Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9 What a comforting verse this is, especially when God calls us to step into the unknown. Notice the word, “wherever.” Yes, He is going to be with us, providing for us, helping us, guiding us, counselling us and protecting us all the way. So, why do we need to fear? Whatever you are going to face, you will not have to face alone. He is with you. Trust Him with your life and future. He will take care.
Looks like they’re getting ready for their honeymoon!
I imagine Twilight & her family have gone to many different countries and are well-versed on traveling in general. Sunset on the other hand has probably never even stepped foot in an airport. This should be fun!
pathetically attempts to break eye contact with the homeowner that happened upon the intruding presence of a random young male inside of her kitchen ( himself !!) , whose body was halfway lodged & trapped through the wall . somehow . he squirms and fidgets to no avail ; the time travel device was somewhat faulty , and regardless of what coordinates he fed to the machine , no matter how precise , it was a rarity that he actually ended up where he truly wished to go .
❛ … please don’t call the police . if you assist me , i’ll make my leave immediately . this is not where i wanted to end up … ❜ part of him aches to inquire the year they were in , but feared it would serve to worsen the woman’s fears and prompt her to call the authorities about the weirdo in her house .
Rating: Teen |Genre: fluff, adventure!! kinda |Length: WIP, ~20k (17ch)
he is wrong
My comments: time travel fic, where Yuuri wakes up back in his younger body, right before the events of canon YOI, but in this universe he’s younger than in canon. Or, as the author actually puts it, and I quote:
“damn, how much madder would yurio have been if yuuri and he had been the SAME AGE”.
👻 ┊ ❝ Former Shichibukai and super rookie, Trafalgar Law. I’ve heard a few things about you. ❞ She floated a full circle around him and then stopped in front of the pirate, twirling her umbrella. ❝ Alliance with the stupid strawhat and defeating Doflamingo! Horo-horo-horo-horo! Aren’t you quite the big shot, hmn? ❞
I can pack a suitcase in three minutes flat - last month I left for London with a roll of ten pound notes, slept with a girl who stole my clothes, and made it home for finals.
Last month I kissed a boy a Spain who called himself Oh-No and slipped me the address to his Amsterdam apartment.
Last month I told someone I couldn’t love her because –I will cheat because –You’re too good for me because –I just can’t do this.
Last month I maxed out my credit cards and had no one to share the stories, so I asked a Scottish girl to marry me. Last month she poured Innis Ale on my head.
I can’t keep running.
My sister got her driver’s license and my mom completed chemo and I haven’t seen them in twenty-four weeks. I’m too scared to watch my family age, the same way I’m too scared to nurse a relationship long enough to watch it fall apart. I write about love but I’m terrified of feeling it, so I spend money at the airport.
I’m supposed to leave for California but I just want to sleep. I just want to hold my sister. I just want to kiss a woman and know I’ll be there to fix her breakfast. So, yes:
I can pack a suitcase in three minutes flat, but when I do –when I run –when I kiss –when I leave I always leave something behind.
👻 ┊ The woman sat on a ledge, her legs dangling back and forth as she watched the scene before her. Zoro and a group of marines that stood in front of him. Of course, without hesitation he was ready to fight and plow through them, but Perona was first.
👻 ┊ ❝ N E G A T I V E H O L L O W. ❞ At the words, several ghosts would fly at the marine, passing through them like rapid fire and causing them to get down to their knees, hating their lives. ❝ Horo-horo-horo~! Missed me? ❞ Perona smirked, calling for Zoro’s attention with that question.
❝ Oh my god! Are you shitting me!? ❞ Jolyne took a step back from the man in front of her. His name was what now!? He was so young! Had the enemy’s Stand really sent her this far back? What a pain in the ass.
As if the scars on my hands are decorations, you don’t ask me where I’ve been. I love you for it. When you see orange bottles scattered across my dresser, you don’t read the labels, you just scoot them over: “I need more room for my earrings.”
When you see me tap-tap-tapping, always taptaptapping taptaptapping taptaptapping a beat on my knee, you don’t ask me what the voices say as they drown in my music. You just unplug one earbud and hum along.
One morning. This morning. I pack a bag to run: a passport, a credit card, no destination, just a nervous energy bouncing in my feet as I grab my keys from your drawer.
The clock strikes eight as you slip into the room— you lean against the wall like a shadow. Light from the open front door is pooling at my feet and I imagine you kneeling to drink it.
Now is when you’ll probably shout, Don’t leave! Or, What the hell are you doing? And, You can’t always run. You close your eyes. You cross one arm over your stomach and stare at the tiles. My shoulders tense.
‘Stay safe,’ you say.
I rest my bag in the pool of light and watch it ripple. We could plant tulips near the water.
As if the scars on my hands are decorations, it doesn’t matter where I’ve been.
I ask if you can fit inside my suitcase. And when you can’t, I stay.