sundays the best

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Luke’s gum falling out of his mouth like the 3 year old he is

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

Gillian Anderson, December 2, 2001 Cracked Xmas benefit for The Trevor Project, which focuses on crisis intervention and suicide prevention for LGBTQ youth.

I think it affects me because of my own struggles as a teenager. I don’t know if I would have used a hotline at that time, so I know what it feels like to be stranded, to not be able to pick up the phone and not trust that that’s gonna help and to not trust there will be somebody trustworthy on the other line that understands. I think it just reminds me. Just a constant reminder of what that was like. If it is about growing up in a town or in a family that is intolerant of one’s inner self, whether it’s a parent or friends or the neighborhood, I mean, it’s like, that is supposed to be your safety. That is supposed to be where you learn who you are and learn what you stand for and learn that everything is okay so that you can find that place and then go out into the world. And if it’s a bad place, there is no safety and there is judgment and there is fear, and the potentiality for a very difficult and shaky and confused and lonely life is there. So nipping it in the bud really early is a real good thing.

Whether it’s Sunday and you feel like your life is a display of righteousness, or it’s Monday and you’ve already messed up and fallen short of everything you confessed and declared on Sunday - neither your best day nor your worst can ever define you.

If your definition of freedom is based upon your feelings or your actions, you’ll mess up every time, but if your definition of freedom comes solely from the One who wrote the book on salvation and holds the keys to life, you’ll always win.


Whatever you feel today, make it BOW to the name of Jesus Christ and KNOW that you’re winning because He’s already won!

—  Stephen James Hart

Hooray, they found the One True Morty! Kinda disappointing…


Now what?


These kids have no idea how to keep it alive, they clearly didn’t stop to think about that tiny detail. Then again, they weren’t expecting to find a radioactive Fabergé egg in the first place.
They’re certainly not following Super Fan Rick’s unironical suggestion of shoving it up anyone’s ass. I mean, come on! He’s has to be trolling, right?

Happy #SyndullaSunday with an eversoslightly different photo!

BTS Reaction - You wearing his boxers

He didn’t know if he found you adorable or sexy..

Namjoon

As clumsy as Namjoon was he had thrown the freshly washed new boxers he bought anywhere in his room. He crouched down the floor, a hand covering his eyes while calling out: “Why me?!” To his words you rushed to his room, seeing Namjoon’s mess of a room. “Babygirl, have you seen-” Standing close to his kneeling body he saw the culprit taking his new boxers. The atmosphere changing as his big hand shot forward, he pulled you by your legs into him, your core meeting his face. “I guess I can take these off?, he would shove his fingers into the hem, slowly pulling them down to take back what he was looking for.

Jin

“Pink and checkered?”, it was Hoseok who asked after Jin desperately tried to accuse him as the one taking his boxers from time to time. “You always have them, man, give them back”, he was annoyed as the oldest having a hard time dealing with the kids, but his younger friend only gestured to you who bent down to lift your phone off the ground, seeing the familiar pattern peaking out of your jeans. Jin then would walk to you, grabbing you by the hips to shove your ass into his core. “You better take them off, y/n.”

Hoseok

Of course he would lend you his boxer when you stayed over, what else would be comfortable after a good fuck? You dressed into them, hidden under the blanket as Hoseok went to get you water. As he came back you surprised him with his own undies on you, his smile bright, but laced with arousal. “I know whose these are, babe. All”, he would drop the glass on his nightstand, “of this”, then pull you close, his hand stroking over the material of his boxers, touching your still sensitive spot, “is mine, isn’t it?”, taking them off of you whereas his dick grew in his sweatpants for a second round, the sight a major turn on for him.

Yoongi

“Yoongi? I’m thirsty”, you tried to wake the sleeping guy next to you to get you something to drink, but he would just groan and turn around to ignore you wherefore you stood up yourself, grumbling looking for your clothes, but instead snatched his boxers and shirt. Down in the kitchen you took your time, suddenly feeling a pair of hands surrounding you. “I didn’t know that my boxers look that hot on your round ass, baby”, Yoongi’s voice was raspy and dark, his hands warm as they hit your ass, massaging your flesh over the material. “You better take them off right now..”

Jimin

Jimin would give you everything he had to offer, even his underwear hence he wasn’t mad as he caught you on the couch laying in nothing more than his boxers and a shirt. He found you adorable, sprawled across the couch with a bag of chips in your hands. “I’m home, princess”, he would smile at you as you tried to stand up, tripping over the table and showing off his boxers in another way, face down, ass up. Hissing he rushed to you, his hands stroking over his own undies on you, strangely turning him on. “Are you okay, princess?”, he would assure you were okay ere he would start to grin, taking in the view and giving you a playful hit on the ass. “Why is that turning me on?”

Taehyung

A lazy sunday was the best to relax, you in his arms, wearing his boxers after a hot session on the couch this morning. You looked utterly cute in the wide shorts, your messy hair with a bright red hickey covering your neck. Then you asked him to let you free to get your phone, dancing light-footed down the hall, his eyes focused on the way your hips swung from side to side, turning him on that you had his boxers on. “B-baby, wait for me”, pictures formed in his head, his lips licking as he followed you, pushing you down the bed the moment he got hold of your body.

Jungkook

Taking a shower forgetting your own clothes, you decided to take Jungkook’s prepared boxers for himself, pulling them over your ass before walking in his room to get your own things. “You can go now”, you would look for your clothes without even looking at your boyfriend, silence greeting you. “Is every-”, Jungkook stared at you, his shock at what you were wearing plastered on his face. “Are those mine?”, nodding you would smile at him, seeing something big poking at the material of his jeans. “Shower can wait, come here.”