the rising sound

Helping Hand (m)

Summary: You wake up from a dream with an ache between your legs and Taehyung is more than willing to lend a helping hand. 
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: romance, smut
Warnings: masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral sex
Rating: M
Word Count: 3691

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs


The name passes through your lips in a hushed whisper, nothing but a curious call to see if the person lying next to you is awake or still deep in slumber. You push at the blankets until they lie in a rumpled mess around your hips and peer over at him once again, taking in the fan of eyelashes across his cheek bones and the natural pout of his lips as he curls further into a semi-ball. It appears he is still sleeping, completely unaware of the state you have woken up in. Huffing out a sigh, you ponder your next move. There is the option of escaping to the showers for a bit of privacy as you take care of the heat curling low between your legs from your recent dream however, you are not very interested in a shower so early in the morning and the idea of getting out of bed does not seem too appealing.

There is another option, you think.

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12x10 coda

Sam had long since gone to bed and Dean had wandered off not long after, supposedly also calling it a night, but Cas is still sitting at the war room table, staring at Warsaw with infinite and indiscernible thoughts rushing through his mind. Sam and Dean’s words, their praise, their assurance, their gratitude, overlayed every shred of information coursing through him. It made his stomach warm, his chest swell. It made him feel so full he could hardly stand it.

But there was also the doubt.

Cas was so blinded by it. They’re only telling you what you want to hear so you won’t leave them. You’re a tool, Castiel, nothing more. Everything they touch is ruined, how are you any different? You’re their pet. They’re attack dog. You’re--

“Cas?”

Cas blinks and looks up to see Dean standing beside him, brows pinched into that worried expression that he gets that Cas doesn’t really understand.

“I said your name like ten times, man. What’s wrong?”

Cas shakes his head, sitting up a bit more in his chair. “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “Well, don’t hurt yourself.”

Cas rolls his eyes and looks down at his own hands clasped in his lap.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! May i request for How would RFA+Saeran and V react to an MC saving them from being hit by a car or taking a bullet for them! hahah Can be angsty or not :3 Thank you sooo much! love your blog :)

listen…… u come into my house.. and you ask this thing of me.… (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

also i wrote these baaaasically in reverse order? and kind of definitely ran out of steam for the rest,, ha, ,,, ,, haha ha , ,,

but i figured……. some content is better than no content at all!!

WARNINGS for blood, injury, violence, near-death, possible death……… mebbe spoileroonies if u haven’t finished the secret endings.. oh and also Rika..is there for one…. briefly…

Jumin

-powerful men like Jumin Han will always have enemies
-some are merely industry rivals who might bitch and moan and briefly fantasize about the assassination of such a man, but ultimately do noting but continue to compete, to vie for a presence in their fields
-and some are far more criminal in nature, and willing to do anything to get what they want
-and they don’t care who gets in their way
-Jumin is giving a press conference about a recent acquisition of yet another company into C&R’s fold
-MC is standing nearby, trying to keep from beaming, they’re so proud of their husband
-and they can’t keep their eyes off of him
-which is exactly why when a little red dot appears on him, on his red tie, they see it and are briefly annoyed
-whICH MOTHERFRICKER BROUGHT A LASER POINTER TO THIS??????
-but then as the little light moves minutely a cold dread settles in MC’s stomach
-the laser point is too still, and it’s red on on red, difficult to see
-MC’s heart beats a frantic rhythm and they can taste the tang of fear on the back of their tongue
-they glance up away from Jumin to the high buildings opposite the stage that’s been erected specifically for this event
-the moment feels like it takes an entire year
-but they see a flash of light, something glinting off of shiny metal
-it feels both unreal and terrifying
-powerful men like Jumin Han will always have enemies
-there are bodyguards around but they’re all facing the crowd of reporters, not Jumin
-they don’t see it
-they don’t see the light go completely still, like the shooter has finally decided on a good spot
-MC shouts
-and moves
-Jumin’s speech cuts off mid-word and his eyes are now on MC
-they both hit the ground but he hears MC take in a choked breath, he could hear and see the pain
-what
-what just.. happened?
-he wonders
-he can hear the gasps from the crowd, his security guards trying to keep the crowd back and get them to safety as others approach him and MC
-MC, who can’t seem to take in a proper breath
-Jumin calls their name as he sits the both of them back up
-their breathing sounds…. wet, raspy
-and Jumin can only get increasingly more worried as he comes to conclusions
-MC coughs and flecks of blood hit his pristine white shirt, and blend on his red tie
-he feels like his heart has stopped
-and he notes that the back of MC’s shirt is wet, and so are his hands
-he starts to shout orders
-Find the shooter
-Get an ambulance
-Round up the reporters for statements
-No one is allowed to leave
-bodyguards are surrounding the two, keeping them out of view
-Jumin can see that MC is fading p fast, about to pass out
-so he places his hands (bloody, a terrible idea, but it’s too late now) on their face, cupping their cheeks and jaw
-he implores them to stay with him
-his hands shake
-his voice shakes
-he is so, so scared
-what if he loses them?
-but they smile at him, and they weakly raise their hands to touch his
-“I don’t regret a thing, Jumin,” they tell him between shallow, rasping breaths
-he wishes they hadn’t said that
-it sounds like last words
-and he is desperate to make sure they aren’t

Seven

-he loves cars
-so the day that MC ends up pushing him out of the way of an incoming sports car and getting hit themself. ..
-to say he can’t look at his own cars, his babies, the same way again is not unfair
-and to say that he’s devastated is kind of an understatement
-he looks on from only yards away at where MC has landed in a crumpled heap
-his ass is on the pavement and relatively unharmed while MC…… .
-fuck he’s pretty sure limbs don’t bend that way
-they’re not supposed to look like that
-it starts out with an alarming sense of numbness, a feeling like this isn’t real
-Saeyoung gets to his feet, vaguely registers that his arm is bleeding from scraping the pavement when he landed, and that the owner of the car that just hit the love of his life is already out of their car and frantically calling emergency services
-“MC?” Saeyoung calls out as he approaches, but his own voice sounds distant to him
-dread builds rapidly and settles uneasily in Saeyoung’s gut the closer he gets
-his chest feels tighter and tighter and he can’t take deep breaths
-he feels sick
-but then he sees MC’s chest rise and fall
-and sounds come rushing into clarity for Saeyoung once more
-he can hear the driver that hit MC speaking over the phone
-he can hear other people gathering and muttering and exclaiming and the sounds of car doors opening and closing
-he can hear MC whimpering, saying his name
-Saeyoung is in front of them in an instant, on his knees and reaching for their grasping hand, the one on the arm that, thankfully, isn’t broken
-“Saeyoung.. Saeyoung… . it hurts I can't– I can’t move, S-Saeyoung”
-Saeyoung’s vision blurs with tears as he shushes MC, and his voice cracks repeatedly as he tries to reassure them and himself
-“Shh, shh it’s, it’ll be okay, M-MC.. aahhh, shit, fuck, it’ll be okay I s-swear. ..”
-in the hospital, waiting to hear any news is the worst
-Saeyoung is so used to knowing just about everything that’s going on and being able to easily find out if he doesn’t
-so this
-the not knowing
-is a new kind of agony
-he doesn’t know how MC is doing and he can’t find out without getting in the way and what if– what if their condition is too dire? what if they’re dying right now?
-he can’t stop his negative thoughts from spiraling, from getting worse and worse
-he works himself up into a panic attack
-MC could be dead and he wouldn’t know and he’s not sure……. how, or if, he could possibly keep going without them

Saeran

-a Mint Eye acolyte managed to escape capture the night everything ended
-the night Mint Eye was dismantled
-the night Paradise was lost
-the night their savior was taken from them
-and they are out for revenge
-they’re convinced that Saeran was a rat. that it’s his fault his fault his fault he has to pay
-they bided their time…. looking for Saeran, waiting for their moment to strike
-but Saeran is never alone
-and the acolyte gets. So. Frustrated.
-they just go for it.
-Saeran and MC are just out on a grocery run when it happens
-they haven’t even made it to the store when the acolyte blocks their path
-it’s late in the evening, at a time when MC knows there won’t be crowds since Saeran is pretty.. not. about crowds.
-so this is uh weird
-but Saeran recognizes the person blocking their path and is immediately on guard
-MC can see that Saeran is tense and it takes them a moment to see that this person’s eyes are the same color as Saeran’s
-that unnatural minty green-blue
-fuck
-except that “fuck” doesn’t even begin to cover it
-the whole thing is kind of a blur,, ,
-the acolyte charges Saeran (“TRAITOR!!! THE SAVIOR IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!” they roar) and there’s a scuffle and MC tries to get this fucker off of Saeran but they pull a gun and there are no thoughts just action and MC
-gets
-in
-the
-way
-and the acolyte is laughing as MC hits the ground
-but it sounds more like gleeful shrieking
-Saeran sees the blood blooming on the back of MC’s sweater and he sees the laughing acolyte
-he fucking loses his shit
-he’s yelling and crying as he takes the acolyte down and he slams their head onto the concrete once.
-twice.
-a third time for good measure.
-they’re out.
-maybe dead.
-he doesn’t care
-he turns frantic eyes to MC who is bleeding and groaning and crying and whimpering on the ground
-fuck!
-“Shit shit sHIT! MC!!” Saeran’s voice cracks in his panic
-he kind of…. flutters around them, unsure
-until he remembers that pressure needs to be applied to the wound to keep MC from bleeding to death
-so he does that while also fumbling for his phone
-he doesn’t even think to call for an ambulance his mind is so jumbled
-he calls Saeyoung
-the twins are panicking, though Saeyoung might be handling things a lil better
-Saeyoung ends up remotely dispatching an ambulance to Saeran and MC’s location and then staying on the phone (Saeran puts him on speaker so he can use both hands and also so Saeyoung can talk to both him and MC)
-while they’re waiting for the ambulance (are those sirens in the distance already??) Saeran is like
-“MC why whatt he f u kc?? why did you do that why would you try to protect me like that???”
-he’s so mad and scared and very very confused and his head hurts (and it’s so hard to breathe, his chest aches) and the only consolation he has right now is Saeyoung telling them that the ambulance is close
-MC kind of grimaces while trying to smile (oh my god getting shot hurts so much?????? holy shit)
-“must rly like u i guess?” they kind of joke but are also dead fuckin serious
-MC now is not the time
-Saeran stares at them in disbelief for a moment, then he’s crying just that much more earnestly
-“you’re a fucking idiot
-he feels like. .. . he’s not worth MC’s time
-he’s not worth their effort
-he’s not worth their life
-god he loathes himself already and now this?? the person he maybe possibly has a crush on (his head’s still a mess but his heart beats so fast when they’re around sometimes and every time they smile he wants to smile back and that, right there, feels like a miracle) just got fucking shot???
-and it’s his fault, isn’t it?
-that they’re hurt
-that they’re bleeding
-that they’re fucking crying too
-(it should’ve been him, he thinks)

V

-it…….. happens like this:
-V doesn’t die in the Secret Ending 01
-MC sees the gun in Saeran’s hand, pointed at V
-V who is blind and can’t possibly evade such an attack in time on his own (can’t see it coming, he doesn’t even know the immediate danger he’s in)
-so they make their decision
-and then they’re in front of V, arms spread out
-and Saeran has already pulled the trigger before realizing what’s happened
-in this moment there is…. a lot of screaming going on
-Saeyoung. Rika. Vanderwood. even Saeran and V.
-MC is bleeding. profusely. V can tell that much at least as they both sink to the ground, him supporting them and calling their name
-but MC doesn’t respond, having gone limp in his arms
-Rika is trying to give out orders but,, her voice is a lil lost in the cacophony of Saeyoung and Saeran yelling at each other and to MC
-Vanderwood manages to get the gun away from Saeran in the commotion
-Saeran is……. distraught for many reasons.. one of which being that he hadn’t intended to kill MC at all
-he’d just wanted to take them to Paradise
-things get louder when Jumin and his security team finally arrive
-arrests are made. Mint Eye disciples and Rika and Saeran are subdued
-Saeyoung and V and Vanderwood are shouting about getting MC (and Saeyoung) medical attention
-V’s hand are red and his clothes are damp and sticky
-MC’s blood is on his hands literally and metaphorically and he is horrified
-his heart is aching, his hands are shaking, and it is all too much and he hates himself he hates himself
-it’s so,, visceral a feeling
-it’s hard to breathe
-V clutches desperately at MC’s hand the entire helicopter ride to the hospital, hoping that they’ll wake up and clutch back
-they don’t.
-the blood on V’s clothes is dry by the time MC finally wakes up in the hospital
-the first thing they notice after getting their bearings is that the room is probably too big for one person to be staying in, but that’s how it is
-the second thing they notice is V asleep in a sofa chair, the kind that’s provided in rooms where the patient is long-term
-the third thing is the sound of incoming footsteps
-there’s a soft knock at the door before it opens
-it’s Jumin with a bundle of what looks like clean clothes in his arms
-V shifts in the chair, groggy but now awake
-MC watches V stand and gingerly stretch as he turns toward the door
-“Jumin?” V asks softly, as if afraid to wake MC
-but Jumin isn’t looking at V, and has frozen halfway to the blind man
-he redirects his course toward the hospital bed “MC. You’re awake.” he doesn’t shout but it’s a very near thing
-V turns so fast he almost loses his footing
-he stumbles in his haste to get to MC’s side
-“MC!”
-he does shout
-he’s not wearing his shades so MC can see how wide open his eyes are
-MC’s throat is dry so when they speak it comes out as a croak
-“Hey, V. Jumin.”
-but they are smiling
-and V can hear it
-and somehow that hurts him even more

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Originally posted by legolas-imagines

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

A/N: This is part 1 of a request made by @floofy-halfling. I don’t know if this is what you wanted so like just tell me if I’m on the right track :)

Italics: Elvish

Word Count: 1,806

Part 2 - Part 3

Master List

You swing your sword into the spider before it has a chance to attack Thorin. He looks up at you and nods in thanks and you nod back. 

You had joined their journey when they came to stop at Beorn’s place. You were there because he had found you almost ten years ago, badly injured from an encounter with an orc. Since then, you had been living with him and once you met the company, you left with them. Thorin didn’t want you at first since you were an elf, but Mithrandir had convinced him to let you join and here you were, saving his ass.

You pause as your hear footsteps running in the trees and turn towards the noise. Thorin has noticed it too. You see a blonde elf running through the trees and sliding down the web of the spider. He kills that one and slides under another one, killing it as well.

You watch as he moves to stand and you pull your bow, stepping in front of Thorin. You two come face to face, arrows pointed into each other’s faces. He narrows his eyes at you and you do the same.

Don’t think I won’t kill you elf,” he snarls and tightens the string. “I could say the same for you,” you say, mimicking his movements. You feel an arm on your elbow and you look at Thorin. He nods his head and you place the bow and arrows back to where they belong.

“Legolas!” you hear a female voice say and you wince a bit as you realize you had just pointed your arrow at the prince of Mirkwood. You listen to the conversation he has with the female and you look at Thorin.

“ Do you know him? You went frigid,” he asks. “He’s the prince,” you mutter back as the prince comes over to you both. “Search them,” he orders and you are all stripped of your weapons. The guards put shackles on you and you are lead to the palace.

While you and the rest of the company are lead to the cells, Thorin is lead to the the King. You sigh at as you are pushed into the cell. You laugh as you notice a guard stop Fili to take away one of his hidden daggers.

You sigh once again as the guards leave you alone. You sit by the door and look up. You notice the prince standing on the platform above you. You make eye contact with ice blue eyes and he comes to move in front of your cell.

Why are you with the dwarves?” he asks, coming to stand in front of your cell. “I did not think it was any of your business,” you reply not looking at him.

You are in my kingdom,” he retorts.

Really? I thought it was your father’s kingdom?” you ask sarcastically.

So you know who I am?” he asks.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be a Sindarin elf and last I remember, the only sindarin elves to live in Mirkwood were the King and his son. Given the fact that you were out on guard duty, you are the prince,” you explain trying to sound smart.

He looks so surprised that you knew so much about him.

Plus, I heard the female call you Legolas,” you say, shrugging and that causes him to smile. You smile back. “Where are you from?” he asks, taking a seat on the steps next to your door. “The Valley of Imladris,” you tell him.

You weren’t lying. You were just not telling the whole truth. You were from Imladris, but you’ve been gone for ten years. You had an argument with your father, Lord Elrond, and you had not returned since then. You did not know if he was looking for you and you did not care. You loved your life with Beorn and you had not regretted your decision to leave.

“Why travel with the dwarves? What will you get in return?” he asks and you decide to answer him this time. “You know? I have no idea. It’s just something that I wanted to do. A rash decision, yes, but a good one all the same,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of you. “How long have you been traveling with them for you to gain such an attachment?” he asks.

Literally a day or so. I couldn’t really tell how much time has passed in the forest,” you shrug. For some unknown reason, that makes him laugh. “I’ve never heard an elf laugh or smile so much,” you tell him truthfully.

I laugh because you are funny. You join a bunch of dwarves and you will die for them even though you’ve only known them for a day,” he says.

And a half,” you retort, making him smile.

The two of you continue talking until another guard shows up, dragging Thorin with him.

The king wants to see the elf,” the guard states as Legolas stands. He nods and you switch places with Thorin. Legolas and the other elf leads you to the throne room after chaining you again. Once you get there, the elvenking’s eyes widen in surprise.

Remove the chain,” he orders and the other guard does as he’s told. Legolas stares at his father, confused. “Lady y/n. Your father has been searching for you for ten years and he thought you to be dead,” Thranduil states, making his way down from the throne and Legolas’ head snaps towards you.

You’re Lord Elrond’s daughter?” he asks. “Surprise?” you ask back. He sighs. “Ada. If I knew she was Lord Elrond’s daughter, I would not have put her in the cells,” Legolas says, watching as his father circles you.

Where have you been, milady? There had been many an elf searching for you,” Thranduil asks, ignoring his son.

He was curious. Lord Elrond had been in panic for the first three years of you going missing. He had even left Imladris to search for you, but had been unsuccessful. When the fourth year hit, he did not search, but started mourning. As a close friend of Elrond’s, it hurt to see him in such distress. He had been in that same state when he lost his wife and now his friend had to go through it yet again. The pain must’ve been unimaginable.

I’ve been staying with the shapeshifter, your majesty,” you say, looking dead ahead. You did not like making eye contact when you were being interrogated. Granted, it did not happen often.

And why have you been staying with the shapeshifter instead of returning home? Your father thinks you are dead,” he says, stopping in front of you.

That is new information. You did not intend for that to happen. You knew you should’ve sent a letter, but you could not in your state. Not after he said that he wished you were not his daughter.

“I felt like I was no longer welcomed, milord,” you reply. He narrows his eyes at you.

“Legolas. You will escort the princess back to Imladris back where she belongs-,”

What? Milord! I do not want to leave. I promised Oakenshield that I’d help him. I cannot-“ you start, panicked.

Have you heard of the story of the king under the mountain? Of the sickness that lies under that mountain?” Thranduil interrupts and you nod your head.

Then you know that Thorin Oakenshield will fall under the same sickness just like his grandfather,” Thranduil says.

I do not believe that, milord,” you say. “Whatever you believe is wrong. Legolas, take her back to Imladris,” he says, making his way back to the throne. “No,” Legolas says and you turn to him in shock.

Did he really just disobey his father? His king?

Thranduil turns to his son slowly, frown gracing his face.

What did you just say?” Thranduil asks.

I said ‘no’ father. It is obvious that she does not return to Imladris. She has been happy and safe with the skinchanger. Are we going to take that away from her?” Legolas asks.

Guards. Return her to her cell. My son and I have to discuss a few things,” Thranduil says, glare not wavering from his son. You notice Legolas has the same glare on his face and you can’t help but think that they look even more like father and son.

The guards take you back to your shared cell with Thorin. “What did he want?” Thorin asks as you sit at the door. “He was just curious as to why the daughter of Lord Elrond had been missing for ten years and was found traveling with a group of dwarves,” you reply nonchalantly, still thinking about Legolas and his decision to go against his father’s wishes.

“You’re that y/n?” he asks, surprised seeping through his voice.

Lord Elrond and Gandalf had spoken of you multiple times during their stay at Imladris. It was always with sadness. Fili had asked one of the elves what had happened to you and they had said that you had gotten into an argument with your father and left, never to be seen again. They had thought you to be dead and Imladris had not been the same since.

“Ah. So you’ve heard of me,” you say as you close your eyes. “We had stopped in Rivendell a few months ago and your father and Gandalf had mentioned you multiple times. Everyone believed you to be dead,” he says.

“So I’ve heard. Thranduil had ordered Legolas to take me back to Imladris, but he had refused,” you explain.

“Did he really deny his father and king?” Thorin asks, scoffing. “It seems that the children of rulers are rule breakers. Perhaps when you eventually have children, they will break many rules when they’re under the mountain,” you suggest and that causes Thorin to chuckle.

“I don’t see why not. Fili and Kili already do that,” he states loudly.

“We heard that, Uncle and we do not break rules. We just skirt around them,” Fili defends from his spot in his cell.

“It’s the same thing,” Thorin argues back and you smile. You liked the fact that he could still joke a bit in this situation.

“I reckon the sun is on the rise,” Bofur’s voice sounds throughout the cells. “We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?” you hear the youngest ask and your heart clenches a bit.

These dwarves have been through so much, they cannot just be stopped right here.

“Not stuck in here you’re not,” you hear another voice say and it’s the hobbit and he’s holding keys. He lets the both of you out first and suddenly, your hope returns along with the fear that you may never see the blonde prince again.

The Stories We Tell

Originally posted by soluscheese

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2176

Summary:  The reader tries to move on after but there are obstacles.

Warnings:  Some fluff, some angst, some humor, lots of swearing


Not all love stories have a happy ending.  

And there’s nothing wrong with that.  

Sometimes two people can love each other completely, and still break up.  It’s not that it ended, it’s that it ran its course.  

You loved him completely, and always would.  But the story of you two together, sweaty and tangled in bed sheets, desperately reaching for each other after a hunt, curled up in front of the TV, that story was over.

Now there was only friendship.  And it was okay, you promised yourself.  

It was okay.  

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I am a woman of Balnain, the folk have stolen me over again

I stood upon the hill, and wind did rise, 
and the sound of thunder rolled across the land

I placed my hands upon the tallest stone and traveled to a far, distant land,

where I lived for a time among strangers 

who became lovers and friends 

But one day, I saw the moon came out and the wind rose once more, 

so I touched the stones and traveled back to my own land 

and took up again with the man I had left behind

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anonymous asked:

Both my mother and my uncle are Christians and I have grown up in the church my entire life, but I have found none of it convincing enough to consider Christianity myself I find it all to be a bunch of emotional nonsense, and while I don’t think there is anything wrong with people believing it, because I have seen how it comforts my mother, I just don’t see how there is any logic to it. My uncle told me that there is actually a lot of scientific and historical evidence to back Christianity up1/2

such as proof that some of the crazy stories that happened in the Bible actually happened and that Jesus was a real person, and did do all the things the Bible claimed he did. Can you back his claim up? 2/2

I would like to apologize if my earlier ask came off sounding rude, I have been told I can be a bit blunt and insensitive, I am merely curious and did not mean to sound rude when I said I found Christianity to be a bunch of emotional nonsense. I really am curious about the validity of Christianity.

No worries, friend! I am fully aware of how crazy Christianity sounds. People rising from the dead? Walking on water? Impenetrable cities falling because a bunch of people walked in circles? Trust me, I get how crazy Christianity sounds. I wouldn’t believe it without proof either.

First let’s start with what is the point of Christianity? Is it a feel-good religion? No, it’s not. If I simply wanted a place to feel good about myself, I would go over to the New Age movement or Hinduism. The Bible tells me I’m a sinner and I deserve to burn in eternal suffering for my actions. There’s not much to feel good about that there. Actually, the Bible tells me that even – or rather, especially – as a Christian I should expect trial and tribulation in this life. People die every day for their faith in Jesus. Does that sound like a feel-good religion? If that was all there was to Christianity, you had better believe I would want nothing to do with it.

So then what is the point of Christianity? The point is that I need God. The Bible proves to me that I am a depraved sinner. Romans 3:23 says, “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” I have broken God’s law. I have lied, I have stolen, I have hated (which God says is murder of the heart). God, as a just judge, cannot let wrongs go unpunished. A good judge wouldn’t let a lying, thieving, murderer go free without paying for their crimes, and no amount of good can change the fact that a crime has been committed. God is so perfect, that even the smallest offense cannot go unpunished. What I deserve, what we all deserve, is death which is eternity in Hell. Still depressing, I know. Keep tracking with me.

Because no amount of good works can save me, because I can’t earn my salvation, because I am destitute and dead in my sins, Jesus died to save me. He took my punishment, and died a horrible death on a cross so that I could have eternal life. I was a sinner, an enemy of God, but through Jesus’ sacrifice I can have a relationship with God. John 3:16 says, “ For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

Now how do we know all of that is true? How do we know the Bible is true? I am so very glad you asked!

God says this, in Jeremiah 29:13, “And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.” There is an overwhelming amount of evidence for the Bible if you look, and we’re going to take a look at just a few aspects of proof.

Did you know that the Bible is the most historically accurate ancient book we have? From the events that took place, to the people mentioned, to the duplication of manuscripts, and the corroboration of witnesses, the preservation of history that we have within the Bible exceeds every other source of ancient documentation by a landslide. And yes, Jesus was absolutely a real person!

I link to this video often, but I’m going to do it again because I really love it. It’s simple, yet brilliant. Definitely worth the watch. It’ll take you more step-by-step through how we know the Bible can be trusted on a historical level by comparing it to internal and external sources.

Now let’s talk about some crazy stories. One of my favorites is Jericho, the impenetrable city that the Israelites took when its walls fell down. Archeologists revealed some rather interesting anomalies when they excavated the great city. A few of the highlights include a single section of wall still standing (Rahab’s house was spared, according to the Bible), grain that was left (a valuable prize that would have normally been saved for use, but God told the Israelites to leave it behind), and the fact that the walls fell outward (in turn creating a ramp for the Israelites to ascend into the city). These are all things that, under normal circumstances, simply don’t add up from a historical and archeological perspective. You can read more about Jericho here.

We could talk about the flood for an awful long time, but I’ll just link you to this post where I’ve already began to expound on some of the geological and scientific evidence that supports the Bible (DID I MENTION DINOSAURS).

 Creation in general is just an AMAZING way we see God at work. Just the fact that you exist is a miracle. Your brain, your eyes, your heart, your lungs, your nervous system, your thoughts… none of which the complexity of such has ever been duplicated. You are a marvel. Did you know that the very glue that holds you together is shaped like a cross? Laminin is a microscopic building block essential to your being, it binds you together, and it looks like this:

Now, just for a moment imagine there is a God who loves you, who made you with the utmost care and attention. Who, before you were born, knew the colour of your eyes and the sound of your laugh, the shape of your hands and every one of your favorite foods. Then, God, who formed you, put His mark on you, His thumbprint, just to say, “This is my beautiful creation.”

You can call it coincidence, sure, but just how many times can you call something a coincidence? Eventually a pattern emerges. Little or big, things start adding up, and the more we explore the world we live in, the more we see that it points us right back to a divine Creator.

 These are just a few pieces of evidence, this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is SO much more to find if you look for it. Like the hundreds of prophesies Jesus fulfilled while he was alive, written centuries before His birth. Or the things written about in the Bible that modern science didn’t recognize until much, much later. I believe in God because everything I have ever seen brings me right back to Him. The Bible has proven itself to be authentic, excelling every test put to it. The world simply cannot provide answers like the Bible can, there is no substitute for the truth.

so for my dance final (although my professor said she’s probably gonna change it to a group project to make it easier on us) we have to choreograph our own dance piece and we can do literally anything so all I’m saying is one of y’all better stop me before I fuck around and choreograph an entire modern dance piece to Shinsuke’s theme

what if isak is under the belief that sana likes mikael and not yousef?

ok idk if anyone else has pointed this out yet, but there’s a pretty likely chance that isak thinks that sana is crushing on mikael. I mean, look at the circumstances. she was looking at a picture of two boys, with mikael in the center, staring straight at the camera in the photo. isak stood behind sana for roughly 15 seconds, which was just enough time to see what she was looking at and her reactions which consisted of hidden yet observable smiles and heart eyes. since he recognized mikael in the pic, he questioned her if she knew him, but she just blew him off quite quickly. I mean, if any one of us were in isak’s shoes, wouldn’t we have pretty much the same thought? that sana is crushing on mikael? so, maybe this will all lead to the event where Even may/may not get hurt like he did in the trailer idk

Sunday Shift

Started off as a memory of when I worked in retail, and grew into this klance fic. Hope you all enjoy :)

Words: 3928

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Keith, Lance, Allura, mention of Shiro and Pidge 

Pairing: Keith and Lance

Summary: Keith works a lazy Sunday shift at the local drug store, and finds it to be more boring than usual. It isn’t until a stranger makes his way through the front doors that the day takes a sudden, if not more pleasant, turn. 

The lines he had been rehearsing in his head were standard for retail workers. There was the “How can I help you?” line, and the more polite “What can I do for you?” one.  

They were almost second nature by this point, and Keith should have been able to ask them without batting an eye. Unfortunately the lines got muddled somewhere on the road from his brain to his mouth, and ended up coming out as a strangled “How can I do you?”  

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Blood Relations Part 12

Originally posted by got7kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 - Extra, Part 11 , Part 12, Part 13

A/N: after a long time away… I’m finally updating!!! So this part has a lot of shocking things happening in it prepare for smut and I can’t wait for you to read it!! I hope it’s worth your time!

Words: 6214

Pairing: Jaebum/Reader

Warning!: slight smut xD

Summary: another vision troubles your sleep, making you seek out for answers but not getting the ones you were expecting…

Previous Part: Part 11

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[request] [scenario] color me jealous

3: “Please, don’t leave.” 
30: “It’s not what it looks like…” 
2: “Have you lost your damn mind?!” 
5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 

(*pterodactyl screeches* i combined requests b/c i had like 5 mingyu requests in a row ;; i hope that’s okay! and like angst… uh…teen angst? jealous mingyu ??) 

Title: color me jealous

Member: mingyu ft. bffl wonwoo

Genre: slight angst // fluff // good ending

Word Count: 1845

“If you’re looking for Mingyu, he’s not here. He went out with Seungcheol-hyung to get dinner,” Wonwoo says, not sparing you a glance as you walk through the door, eyes focused on the book in his hand.

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