and meet his stare.  You can feel it burning into you, but your laser focus is on the food in front of you.\

“How are you?” he asks, almost cautiously.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘how am I?’” you spit, viciously spearing a piece of chicken with your fork.  

You finally bring your eyes up to his, seeing the same intense look on his face.  You couldn’t quite pin what it looks like, his jaw hardens, his eyes go dark, fist clenches, lips press together tightly.  Finally the word comes to you: Restraint.  He’s showing restraint.  You wonder what he wants to do to you, now, when he’s mad.  Your gaze drifts down to his lips, and he shifts in his seat.  You jump from your daze when josh slides into the seat next to you, and the plastic fork flies out of your hand and clatters to the ground, giving you the perfect escape.

“I’m going to get a new fork,” you announce curtly, picking up the offending utensil and hurrying away from the table.  

Upon returning, you take a long drink, and Josh takes the opportunity to speak his mind, while your mouth is full.

“Is there something going on between you guys?” he ventures.

You choke on your drink as you swallow, eyes shooting to Tyler’s.

“You both seem pretty tense” he continues, smiling easily at the two of you.

“I’m all good Josh, thanks for asking” Tyler responded, his tone light.  Tyler.  That piece of shit.  He was so smug.

“I’m okay,” you smile over at him, kicking Tyler under the table.

He winced and looked at you darkly, but you completely disregarded his obvious discontent.

“Okay, just thought I’d ask,” Josh continues, though still confused at the way the two of you were acting.

You fidget in your seat for the rest of the meal, hardly touching your food.  
That night, you practically ran down the hallway of the hotel, you’d ducked out of Josh’s room and headed straight for Tyler’s intending to give him a piece of your mind.  When you reach Tyler’s door, you raise your hand to knock and pause, reconsidering.  After standing outside for a minute like an absolute freak, you let out your breath in a frustrated huff and turn on your heel, walking down the hallway, but step on some dishes and fall to the ground expletives flying out of your mouth at an alarming rate.  The glass from the room service dishes shatters on the floor, and you feel the warmth of the blood oozing out of your foot.  You pull your foot to you, surprised that you weren’t feeling any pain, but soon realize that means it must be deep. You look at the broken glass, trying to form a plan of action, fingers digging into the carpet of the hallway when you hear his door swing open.

“Fuck me,” you mutter under your breath, looking at the floor in utter humiliation. 

“Jesus, you’re bleeding!” he says, no doubt louder than he intended to.  

You look up from your injured foot pull it towards you, trying to staunch the flow of blood with the napkin on the floor next to the glass you’d broken. Glaring up at him, you begin to form a remark, but he’s scooping you into his arms, and carrying you into the room.  He sets you down on the edge of the tub, and wraps one of the towels tightly around your foot squeezing firmly to stop the bleeding.  Finally, the shock of your injury wears off, and tears spring into your eyes as the pain shoots up your leg.  He looks up at you, and sees the tears streaming down your face, and immediately pushes up off his knees to wipe them off of your cheeks, whispering quiet words of encouragement to you.

“I’m just going to look. Okay?” he asks, looking up to you, concern evident in his eyes.

you nod your head around the sobs threatening to tear from your throat at any moment.
He carefully peels the towel away from your foot, ducking his head down to asses the injury.

“It’s okay baby, it’s not even that deep.” his finger skates over the injury, ever so lightly, but still causing you to wince. 

He gets up and rummages around in the cupboards of the bathroom until he finds the first aid kit, and skillfully bandages you, then carrying you to the bed, nestles you into the pillows gently.

“So, uh, why were you outside my door at one in the morning?” he begins, looking over at you,

“I was actually coming over to give you hell.  I had this whole speech planned.” you smile sheepishly,

“Oh yeah?” he breathes, chuckling quietly.  “What were you going to say?”

“Well,” you say pensively, knotting your fingers in your lap and staring at them intently.  “I was going to tell you that you needed to stop fucking with me.  Tell you to stay away from me, and not to ruin what I have with Josh.” you pause, drawing in a deep breath and sigh, “But now that I say that, and hear it out loud, it doesn’t make sense.  I don’t know what I’m doing, Tyler, all I know is that there’s something about you that I can’t get enough of.  Something that pulls me in no matter how I try to rip away.  Even now, I want you.  I can’t fucking stop myself. I’m so weak.” a tear slips from the corner from your eye, which you roughly brush away.  Avoiding his gentle gaze.

“You’re not weak.  You’re a firecracker. You’re impulsive and radiant and I love that about you.  I can’t fucking keep my hands or eyes away from you. Can’t you see this is tearing me apart too? Josh is my best friend. I just can’t help myself… around you..” he rolls his head back against the headboard looking at the ceiling.  You move your hand over and curl it into his. He pulls your hand up to his lips, brushing his lips over your knuckles.  

“Fuck, Tyler,” you mutter, pulling his face to your own, and wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him closer, crushing your lips to his.   

He moans into the kiss, and pulls away, his eyes contain the same dark look as before. Immediately, he attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking and nipping his way down to your collar bone.  He pulls off the oversize t-shirt and groans when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra underneath, running his fingers deftly over your sensitive nipples.  Your back arches into his touch, soft moans falling from your lips as you dig your nails into his back, pulling him closer to you.  You’re wrapped up in the sensation, Tyler settles in between your thighs, spreading you apart, and pulls down your pants careful to miss hitting your injured foot.  He discards the clothing and leans down, his head between your legs, putting his weight on his elbows.  You can feel his breath on your core; it mirrors your own, his chest is heaving, both of you caught up in the moment.

“What do you want,” he asks lowly, breath tickling your center when he speaks.

“I want your tongue” you admit softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” he breathes, eyes digging into your own, his mouth dangerously close to where you most wanted to feel it.

“I want your tongue, Ty, I want to feel you.  Please, baby,” You moan, your hand fisting in the sheets when he finally comes into contact with you, moving his tongue deftly over your clit.  

He hums against you when he tastes you, causing your entire lower half to clench.  You fist your hand in his hair, grinding your hips against his face.  His hands grip your thighs so tightly he’s sure to leave dark bruises.  He drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit.  Feeling your climax begin to build you whine out his name, tugging at his hair.  He moans against you, sliding one of his fingers into you and curling it against the spot he knew would make you moan.  It works, and your back arches off the mattress, your release threatening to rip through your body.  He feels you tightening around him and immediately stops what he’s doing, looking at you while you writhe beneath him.  

You pull at his shirt and pants but he leans back, refusing your advances, still kneeling right between your legs.  You take the opportunity to bring your core against the denim of his jeans desperate for friction.  

“Needy little slut, aren’t you?” he teases, inching away from you and climbing off the bed. 

 He pulls off his shirt, breaking eye contact with you for as little time as possible.  Looking down, he undoes the button of his jeans, pulling off both his jeans and briefs, and rolls on a condom he fished out of his wallet.  When he looks up at you again, he sees your hand inching down, skating above your aching core.  

“Don’t you fucking dare”, he growls, pulling off the rest of his clothing and getting back onto the bed, pushing your legs apart and pinning you down, his fingers closing around your throat, effectively cutting off your airway.  

You moan underneath him, the head of his throbbing cock teasing your entrance.  His eyes are practically black, he leans down sucking and nipping at your neck, you breathe out the last bit of air left in your lungs, straining to inhale.  Just when the outer edges of your vision begin to blur he releases his grip, sinking into you simultaneously.  Your eyes roll back into your head, and you drag in a gasp, choking, but lost in the sensations rolling over your body.  

He pulls out of you, teasing you again before burying himself in you up to the hilt, and setting a punishing rhythm.  You claw at his back, moaning his name loudly, the headboard slamming into the wall behind you.  He buries his head in your neck, sucking at your pulsepoint.  Suddenly, your conscience clicks, and you pull your head away from him.  

“Tyler, no marks,” you manage to gasp.  He pulls back, hand squeezing your waist and moves in you roughly slamming his hips against your skin. 

You push against his chest, and he gets the idea, rolling over to allow you to straddle him and grind your hips down against him.

“You don’t want me to leave marks on you?” he growls, bringing his hand down hard on your backside.  “Oh, I’m leaving marks.  Just not where he can see them.  You’re mine.  You don’t tell me what to fucking do.”  with this, he brings his hand down again, you groan at the sting.  

He rubs his hand over where he hit, and you take the opportunity to slide down onto his length, making sure you come down on him with a satisfying slap of skin.

“Daddy, fuck me just like that.” you moan leaning back to put your hands on his thighs as he pounds into you, and you know he likes what you said.

“Say it again.” he pants into your shoulder, gripping your ass tightly as he pulls you down against him.

“Yeah Daddy, fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, unable to keep it from escaping your lips as he flips you over suddenly, pushing himself into you from behind.  

He continues at the same pace, your name falling from his lips mixed with incoherent words.  You feel his thrusts become sloppier, and the familiar knot begins to form in your stomach.  Feeling your walls tighten around him, he lets out a low moan and presses his hand against your clit, helping to get you off.  You feel your orgasm building and finally release shaking, and grip the bedcovers tightly in your fist.

“I’m gonna come. Oh my God, baby girl, fuck”  He grips your hips, tightly enough to bruise them, and releases into you, panting your name and falling against you, entirely spent.  

Kissing the side of your neck as he rolls to the side breathing heavily, still feeling the effects of his release. 

“I’ve, uh, I should probably go clean up.” you breathe, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.  

You swear when you put your weight on your right foot, pain shooting up your leg.  Tyler watches you gravely from the bed.

“I’ll find you some pain meds so you don’t limp as badly tomorrow he mutters, disposing of the condom, and pulling on his briefs and jeans.  “I’ll be back soon.” he leans over to you kissing the corner of your mouth, pulls on his shirt and leaves the room.  

You shower, feeling the hot water wash over you.  When you climb out of the shower, you survey yourself in the mirror.  Bruises form on your hips, purple and blue.  You turn, and crane your neck to see the welts that pepper your backside. 

 “Fucking control freak.” you mutter, pulling a brush through your hair.\  

Tyler comes back with the medicine after some time, running his hand through his hair as you take them gratefully.  You look at the clock, seeing that it’s close to 3 am and rub your face with your hands.  

“I have to get back to my room, Ty.”

“Okay, walk uh, safely.” he mutters, smiling at you before pulling you into a hug.

“What are we doing,” you mumble into his shoulder,

“I don’t know.  I can’t stop whatever it is.” he replies, pressing his lips into your hair and squeezing you tightly.

You break the embrace, stepping away haltingly because of your injured foot, and pull open the door.  He watches as you leave, you can feel his eyes on your body all the way down the hallway.  It’s only when you turn the corner that you hear the door click shut.

Upon returning quietly to the room you share with Josh, you look at him sleeping in the soft light.  Your eyes roaming his body, lips are slightly parted, he breathes quietly.  You can’t bring yourself to crawl in bed with him.  How can being with Tyler feel so right? He sighs, turning in his sleep.  You limp over to the couch in the corner of the hotel room and curl up, tearing up at the sight of him.  You push your hand up, scrubbing at your nose, willing them to stop.


When we compare Bughead to Stydia and Bellarke we aren’t talking about the slowburn part. Bughead isn’t slowburn we understand. We’re talking about the dynamic between the characters. The partners in crime, the smart ones, the leaders, the sleuthy children in love parts.
These ships are more alike than you may want to admit in actions and behaviors. Just because Bughead didn’t take forever to get together, that doesn’t mean they aren’t beautiful and amazing like Bellarke and Stydia.
Just let us love all three couples and point out similarities when we want to. It doesn’t hurt you at all to let us be happy shipping our ships.


i’ve seen a lot of people mix up certain gods and goddesses with each other and thats totally ok considering that even i, a girl born and raised in a Hindu family, gets shit confused all the time because it’s literally impossible to memorize the millions of gods like there are literally millions literally

SO FIRST UP meet Vishnu

he’s one of the three supreme deities, part of the holy trinity and what not. he’s basically known for being in everything and maintaining the world up to the atomic level and is also in charge of all things good. he’s a real nice guy, super friendly. had three jealous wives but can you blame him i mean it’s not every day you can find such a guy like him.


this guy’s your super chill grandpa. also part of the holy trinity, he basically created the universe and was the first to appear and gives humans creativity and knowledge. he gives advice to everyone and is basically everyone’s…. brah. GET IT HAHAHA i am going to Naraka–


part of the holy trinity he is referred to as the WORLD DESTROYER. and how does he destroy the world? he dances it into fucking oblivion thats fucking how. fear the arts. literally kinda useless without Shakti though but we’ll get to that later.

aside from his whole world annihilation thing he’s a pretty chill guy who meditates all the time. total family man, loves his wife and all. just don’t get him pissed off ya know.


there are literally so many cartoons about this guy that i’ve watched as a kid like he was the biggest little shit alright lemme just say that just think of a spoiled pooh bear except as a little blue human and instead of honey he goes after milk/sweets HE’S ALWAYS HUNGRY I SWEAR EVERY FUCKING STORY IS ABOUT FOOD 

anyways he’s basically revered as the most prettiest– thats right, PRETTIEST – god/avatar of Vishnu. this is why i said it was ok to get these guys mixed up since theyre all fucking blue anyways except for the old guy man Brahma my dude are you sure you gave humans enough creativity 

but yeah most of the stories are about his childhood but then he becomes a prince and every girl wants him so basically he’s our version of Romeo BUT HE STILL ACTS LIKE A ROYAL PRICK HES LIKE THE EPITOME OF “BOYS WILL BE BOYS” he lifts mountains for sport and beats up/plays around with demons for the fun of it like theyre toys or whatever man i have a lot to say about this kid but i’ll stop 

so now that you know about the holy trinity of gods it’s time to learn about the holy trinity of GODDESSES YEAHHH GIRL POWER right under the cut cause shit this post is getting long

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi,Sera,I really love your blog and you:) You’re so nice and your analyses are very logical, I enjoy your blog very much, thank you. I watched 2012 vancon J2 Sunday panel, a fan asked them what character they have empathy with more than they play, I noticed that when Jensen answered Cas, Jared’s face changed, that was very subtle, then Jensen noticed that he explained SAM is the first choice.

So I want to talk about Misha in Js relationship, I think Misha is a PR strategy to promo the show, Jen and M or Jay and M (or dexxxxl whatever) are to satisfy the different fans, but sometimes it’s too intentional and too much over, and that make me uncomfortable. I think J2 are also tired of that, maybe they get along with M not as well as we “KNOW”, even though I don’t have some proofs. And what do you think about this?

Finally, I feel a little sad, Jared could kiss M, Jensen could kiss M, but J2 cant kiss each other in public, fake relationships can be shown without strain, but the real relationship have to be hidden, even I know hiding maybe is protection. And thank you for reading my ask, and excuse my poor English. Have a good weekend bisoussss :)

Hello, dear anon!

Allow me to apologize for taking such a long time with responding to you. I’ve had to ponder on what to say on this subject, seeing as how mentioning Misha seems to always bring negative attention my way. Anyway, this is a relevant topic of conversation considering the nature of my blog, so let’s delve into it!

I think Misha is a PR strategy to promo the show 

Absolutely, my friend. I think this is the case. I don’t think he was brought on for the specific purpose, but the potential must’ve been seen early on. Misha’s ability to talk to the fandom probably affected the choice to keep him and his character as series regulars for so long. I was not a part of the fandom back in season 4, so I can’t say how successfully he drew attention away from the real life relationship of our J’s, but it seems to be working now.

Consider this: season 4 introduced Misha, G and Clif (got promoted) to the SPN family. All of them are distracting the fans from finding out the truth about the J’s. Misha is paired with Jensen in one part of the fandom (encouraged by Misha, probably endorsed by TPTB), Jared is (legally) paired with G and Clif polices (policed? not that much anymore) the fans and oversees that things don’t get too gay when the J’s are out and about together. The holy trinity of bearding, if you will.

I think J2 are also tired of that, maybe they get along with M not as well as we “KNOW”, even though I don’t have some proofs. And what do you think about this? 

Oh gosh, this is where it gets hard. I do detect an annoyed vibe from them occasionally when someone mentions Misha, but I can’t really figure out the dynamics of their relationship. When you watch the Mishalecki panel from last year’s Jib con, everything looks fine, doesn’t it? And Jensen + Misha panels don’t look that bad either. But the things they say about each other can really throw me at times. Like how Misha basically called Jared talentless at this year’s Asylum, for the second time?

Human relationships are more complex than simple like and dislike, though. I’ve read and seen a good many things that speak for Misha being a supportive friend to the J’s and just as many things that speak against it. Perhaps their relationship fluctuates between getting along great and not getting along at all. Do you have that one friend that annoys the living hell out of you and makes you angry, but you forgive them after a while and give them a new chance? Perhaps that’s Misha to the J’s and Jared or Jensen to Misha, who knows? I hope they all get along - working in a friendly enviroment is so important.

And finally, yeah, it’s such a shame how we don’t get to witness the J’s giving each other little pecks on the cheek. Jared did say that he does it “all the time.” I guess they just don’t feel safe enough to show that to us, seeing as how it might be a little too real. I’m sure they could pull it off as a joke, but they don’t seem willing to risk it. I actually made a little post about this a long time ago, here.

Still, we don’t actually need them to kiss in public, do we? There are mountains of suspicious little puzzle pieces that suggest they are a couple, and them not kissing might as well be one of those. Their deep affection to each other is apparent in everything they do.

Oops, this got pretty long, I apologize. Thank you for sending me your support, sweet anon! It means the world to me to know that my words resonate with someone! I hope the rest of your week goes by smoothly!

Originally posted by sammy-shut-ur-cakehole

eyesnotwhys  asked:

Hi! Before I start I have to say you're one of the best advice blogs I've found for this kind of thing. I've been noticing lately that my writing is always very dialogue heavy, and that I seem unable to use anything else to drive the story. Do you have any tips for making stories more balanced?

Aww, thank you <3  I’m really not the best because it took me way too long to answer this (thanks executive dysfunction 👍).  Anyway, here goes…

So most people I know have this problem or the opposite – it depends on what you’re more comfortable with.  Personally, I’m heavier on the description and lighter on dialogue, which presents just as many issues.  The reason for this, I think, is because I’m more comfortable with my own voice (author’s voice) than I am with my characters’ voices.  So if you’re experiencing the opposite problem, I’d ask you how comfortable you feel with your author’s voice.  If you don’t really know what your voice is or how it sounds, that could be your problem right there.

But there are other causes, so I’ll give you a diagnostic checklist.  Ask yourself:

  • Is the setting weaker than the plot and characters?  Many dialogue-heavy stories become that way because the setting is inessential to the story – that’s why most fanfiction is mainly dialogue.  The ideal setting for your story is interactive – even if it’s character-centric or takes place in a dull apartment in the city.  Find a way to include your characters’ surroundings/community in the story.  Otherwise, your story is missing one part of the Holy Trinity (plot, characters, and setting).  And that’s just tragic!
  • Are you in the wrong POV or tense?  A point-of-view that’s too distant from the characters thoughts/feelings/sensations (e.g. Third-Person Omniscient) can trip you up if it doesn’t suit you.  A POV that’s too close to the action (e.g. First-Person) can create an urgency that doesn’t allow time for description.  This effect can also be caused by present-tense stories.  Overall, just examine your POV-tense combo and make sure it’s not holding you back.
  • Could it be a pacing problem?  When a story reaches a climactic moment – especially with action sequences, arguments, flashbacks, etc. – authors tend to lean on auditory storytelling.  Stories seem to move faster when you cut out all the senses except what the character hears.  This is a good tool in moderation; but if you find yourself constantly in this state, your story may be moving too quickly.  On the other hand: if your dialogue is largely used for character development or humor, and not for moving the story forward, your plot is going too slowly.  In this case, consider dropping a subplot or just moving more aggressively.
  • Are your characters doing or just talking about doing?  One of the most agonizing mistakes a writer can make is creating characters who can’t put their money where their mouth is.  They talk about loving the Dream Girl or fighting the Big Bad Villain or Changing Their Life(!) but they wait fifteen chapters just to take the first step.  So make sure your characters are active – that they’re the ones driving the plot forward and not vice-versa.
  • Do you have “stick-figure characters”?  So your plot can be paced well, and your characters can be active, and the setting can be great, but ultimately, there are still going to be dialogue scenes.  Since these scenes are where you’re most comfortable operating, start there.  Keep your characters alive.  That means that when they’re exchanging puns or fighting over the last crepe, they shouldn’t just be doing that.  Use body language.  Have Jacob nervously tap his foot and stare at the salt shaker while he tries to come up with a pun, all the while feeling his crush staring at him impatiently.  Let Erika grab Tori by the wrist and try to elbow her back away from the crepe, because she really wants the crepe.  Conversations may be had on couches in real life, but in fiction, it’s always better to have a discussion on a rolling log.

That’s all I can think of right now!  If you have any more questions, be sure to send them in!  Happy writing :)

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

anonymous asked:

Jesus IS God in most Christian faiths! He is part of the Holy Trinity (the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit), which makes up ONE God. 🤗


And that’s perfectly fine to believe that! That’s what Christianity believes. But in Islam and Judaism, we don’t believe that. We simply believe Allah/G*d to be One Being. And that Jesus/Isa (AS) was not the Son of God, since He has no Son, because associating a Son with Him is a sin for us. 

Folie à Deux Summary:

-Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes:
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
-I Don’t Care:
I really, really, REALLY don’t care.
Badass AF.
-She’s My Winona:
Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Wa aoh oh ooh.
Woah oh oh. The thunder. Woah oh oh. The thunder.Woah oh oh. The thunder
As when I wake up. As when I wake up. Bop bop ba dop. Ba dop op ba dop
-America’s Suitehearts
Pete harassing Patrick. Cute Peterick
-Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet
Loooooong titles. Best thing ever.
Stupid husbands and wedding bands.
-The (Shipped) Gold Standard
I wanna scream from the top of my lungs, but i’m no good at math. Wait…
Get get get get get out now.
-(Coffee’s for Closers)
High School Musical intro.
Coffee is for closers, not for believers.
-What a Catch, Donnie
Okay, I’m not gonna cry this time… FUCK IT, I NEED TISSUES.
Oh look, Andy and Joe in the boat. And… Brendon? What? WAIT. ALSO SPENCER.
Basically we’re all just fucked and I can’t remember.
-Tiffany Blews
Apparently, you’re a little black dress, i’m a piece of art and we’re stuck on a little hot mess.
Wild Lil Wayne appeared.
I’m really into this thing about initials and secrets behind the letters and the dots.
Pharrell Williams was there also.
-20 Dollar Nose Bleed
-West Coast Smoker
Some poetry about suicidal cats.
Good thing that one part of the emo trinity include some references to the actual holy trinity in their songs.

[Muslims] have difficulty understanding Christians when the Christians talk of the Holy Trinity. ‘How can God be the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit? How can he one be three?’ It doesn’t correspond with Semitic theology at all. But it was fine among Europeans. They could understand the Holy Trinity. And Hindus, when they’re first introduced to Christianity, have no issues with it at all because this is quite common in Indo-European, for one god to be many things, for a god to be another god at the same time, for different gods to combine to be a new god. And for a god to be a man. A man-god is very Indo-European. That might be why Christ was so quickly adopted by Europeans in certain parts of Europe because the man-god is an archetype that they’re familiar with.

anonymous asked:

I'm a relatively new Christian and I don't really understand the Holy Spirit. Like what is it and how do I know when I feel it? I'm not sure I have yet. Also I don't think I've heard God speak to me. Am I doing something wrong?

These are SUCH great questions to ask! And the answers are so deep and can be difficult to explain, but I am really going to try my best here. Thank you so much for asking me!

Who He is: So the Holy Spirit is one part of the Trinity. The Bible says in Acts, Romans, and Ephesians that we receive the Holy Spirit at salvation. He is the fulfillment of God’s promise that He would send a helper to us. So, if you are a Christian the Holy Spirit lives inside of you and that can never be taken away. He is Emmanuel, God with us.

What He does: The Holy Spirit has a HUGE role in our lives. There are so many passages in Scripture that speak about the Holy Spirit and what He does, and I encourage you to discover these things for yourself. One day, my best friend and I spent four hours discovering all of the passages about the Holy Spirit in the Bible. Here are few: John 14:15-27, John 16:5-15, Romans 8:1-17, and Galatians 5:15-26. 

  • He is our comforter. He is with us as we walk through our daily lives and comforts us in times of need. 
  • He guides us through life and acts as our counselor
  • He reveals the Scriptures to us. He is the reason why we can read a passage and it can impact us so much because He speaks to us.
  • He intercedes for us and speaks to the Father on our behalf when we have no words. 
  • He convicts us of sin in our lives. 
  • He produces good fruit in our lives when we are in communication with Him, such as kindness, joy, self-control, and the rest of the fruits of the Spirit

There are so many more things that the Holy Spirit does but I ultimately see Him as my helper. The one who is always with me to guide me and lead me down the right path. He is the reason I can have joy in all circumstances. And because He is literally God living IN us, we have so much power in Him like it says in Acts 1:8. Jesus also said in John 14:12 that we can do greater things than He did because the Holy Spirit lives in us. How cool is that???

How you feel it: So, when you feel convicted of sin, or when a worship song lifts your spirits, or when you have joy, or when you pray, the Holy Spirit is there, working in and through you. And you can speak to Him. I ask every day for the Holy Spirit to speak to me today and lead me where I’m supposed to go, and when I have to make a decision, I ask Him to give me peace about what I should choose.

How God speaks: You are definitely not doing anything wrong! It took me so long to understand how God speaks to me, and I believe it can be different for different people. The best and simplest way to put it is to share this story I heard:

A young seven-year-old who grew up in a Christian home always heard her parents talking about how they heard from God. 

She asked,” Daddy, how does God to speak to you? Do you hear Him? Is it a voice?” 

“Not exactly,” he replied. “Do you know how when I call you on the phone, you know it’s me right when I answer? I don’t have to tell you it’s daddy, right? But if a stranger called, they would have to tell you who it was because you wouldn’t know their voice. Well, that’s because you are around me every single day and you can know my voice without seeing me, and it’s the same with God. The more time you spend with Him, the more you will hear His voice.”

So, simply spend time with Him. Pray and read His Word and ask Him to speak to you and He will. You will begin to understand His character and you will know Him more, which will allow you to recognize His voice more. John 14:14 says that we can ask Him for anything. So ask Him for understanding. Ask Him to speak to you. Ask Him and He will give it. 

I am so excited for your journey to finding more and more about God, and I am here if you need anything or are confused about anything. I would love to talk to you more! Hope this helps!


These people have gotten me through so much in life, and they have helped me in more ways then you can imagine. They are here to support us, and we are here to support them - we genuinely all care for eachother. And, You really cannot experience this feeling of love until your part of a fandom, until youve experienced what its like to fall so in love with these people that share their life with you.. until your part of this one big family that we call YouTube.

1 Timothy 2:12
I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet.

It’s hard to talk to an Atheist, a feminist or with someone that hates Christianity in general and not hear them quote this verse as they think Paul is completely prohibiting women from being able to do anything or have any kind of say in the Church.

Many people see this verse as inequality of the sexes in the Church and Christian life. Many think women are therefore completely forbidden to take any part of the spreading of the Gospel, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

Paul’s meaning is clear: women are not to have the role of teaching authority in the church. To be under authority is the principle; not teaching is the application.

Paul is saying that the church should not recognize women as those having authority in the church regarding matters of doctrine and Scriptural interpretation.

Not all speaking or teaching by a woman is necessarily a violation of God’s order of authority in the church. Whatever speaking or teaching is done by a woman must be done in submission to the men God has appointed to lead the church.

1 Corinthians 11:1-12 emphasizes the same principle. Women are to always act under authority in the congregation, demonstrated in Corinthian culture by the wearing of a head covering. Therefore a woman in the Corinthian church could only pray or prophesy if she demonstrated that she was under the leadership of the church, and she demonstrated this by wearing a head covering and by acting consistently with that principle.

1 Corinthians 14:33-35
For God is not a God of disorder but of peace, as in all the meetings of God’s holy people.

Women should be silent during the church meetings. It is not proper for them to speak. They should be submissive, just as the law says. If they have any questions, they should ask their husbands at home, for it is improper for women to speak in church meetings.

The context of this passage, and much of 1 Corinthians, is the order and structure of the church. The Corinthian church was noted for the chaos and lack of order that was rampant in that assembly. It is interesting that no elders or pastors are mentioned, and the prophets were not even exercising control. Everyone was participating with whatever expression they desired “whenever” they desired. This included tongues and prophesying by women who were taking the lead in the services instead of being submissive, as God’s Word makes clear (1 Timothy 2:11-15). Apparently, certain women in the Corinthian church were out of order in disruptively asking questions publicly in the chaotic services. Women may be gifted teachers, but they are not permitted by God “to speak” in such a manner in His churches. In fact, for them to do so is “improper” or “shameful” as 1 Corinthians 11:35 tells us.

The strength of Paul’s wording here makes it challenging to obey this command in today’s society. Since the 1970’s, our culture has rejected the idea that there may be different roles for men and women in the home, in the professional world, or in the church. In this text (among others), the Holy Spirit clearly says there is a difference in roles.

But the cultural challenge must be seen in its true context - not just a struggle between men and women, but as a struggle with the issue of authority in general. Since the 1960’s, there has been a massive change in the way we see and accept authority.

  • Citizens do not have the same respect for government’s authority.
  • Students do not have the same respect for teacher’s authority.
  • Women do not have the same respect for men’s authority.
  • Children do not have the same respect for parental authority.
  • Employees do not have the same respect for their employer’s authority.
  • People do not have the same respect for the police’s authority.
  • Christians no longer have the same respect for church authority.

There are not many who would say that these changes have been good. Generally, people do not feel safer and there is less confidence in the culture. Television and other entertainment get worse and worse. In fact, our society is presently in, and rushing towards, complete anarchy - the state where no authority is accepted, and the only thing that matters is what one wants to do.

It is fair to describe our present moral state as one of anarchy. There is no moral authority in our culture. When it comes to morality, the only thing that matters is what one wants to do. And in a civil sense, many neighborhoods in our nation are given over to anarchy. The government’s authority is not accepted in gang-infested portions of our cities. The only thing that matters is what one wants to do.

We must see the broader attack on authority as a direct Satanic strategy to destroy our society and millions of individual lives. He is accomplishing this with two main attacks. First, the corruption of authority; second, the rejection of authority.

This idea of authority and submission to authority are so important to God that they are part of His very being. The First Person of the Holy Trinity is called the Father; the Second Person of the Holy Trinity is called the Son. Inherent in those titles is a relationship of authority and submission to authority. The Father exercises authority over the Son, and the Son submits to the Father’s authority - and this is in the very nature and being of God. Our failure to exercise Biblical authority, and our failure to submit to Biblical authority, isn’t just wrong and sad - it sins against the very nature of God.

Paul’s focus here is the public worship of the church. God has established a clear chain of authority in both the home and in the church, and in those spheres, God has ordained that men are the “head” - that is, that they have the place of authority and responsibility.

Our culture, having rejected the idea in a difference in role between men and women, now rejects the idea of any difference between men and women. The driving trends in our culture point towards men who are more like women, and women who are more like men. Styles, clothes, perfumes, and all the rest promote this thought.

The Bible is just as specific that there is no general submission of women unto men commanded in society; only in the spheres of the home and in the church. God has not commanded in His word that men have exclusive authority in the areas of politics, business, education, and so on.

It also does not mean that every woman in the church is under the authority of every man in the church. Instead it means that those who lead the church - pastors and ruling elders - must be men, and the women (and others) must respect their authority.

The failure of men to lead in the home and in the church, and to lead in the way Jesus would lead, has been a chief cause of the rejection of male authority - and is inexcusable.

Some feel this recognition and submission to authority is an unbearable burden. They feel that it means, “I have to say that I am inferior, that I am nothing, and I have to recognize this other person as being superior.” Yet inferiority or superiority has nothing to do with this. We remember the relationship between God the Father and God the Son - they are completely equal in their being, but have different roles when it comes to authority.

Some may say that the church cannot work (or cannot work well) unless we go along with the times and put women into positions of spiritual and doctrinal authority in the church. From the standpoint of what works in our culture, they may be right. Yet from the standpoint of pleasing God by doing what He says in His word, they are wrong.

Women can evangelize, talk to people about Christ, be a very crucial part of the Church, they simply cannot be pastors or be in a position of power within the church as commanded in His Word.

Another frequent objection to this interpretation of women in ministry is in relation to women who held positions of leadership in the Bible, specifically Miriam, Deborah, and Huldah in the Old Testament. This objection fails to note some significant factors. First, Deborah was the only female judge among 13 male judges. Huldah was the only female prophet among dozens of male prophets mentioned in the Bible. Miriam’s only connection to leadership was being the sister of Moses and Aaron. The two most prominent women in the times of the Kings were Athaliah and Jezebel—hardly examples of godly female leadership. Most significantly, though, the authority of women in the Old Testament is not relevant to the issue. The book of 1 Timothy and the other Pastoral Epistles present a new paradigm for the church—the body of Christ—and that paradigm involves the authority structure for the church, not for the nation of Israel or any other Old Testament entity.

Similar arguments are made using Priscilla and Phoebe in the New Testament. In Acts 18, Priscilla and Aquila are presented as faithful ministers for Christ. Priscilla’s name is mentioned first, perhaps indicating that she was more “prominent” in ministry than her husband. However, Priscilla is nowhere described as participating in a ministry activity that is in contradiction to 1 Timothy 2:11-14. Priscilla and Aquila brought Apollos into their home and they both discipled him, explaining the Word of God to him more accurately (Acts 18:26).

In Romans 16:1, even if Phoebe is considered a “deaconess” instead of a “servant,” that does not indicate that Phoebe was a teacher in the church. “Able to teach” is given as a qualification for elders, but not deacons (1 Timothy 3:1-13; Titus 1:6-9). Elders/bishops/deacons are described as the “husband of one wife,” “a man whose children believe,” and “men worthy of respect.” Clearly the indication is that these qualifications refer to men. In addition, in 1 Timothy 3:1-13 and Titus 1:6-9, masculine pronouns are used exclusively to refer to elders/bishops/deacons.

The structure of 1 Timothy 2:11-14 makes the “reason” perfectly clear. Verse 13 begins with “for” and gives the “cause” of Paul’s statement in verses 11-12. Why should women not teach or have authority over men? Because “Adam was created first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived.” God created Adam first and then created Eve to be a “helper” for Adam. This order of creation has universal application in the family (Ephesians 5:22-33) and the church. The fact that Eve was deceived is also given as a reason for women not serving as pastors or having spiritual authority over men. This leads some to believe that women should not teach because they are more easily deceived. That concept is debatable, but if women are more easily deceived, why should they be allowed to teach children (who are easily deceived) and other women (who are supposedly more easily deceived)? That is not what the text says. Women are not to teach men or have spiritual authority over men because Eve was deceived. As a result, God has given men the primary teaching authority in the church.

Many women excel in gifts of hospitality, mercy, teaching, evangelism, and so much more. Much of the ministry of the local church depends on women. Women in the church are not restricted from public praying or prophesying (1 Corinthians 11:5), only from having spiritual teaching authority over men. The Bible nowhere restricts women from exercising the gifts of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 12). Women, just as much as men, are called to minister to others, to demonstrate the fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23), and to proclaim the gospel to the lost (Matthew 28:18-20; Acts 1:8; 1 Peter 3:15).

Women can be evangelists, that’s never been an issue. They can be evangelists and speak at churches and out in the world spreading the Good News, they simply cannot teach men or be Pastors/Ministers. Anne Graham Lotz (Billy Graham’s daughter) is a perfect example of a woman as an evangelist.

God has ordained that only men are to serve in positions of Pastors in the church. This is not because men are necessarily better teachers, or because women are inferior or less intelligent (which is not the case). It is simply the way God designed the church to function. Men are to set the example in spiritual leadership—in their lives and through their words. Women are to take a less authoritative role. Women are encouraged to teach other women (Titus 2:3-5). The Bible also does not restrict women from teaching children. The only activity women are restricted from is teaching or having spiritual authority over adult men. This logically would preclude women from serving as pastors to men. This does not make women less important, by any means, but rather gives them a ministry focus more in agreement with God’s plan and His gifting of them.

The Lord is not now nor has He ever claimed to be “Politically Correct” He is God. The bible tells us in Job 40:2, “Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him? Let him who argues with God give an answer.”

We either respect God’s authority or we follow our hearts and go do what we think it’s right. Just remember that the Bible tells us not to lean on our understanding (Proverbs 3:5) and that our hearts are wicked (Jeremiah 17:9). Do not go picking and choosing which parts of the Bible you want to respect and live by.

So here’s my thank you for 200 followers! I really appreciate all the requests you send me and just all your little adorable faces are great. So thank you so much, and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

Edit: I just decided to turn this into part one! The next request I’m doing would follow perfectly right after this, so I’ll mark that one as part two!

Edit: Click here for part two!

Rating: PG-13 (language, duh, also kissing but eh)

Keep reading

Petition for Grace to take a week or so off from making videos

Grace’s videos are my favorite part of the day, but she is pushing herself too much right now trying to make videos for us everyday (she is editing at a photoshoot). She hasn’t had a break in months, and she deserves one more than anyone else. So Grace, just take like a week or two off from making videos and focus on your other projects or yourself or Goose because you deserve it, and we will be just as happy knowing that you are giving yourself some metime.