You people misunderstand me. You call me “Satan” and “Devil” but…do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that he betrayed me – punished me. Just as he’s punished you. After all, how could God stand ideally by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers, Nick – either, he’s sadistic…or he simply doesn’t care.
one of my friends just showed me this thing on youtube and said “i can’t stop watching this video” and i, without a single thought, replied, “seventeen years old.” it’s official. dear evan hansen has infiltrated my subconscious.
Kristanna Modern AU ~ ONESHOT Rated: M (Swearing, adult situations… lol, I dunno - this one is kind of out there) WC: 3564 ~Is misdelivered actually a word? Why are titles so hard. Also I have no explanation for this, lol
Kristoff yawned as he walked to his door. Damn the night shift for making his life hell
for a week every month. There were so
many noisy things during the day when he was trying to sleep, like someone
ringing his doorbell.
Halloween also known as All Hallow’s Eve is widely known for its trick-or-treating and pumpkin carving. However, there’s a darker, more powerful meaning to this day. Marking the last day of harvest, Halloween is the day of the year where the line that separates the world of the living and the world of the dead is at its thinnest. For centuries, druids have taken advantage of this situation to communicate with their dead loved ones or summon unearthly energies to perform their spells.
And the bravest dare to resurrect them.
After Stiles finds a spell that could potential change their lives forever, he contacts Derek - who returns to Beacon Hills to help him in every step of the way. Together, with the help of their friends, they bring back to life the innocent causalities of a war they never chose - Erica, Boyd and Allison.
I’ve been working on a Ryder little by little as a warm-up while working on commissions. I don’t actually have any solid plans for Ryder– have to wait until I finish my first playthrough with someone who’s undoubtedly going to have a really dumb name like Saucepan. Been having a hard time drawing anything decent today (sorry commissions, I’ll try again in like an hour)
Let’s decide on 10 minutes notice
that our first date should be at a tattoo parlor.
I’ll hold your hand as you sit in your underwear
getting your thighs tattooed.
Let’s accept the invitation
of our evangelical friend.
Let her give us her booklet,
but have a two-hour-long dialogue
about what she believes about God
and about why we’re pagan.
Let’s tell each other stories of our faiths.
Let’s understand each other.
Let’s live in the moment.
Knowing we are not invincible,
but exposing ourselves anyways.
Let’s embrace vulnerable connection.
How else can we know others?
How else can we know ourselves?
It’s been getting too dark to close ourselves in
((i’m truly sorry to the dears who sent in these asks, but i really don’t think my digital and non-realistic art is at a level where i can draw a near stark-naked man and have it look presentable, so i’ll spare you three the cringe.