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blue orchids short story

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: too much fluff.. too much cute
word count: 3.986
author’s note: surprise! \o/ I honestly have no idea how or why this happened. yesterday I just… started writing, and here we are, a few thousand words later. also, bear in mind that this is a sequel to blue orchids, so you need to read that one first if you want to understand this short piece. hope you all enjoy!

This story is set six years into the future within Blue Orchids’ universe.

The sun rays are melting on your skin. It has been a while since the skies opened up like this, leaving the sun bare to the living, its warmth a pleasant gift after days of storm and gloom. The sand under your legs and feet is, fortunately, not scorching — not yet, at least. The early morning is still warming up to the pristine sun, and the salty winds of the beach are still a strange mixture of the growing heatwave and the remnants of past iciness.

You cannot remember the last time you visited the beach, but it does not feel foreign or uncomfortable. It feels like you belong, mind at peace and body molding to the sand as your extended legs allow your toes to brush against the gentle waves that break and ebb away, water still too chilly to enjoy at its fullest.

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my honest to god favorite thing about trc is the fact that Ronan Gansey and Noah live together. by themselves. that means they have to go grocery shopping for themselves, and that means that at some point in the canon universe, Ronan Lynch has had to stand around debating to himself what brand of macaroni and cheese to get, only to be interrupted by Noah, and inevitably Gansey, and the three of them are standing there taking up a whole aisle bickering over fucking mac n cheese. like Noah you can’t even eat food what do u care and Gansey stop telling Ronan the nutritional value of this shit he knows good and well he’s gonna be dead by thirty stop reminding him. and all the while innocent shoppers are holding witness to a tattooed, shaved-headed, raven-bearing boy, along with the king of Virginia son-of-future-Mrs President himself, along with this weird boy who keeps seeming to drift in and out of sight despite never moving????

these poor souls attract the utmost attention w/o even trying like how in the world Blue Sargent managed to go her whole life not knowing these boys existed is beyond me smh

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

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Originally posted by pleasingpics

Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”

After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”

The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Runaway Pt.1 | Taehyung (M)

Originally posted by pannaluca99

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Drabbles

Summary: Bad boy Tae takes an interest in innocent you and, even though you know he’s toxic, you can’t help but love him.

Word Count: 9.373

Genre: Smut, basically 

A/N: wOW this was long idk I really wanted to write it!! I was inspired by the Run mv (and Colours and Coming Down by Halsey (p.s, I’m making a second part to this and it will also contain smut so there’s that)

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14 Ways To Tell If Someone is Suicidal
Suicide is a very sad but very real situation for many people around the world. Here is a list of potential signs to look for if you think someone you know m...

To all of our members, this video is important to watch. Suicide is no laughing matter. Hence, it should be treated with the utmost care and urgent attention. Please watch this video. And if you notice people in your circle exhibiting this behavior, don’t wait to help. It is a cry for help and they need someone to listen and be there for them!! Share this video to help spread the word! 

Taken for Granted (pt 8)

You woke up that morning with an excitement you haven’t felt in…well…months. You were excited about both the future and hanging out with the guys again. And likewise, Jin went through his schedule that day, waiting to be done so that he could see you tonight as well.

Jin texted you sometime in the afternoon to just meet at their dorm instead of bighit since their dorm had their own little studio for them to use. How convenient, you thought. You then spent the majority of the evening trying to figure out what to wear. It was a foreign feeling, digging through your closet in anticipation to find something appropriate to wear. You had your work clothes separated from the rest your clothes, but you weren’t sure what to wear tonight. Which didn’t make any sense because you were just going to hang out with the boys for a bit. It wasn’t supposed to be anything special, but you were excited nonetheless. 

You were usually dressed really casual. Leggings or sweats, jeans if you actually tried. Any t-shirt you could find and you finally wore your favorite white sneakers. You rarely wore any makeup to see the boys and now you understood why Namjoon paid no attention to you. You probably looked like shit, especially compared to all the other girls they were around. 

It’s not like you didn’t own nice things, you were just comfortable with laid-back clothing. You realized now how unattractive you must have been in his eyes. Could you really blame him for his feelings? So today, you decided to try just a little harder. Not to make it seem like you were trying to impress someone. But just enough so you could feel confident. 

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Capturing the Attention of the Signs:

Aquarius – Bring out the Brain Teasers and get ready for a few rounds of intellectual stimulation with your Aquarian because if there’s a future for you both, intelligence, adventure, challenges and creativity will win their heart for sure.

Pisces –  Grab a big coffee, snuggle up on the couch and get into a deep conversation about spirituality or astrology and if you’ve got problems in your life, even better!  Share all the details as Pisces are very attracted to people who need help to solve their personal problems.

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Title: FaceTime

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: He’s been away for a while. Yugyeom x Reader. Dirty Talk/Smut/Fluff.

Playlist: 170909

Author’s Note: This is another smut(?) something I wrote instead of the smut that I was supposed to???? I have fallen down a terrible path. I hope you enjoy it and suffer with me <3

It’s a quarter past midnight and you’re sleepless; sleepless because you miss him; sleepless because you want nothing more than to be in his arms and ask him to sing you to sleep. You miss his voice. You miss his laugh. Your head is so heavy with this thoughts you think it might spontaneously combust into the night sky.

Fuck, you miss him so much.

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To commit suicide is to lose the notion of fatality and destiny. To no longer be afraid of what may still come and make me hurt and suffer. To commit suicide is to recognize that the worst is happening now. Suicide is the outright rejection of the present. That’s why few nervous neurotics commit suicide, they’re always waiting for a worst moment. To commit suicide implies the utmost attention and lucidity, to say; “this is me, now, here”. And to know, too, that no more should be expected. To commit suicide is to close a door, the one in the waiting room.
—  Alejandra Pizarnik
Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of September 17 - 23, 2017

This week’s forecast: Cloudy with a side of ketchup.

VIRGO/BEYONCÉ (August 23 – September 22)

Oh, gurl. Get ready to struggle, bitch. Think of it like trying to get through thick weeds. You know there’s a clearing on the other side, but you don’t even have the slightest clue where you iz right now. The more you think about what’s outside your wall of thorny weeds, the less you’re thinking about your current predicament. You’ll need to temporarily set aside your hopes for the future and pay attention to what’s right in front of yo ass.

LIBBY JUJU (September 23 – October 22)

You’re tired AF and bitches wanna hang. On a regular day, you’d feel comfortable saying no. But things are different right now. The queens asking for your time are quite powerful and can move you up to the next level in your career, if you act right and play the game. You can always rest next week. For now, really amplify the charm and show them what a LIBRA is made out of.

SCORPIES (October 23 – November 21)

Something has been grating on you for months and months now, and you’re finally ready to turn your focus on that shit. You’re a lucky ho, because the universe is paving the way for you to act on this persistent, nagging issue and you can finally get it out of your system. It’s time to hunker down, dig into your heels and get to WERQ. There ain’t no turning back now, queen.

SAGITTICARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

You’re the one bitch I know whose heart is more open than your legs (well, on Thursdays at least). This week, I urge you to widen up another part of your body: your brain. You’ll need to expand that motherfucker because a lot of knowledge – so much knowledge – is about to befall yo ass. This is really the time to absorb everything you can get out of life. Gurl. It’s time to get learnt.

CAPRICORN-ON-THE-COB (December 22 – January 19)

We all know that you’re a ruthless, relentless career bitch. How about applying all that you’ve learned in that lipstick jungle of life and channelling it into other facets of your life? You’ve been complaining about the lack of romance in your vicinity and let me tell you. It ain’t gonn come visit if you don’t invite that shit. Put a bit of effort into making it happen for yourself. You’re a go-getter, right? Go get some ass.

AQUEERIUS (January 20 – February 18)

This week, your ability to be a team player will be put into question. It’s not that you don’t wanna play with anybody, it’s just that your ideas are so radical and out of the box that you’re afeard that no one’s gonna take you seriously. I know that you’re used to certain looks from your constituents whenever you express your thoughts. Maybe it would help to start delving into the root of why other queens feel that way, so you can make adjustments to the way you convey your ideas. Sometimes, bitches be dumb and need you to spell shit out for them.

PI-SHEESH (February 19 – March 20)

There’s shit you can put off and shit you have to deal with immediately. Relationship stuff falls in the latter. Whether it’s a friendship, a relationship or a FWB situation, it needs your utmost attention now. Any partnership is a foundation, and the more sturdy the pairing, the stronger anchor you’ll have to ground yo ass while you deal with other clusterfucks in your life.

ARIES IS BURNING (March 21 – April 19)

Oh, bitch. You just lovvve them shiny objects, don’t you? So much so that you get a bit manic whenever too much shiny shit is surrounding yo ass. This is gonna sound cheesy, but I think it’s time for you to start recognizing the shine that exists within you. The more you pay attention to your glowy insides, the less dependence you’ll have on exterior disingenuous glitter.

TAURY SPELLING (April 20 – May 20)

Speaking your truth is not an alien concept to you. You would rather let it all hang out rather than keep it all in. The thought of pretense is just exhausting to you and you’re the one zodiac sign who don’t like to sweat. I think it’s totally fine to be truthful. Just make sure that when you’re expressing your truth, you’re not airing others’ dirty laundry. Some bitches are sensitive about that shit (looking atchu, LEOs).

GEM IS EXCITEMENT (May 21 – June 21)

Oftentimes, your instincts are on point and you are able to go through life just reacting to things and hoping that the chips will fall your way – they usually do, let’s face it. But when the opposite happens and you don’t get what you want – such as this week – it sucks, but it forces you to sit back and employ a little bit of what VIRGOs call, “strategy,” in order to help you deal with (and hopefully get out of) your grimy situation. No worries, tho. This shitshow – only for a limited time!

KUH-KUH-KUH-CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

Whenever you’re in a networking-type situation, it is not vital that you meet and impress errbody at the event. That takes a lot of effort with very little reward. First, you must always talk to whoever organized that shit. Second, all you need is one, two, or three key bitches to make an impression on. The earliest you can get that shit done, the quicker you can enjoy yourself. Remember fun?

LEO MCQUEEN (July 23 – August 22)

Things are fucking hard right now, okay? I sooo get that. Instead of bitching and complaining about it, tho - I encourage you to embrace that struggle. Accept in your heart of hearts that this week, you’re just gonna be squirming all the way to Friday. Hey, at the very least, you can take solace in the thought that your core will be engaged throughout. Hello, absies!

(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

For more Horoscopes By Gil Hizon, click here, gurl!

Crucial skills for academic success.

Time management: know how much time you take to do certain things. Try to abbreviate it for automatic tasks (dish washing, cleaning, folding laundry, packing your gym bag..). Find a way to install consistent morning and night rituals. One should benefit you mentally/spiritually/physically while the other is for boosting the upcoming day’s efficiency with preparation and planning.

Prioritizing: tough one if you ask me. Instead of letting your perfectionism win, think of each task at hand as a deadline and a consequence: each task has a certain urgency but also a result dependant on the way that task is accomplished. Know wich one actually needs your utmost attention and wich one can be done more loosely/later. You should also consider using the following tool until it becomes automatic once the thought process is installed.

Urgent/Important Matrix by Stephen Covey:

Positivity: a positive outlook on yourself, on the outcome of your school year or even on how your cookies will turn out will just save you so much (usually unwanted) stress and anxiety. Approach logically your decisions, plan out your days and weeks ( even lives if that gives you drive and focus ), find ways to let go of your worries (sports, a dense spiritual life…) and DO NOT think that there’s only one way to accomplish what you want. DO NOT blame yourself for not crossing off each bullet point on your to do list, take it “easy”, logically and calmly.

Discipline: the above would be pointless if this trait lacks from the frame. Discipline has been shown to be key to productivity and to be encouraged by a lack of distraction and restrictions. IT IS NOT. Discipline comes from self drive. By finding a WHY to your existence, a fire that will never extinguish since it is not fed by worldly attractions. A reason to your ambitions that’s simply strong enough to battle the many times life will lead you astray from happiness.

If your failing and thinking that you’re dumb/not made for it think about it twice, revise your core skills and take it slowly, methodically, with a game plan.

There may be more relevant skills for you specifically, analyse what disables you from going further after you got the basics or ask me a question and I might be able to see something.

Pillowtalk (M)

Originally posted by yoonmyeon

Genre: Smut

Summary: Namjoon was the one, once upon a time. He can’t come back into your life and expect things to go back to normal. You’re happy with Hoseok, and no random visit in the middle of the night is gonna stop that..right? (Previously posted on Suganeedsanap)


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Written by: Admin Jaefairy

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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.

It’s not a House, but it is Home

- And older Max finds an unlikely friend and father six years down the road -

The box strained the muscles in his shoulder as he hefted it up, groaning at the sudden pull that he was not happy about adjusting to, as he pushed the box to sit against his hip as if holding a toddler. He waddled to the doorway, briefly leaning against it to rest his aching shoulders.

Max weaved in and out of boxes that littered the floor in the living before arriving to the empty connected kitchen. He carelessly threw the box down on the empty counter, coughing and sputtering when a cloud of dust sprang from the sudden impact.

“Christ!” He cried, waving away the dust cloud and retreated to the equally as dirty living room, hoping to find his inhaler just in case he had an attack. His coughing eased as he escaped the dust filled kitchen, but he continued his search, he couldn’t be too careful after last time.

“You alright in there, neighbor?” A loud voice called, Max jumped looking around for the source of the noise. He casted his eyes to the door, than around the room, then to the two closed doors that sat opposite of the entry way.

“Hello?” Max called out, hesitating. He wasn’t one for answering disembodied voices, but when one is addressed in such a way they must answer.

There was a knock on the wall across from Max, and he jumped again.

“Walls are pretty thin here if I’m honest! It’s not that bad, but some complain about noise from time to time, especially if you have your TV up loud!” The voice was male, that much Max could tell, and overly cheerful.

Max rolled his eyes, “Is this your way of telling me to not have my TV up loud?”

There was silence and Max scoffed.

“Not exactly! How about I help with some of those boxes out in the hall?” The strange wall man asked.

Max debated letting some stranger he hadn’t even seen touch his stuff, but when he stood up from his crouched position to answer, the agonizing pull of muscles almost made him cry out.

“Yeah, okay.” He groaned, rubbing at his lower back.


Max sighed, and before he could even turn around he heard the shuffling of boxes at the door.

“That was quick.” Max muttered, he eyed the lanky man up and down.

He had boxes in his arms stacked high above his head, and his jeans were ripped (not on purpose) and very dirty (very much so on purpose). Max wondered what was wrong with the guy to be so eager to help a stranger, but he had to admit his determination to help in such a big way was kind of funny.

Max cracked a small smile and walked, slowly to not irritate his aching legs, over to his new neighbor. He removed two boxes from the top of the stack so the poor man could see.

Max watched the box carefully as he removed them, the fragile stickers and notes written in red marker demanded his utmost attention.

He kept his eyes on the boxes, careful not to drop the various glass objects that laid inside, but they fell from his hands in shock once the man suddenly screamed. Max covered his ears to shield them from the shrieking.

“Oh Max!”

The man’s voice was too familiar for his tastes.

When Max turned he noticed the red hair flecked with gray strands first.

Then the familiar smell of pine and wet earth that he had always reeked of no matter where he was.

Then bright green eyes that were so wide and happy even six years later.



Nessian, 904, Rated G 

A/N: Here’s a little domestic drabble. They kinda make pancakes, they kinda read, they’re mostly just two fools being affectionate. 


Rain poured down on the street in front of them. The weather had been the same all day, but Nesta and Cassian were not wet. Instead, they curled up on his swinging bench, reading together. Separate stories, but entangled enough that they were sharing their own. Nesta had positioned herself in a tiny ball pressing into Cassian’s side, while he wrapped his arm all the way around her to hold his own novel.

They’d been there for hours. Just sitting, enjoying the weather from the safety of his covered porch. Cassian occasionally would drop a foot and give them a gentle push, rocking their seat gently. Occasionally, one of them would drift off while they lie there. Nesta had twice, each time awoken by Cassian gently pecking her forehead or nose. Thunder would sometimes crack, but the two were covered and had a slight protective shield surrounding the porch.

Nesta almost wished they could experience this more often, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Casian she was ready. Ready to tell everyone else about their fledging relationship that was mostly late night encounters in which they did much of what they were currently doing. However, the rain created an excuse not to start their training while also offering them time alone. Cassian had asked her what she wanted to do and didn’t argue when she replied with quiet reading.

Thus, they’d been holed up at his house, using the rain as an excuse for her to stay. While they managed a healthy silence, Nesta was beginning to feel an increasingly noticeable hunger.

“Cass,” she whispered, her voice rough from hours of disuse.

His arm tightened slightly around her. “What is it?”

Her stomach growled loudly, almost in anticipation of her statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You know where the kitchen is, go help yourself.”

“I want pancakes.”

“There’s one of those just add water packs in the pantry.”

She grew a bit bothered because clearly he couldn’t read between the lines. “Do you want pancakes?” She sat up, the blood rushing to places it hadn’t been, causing a tingling feeling.

“Sure.” He stretched his arms high above his head and stood, bringing his shirt up a little.

A wicked grin grew on her face. “Great! Then you can make them,” she proclaimed, flopping back down to cover the whole swing.

He released a deep sigh.

She added, “Since you know the super secret recipe, you should make those.”

She was referring to the chocolate chip ones that he learned from Rhys’s mother centuries ago that still were the best thing she’d ever had in her life.

“What am I going to do with you, Nesta Archeron?” he asked before leaning down to share a chaste kiss.

When he left, Nesta felt both his absence and her hunger, but she also felt the desperate need to finish her chapter. Due to something that neither of them would admit, she could feel Cassian’s anticipation for her to return, and she could hear his humming.

Her eyes dragged across the last words of the chapter, shocked at what was happening. “I want you to know,” she shouted as she stood and walked into Cassian’s house, “that I have put down my book, at a cliffhanger, for your pancakes. Not you. So they better be good.”

“Sure,” he mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and burying her face in his back, “you just came here for the pancakes.”

“They’re really all you’re good for,” she said half-heartedly, “the pancakes. Though maybe I’ll be a little generous and say food in general.”

“And they said you weren’t kind.”

She just hummed in response and closed her eyes breathing him in. Her fingers slowly spread themselves underneath his shirt, while he just stared down at the griddle.

“Sweetheart, I can’t burn these. Which means it needs my utmost attention—“ he gently grabbed her hands and took them off his chest—“So this, like many other things we’re taking slow, can wait.”

She glared at him before plopping down at the island and dipping her fingers in the batter.

“Maybe, I should’ve just stayed outside and read where you clearly wouldn’t have missed me.”

“Be my guest, but I get first dibs. And I usually eat quite a few, a whole batter-ful before, so you can take your chances.”

She knew he was joking, especially when he turned and presented her with a heaping plate of pancakes. Then threw the butter and cinnamon at her, without her having to ask for her favorite toppings.

“Honestly, Nes, you do need to learn how to cook,” he said as he poured more batter down.

“Why would I ever need to when my sister’s mate has help around every corner? And when they’re not available, I can usually come push a certain Illyrian to do it for me.”

He chocked out a laugh. “Someday, Nesta, I am going to teach you how to cook.”

She didn’t argue and kept eating her pancakes as Cassian sat in the stool next to hers. They ate in silence. Nesta slowly nibbling her way through her pancakes while Cassian inhaled his. Inside her mouth, the chocolate practically burst as it oozed out of the fluffy mix which elected her to release a moan.

“Like how they taste?” he teased, mouth full.

Her eyes rolled slightly in pleasure as she nodded. In the past month, she’d ate hundreds of his pancakes, and she still didn’t know if they were so wonderful because of the recipe or who made them. 

anonymous asked:

Tell me a mistaken identify story!

“I really think I need to speak to whoever the supervisor here is,” Stella says, staring at her first job briefing in her e-mail inbox.

“Everybody feels like that with their first mission,” says Marion, who just seemed like a very nice HR rep until about thirty seconds ago. She’s wearing a pin with a cat on it. She should not be allowed to be part of a terrifying spy organization if she wears pins with cats on them.

“No, I—there’s been some kind of huge mistake.”

“You were chosen for this job, I promise, we pay utmost attention to our candidates’ strengths and weaknesses. This should be a walk in the park for you. If you still feel the need to protest after this first assignment, we’ll refer you up to speak to someone more in charge, but you understand that clearance to see them can be something of a tricky issue.”

The message in her inbox is still telling her that she’s supposed to take down an international smuggling ring. This is not the nice IT job trial period she thought she was getting. However, if she tells the scary spy agency people this, they are probably going to disappear her, so she’s just going to have to take down an international smuggling ring.

Sure. Cool.


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Paper Hearts (Part 7)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 4.2k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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