vicious wolves

rayningparade  asked:

....why did you post that hunting thing? Like, I know you are probably in favor for it and stuff. Since you didn't tag it with anything there was no way for me to avoid it + it makes me super upset that a wolf who actually likes humans will get betrayed and killed for that interest? And you don't want us to protest it or help them so why would you post it? Why make your followers super upset like that I actually cried? I can't fucking deal with more bad news and how fucked up humanity is.

@daughtersoftime​ Hi! My blog posts factual content about wolves, including news or articles. In order to be able to create a realistic view on what’s going on, I share áll wolf related news - not selectively just the positive news, because it’s important to be aware of what’s going on. That includes upsetting news. I usually post the original articles without adding anything myself such as my own opinion, unless I consider it needed/useful.

I do support regulated, sustainable wolf population control - it is one of the most beneficial ways to help keep their own population, other species’ populations, and the environment they live in safe and healthy, and is beneficial to the conservation of wolves as a whole*.
But I’m against the hunting of wolves for other reasons than effective wildlife conservation. I often post petitions of cases in which the culling of wolves is not beneficial to the concerning wolf population. When needed, I speak out against culling practices that have nothing to do with sane wildlife conservation.
If people feel like they want to take action after reading news on my blog by let’s say starting a petition, I fully support that.

This case of the wolf in Saxony doesn’t concern hunting, it concerns conservation - a less pretty side of conservation, yes. I understand that you’re upset - so am I. Cases like this are always painful and sour, especially considering it was probably humans who made this wolf a threat. But there’s no denying this wolf became a legitimate threat that needs to be dealt with anyhow.

There aren’t unlimited resources for conservation, so you’ve got to pick your battles. Realistically, there is very little chance a very expensive rehabilitation program for this wolf would work. So unfortunately, this case is a “pick your battles” one, and a preventive action for the greater good, because the general public holds a very ignorant and irrantional fear towards wolves, and will not be open for reasoning if this wolf causes serious problems. Those people won’t hear to the fact that this concerned a habituated wolf who acted very unnatural, and that wolves normally don’t act like this. An attack on livestock, a pet, or a human being will do severly further damage to this already very negative public opinion on wild wolves, and will only give governments and hunters yet another argument to cull more wolves in said region, or the whole of Germany, or all over the world.

The feeding of wild animals is the cause of this problem, so preventing problems like this is mainly a matter of educating the public to not feed wildlife. There is no wildlife conservator that wants to kill an animal. But until we have fixed the cause (the feeding of wild animals), we will have to deal with the consequenses in a way that fits the bigger picture. Knowing how these politics work, there’s a very big chance that in this case protesting/petitions/etc. won’t make a difference, and even if you cóuld somehow stop them from killing this wolf, it’s just a matter of time before the wolf will cause an accident and it will then be shot either way ánd will be used as an ignorant example of the misinformed, fear-mongering idea that wolves are vicious man-eaters.

I do apologize for forgetting to tag this post with “wolf hunting”, which I normally tag posts like these with. I totally understand that news like this is upsetting, but it’s not okay assuming things about people you don’t know and accusing people of things when you don’t know what and how.

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(*some proper sources on wolf population control in case people want to read more about this topic:

Little Red Riding Cock - Chanbaek

Originally posted by chanshine

Title: Little Red Riding Cock

Genre: Smut, fantasy

Summary: Baekhyun, a person who has the most obnoxious red hair and a Hunter who claims to be something he isn’t. 

A/n -  I wrote this on a tiny fucking ipod at 2am so please excuse the silliness of all this. I also wrote this for fun ages ago and when i saw it in my draft i was just reminded of that night i refused to sleep. Thank god it’s fantasy based, cuz im pretty sure Baekhyun would have like 50 std’s by the end of this if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s fanfiction. Jfc enjoy.. PLUS MY TENSES ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE SO PLEASE JUST TRY TO IGNORE THAT :((.

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Baekhyun pulls the silk red robe onto his shoulders, making sure it is tied around his slim hips firmly. Once he loops his arm around the twig basket that held bread and jam and a few other home made delicacies, he tugs the red hood onto his head, making sure that it covers his obnoxiously abnormal red hair.

He was to deliver this basket to his grandmother on the other side of the forest. He was to get there safely. He has never travelled any further than the oasis spring and it terrified him mildly knowing that he’s not entirely welcome.

You see, Baekhyun has fiery red hair. Not normal, but valued. Everyone in his village has black or blonde hair…but Baekhyun’s is red. There are many times in which people want his fire like hair, to sell it and indulge in the abnormality of it all.

Baekhyun never allowed it, partly because he feels like its an unknown curse thrown upon him. Sighing, he steps out of the house and ducks his head immediately, the forest entrance is not far and it would be best to avoid stares. It was his grandmother that gave him this robe, Baekhyun hated the color at first…but now it has grown on him.

Clutching the basket until his knuckles turned white, Baekhyun pulls up his black leather boots that came up just below his knees, torn a little at the sides. He was literally staring at the mouth of hell, barely any light shone through the canopy of the forest path and it scared him…

Baekhyun decided to put his black gloves aside in the basket for now. And so the boy entered the cove of trees, already feeling like someone was following right behind. He heard stories of wolves…vicious, heart eating animals that would lure you in with shining blue eyes.

Baekhyun heard many stories about wolves in the forest, but as long as he stuck to the dimly lit path…no wolves would dare cross his path.

It was getting dark as he ventured onward, the line of trees getting thicker and thicker until the path was nothing but a poorly made dirt track. He was completely surrounded by nature and shadows.

A tuneless whistle sent chills down Baekhyun’s spine as it snaked through the silence, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. A wolf can’t whistle…so who else would be here? Baekhyun gulped, slowing down to look at his surroundings…no one, nothing but paranoia.

Trying to steady his thundering heart, Baekhyun jolts into a run before a branch snags at his hood, pulling it away and uncovering his hair that must’ve been like a bulb in a dark room, like blood in water.

The hood was tangled badly and it ripped. Baekhyun winced, struggling to pull it off the branch. The whistling had stopped. Until he felt something terrifyingly cold ghost over his skin.

“What’s a boy like you doing in a forest…alone?” The husky voice pulled a cry from the younger’s lips. Baekhyun froze when his eyes landed on a tall man, eyes hooded and lips between his white pearly teeth, an axe comfortably resting upon his broad shoulders.

“I-I…I have to go somewhere.” Baekyun trembled, trying even harder to pull on his hood. The man chuckled, his cat-like eyes slicing through Baekhyun.

Unable to comprehend any of what happened next, Baekhyun’s hood was sliced clean off by the axe that had swung down in the blink of an eye, the branch falling to the ground with a snap.

“What bright hair you have…” The man cooed, looking at it wondrously. “All the better to see you with.” He grinned, walking toward Baekhyun who was now backed up against the tree that had trapped him. The boy trembled, fear sweating from his pores.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to harm you of any sort” he raised a challenging brow, “I’m only a Hunter.” Baekhyun lets out a relieved breath, yet still feeling a little tense. “My name is Chanyeol. How come I’ve never seen you before?”

Baekhyun’s heavy breathing continued. “I’m from the village…I’ve never been here before. I- I’m going to leave now-” Baekhyun pushes himself off the tree but Chanyeol’s hand shoots out, looming over Baekhyun who squeaked in surprise. 

“Oh no, you shouldn’t. Its dangerous out there pretty boy. With hair like yours…so different and weird, I’m sure every creature would like a bite.” Chanyeol’s sultry voice seized Baekhyun’s nerves. Suddenly the elder’s thick, calloused fingers were running through Baekhyun’s soft red locks.

“I sure would…” He purred, displaying a grin that turned Baekhyun’s bones to water.

Chanyeol’s fingers travelled deeper and more passively on his scalp, almost massaging it in someway and Baekhyun couldn’t help but miserably lean back onto the tree and enjoy the sensation of relaxation, his eyes almost rolling back in pleasure.

“You’re like a domesticated cat, you shouldn’t be wondering out here alone…look what I’m doing to you.” Chanyeol made his point and Baekhyun jolted out of his sleep like trance, slapping Chanyeol away with a crimson blush exploding over his cheeks.

“One hell of a Hunter you are.” Baekhyun scowled, his embarrassment deepening the endearing blush, ears tipping red.

“I should walk you to your destination, its getting dark.” Chanyeol offers but Baekhyun just huffs out a triumphant breath.

“I’ll do just fine" 

Fixing his red robe, Baekhyun turns his back, gulps and begins to walk away. With just that, Chanyeol reaches out with ease and snags his finger on Baekhyun’s robe string, the knot becoming undone until the robe fell loose from the younger’s bare shoulders.

"My… What alabastar skin you have.” Chanyeol purrs as Baekhyun gasps, gathering up his robe “all the better for me to mark you with” Chanyeol mutters under his breath, licking his lips.

Chanyeol wasnt going to let his chances walk away like this. Striding toward Baekhyun who was too busy fixing his robe, Chanyeol grabs his small shoulders and spins the younger around, shock registered everywhere. The bare, smooth chest was dizzying. So untouched.

Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun onto the ground, the younger fell with a yelp, the robe doing all the work and slipping completely, hooked around his elbows. Chanyeol swung the axe into the ground next to Baekhyun who screamed, the handle of the axe had pinned Baekhyun’s neck down terribly firm that the younger lost breath as he had to recline completely to prevent choking. Chanyeol grinned, watching as Baekhyun struggled under the lock of the axe handle.

Chanyeol crouched down, eyeing the expanse of white, untouched skin. Just begging to be marked with life and colour.

“Wh-what are you doing!” Baekhyun cried, bringing up his legs and trying to push his way out of the choke hold.

“Its not my fault you wore something so..enticing.”

Chanyeol’s finger ghosted over Baekhyun’s stomach, the abdomen revulsed until it bared ribs, provoking a ticklish boy. Baekhyun squirmed even more, crying out helplessly. “P-please..don’t hurt me.” Chanyeol frowned.

“I’m not going to hurt you…I’m only here to pleasure you, pretty flower.” Baekhyun became flustured too quickly, his arms shooting up to the axe handle to remove it but the blade was too firmly implanted into the ground.

“Chan-Chanyeol. Let me out, I don’t want this…” Baekhyun pleaded as the bigger crawled forward, slipping an arm under his waist and connecting his lips onto Baekhyun’s collar bone, earning a wanton whimper from the latter that was helpless.

“Are you sure?” Chanyeol asked with a boastful voice, Baekhyun’s eyes rolled back, an unrepressed, deep moan rolling off his tongue unintentionally when Chanyeol bit down experimentally.

“I’m-i’m sh…” Baekhyun cut off his own sentence, harshly tugging on Chanyeol’s brown hair when the elder’s hands propped up his thigh, running his fingers down it afterwards

But Baekhyun couldn’t keep his head up, the axe handle made it practically impossible to breathe.

“Don’t struggle now Little Red, it’s gonna do you no good…” Chanyeol purred, softly planting kisses down Baekhyun’s neck, biting teasingly. The latter’s chest was rising and falling as fast as his heart was racing with anticipation.

Baekhyun didn’t even know who Chanyeol was, yet he was succumbing beautifully to the man’s firm touches that was coaxing out his buried moans.

The grass below him was beginning to tickle his bare shoulders, but that was barely obnoxious compared to Chanyeol’s tongue which were drawing circles around his flushed nipple. Baekhyun let out a broken sigh, feeling the heat spread all over, dangerously heading south.

“Look at you, already a mess,” Chanyeol grinned, touching the younger’s lower lip with his thumb “…for me,” he exhaled, grabbing the axe handle and effortlessly pulling it out of the ground. Baekhyun rasped for air and his head fell back defeated.

Baekhyun didn’t move although he was free from the constraint, he only figured out why until Chanyeol tutted his tongue with a sly smile.

He wanted more.

“My my, I thought you’d be a little more persistent. I guess today is a lucky day-” Chanyeol wasted no time in claiming Baekhyun’s pink lips, immediately asking for entrance to which Baekhyun found himself happily complying.

Chanyeol’s large hand ran south, holding and kneading Baekhyun’s smooth soft thighs as he explored Baekhyun’s wet cavern with his own tongue. Pulling out sweet whimpers that made him all too satisfied.

The slightest pressure on Baekhyun’s erect cock made the red head gasp and groan his way out of the kiss. Chanyeol’s sudden intrusion made Baekhyun’s cheeks flare as red as his sweat matted hair that clung to his forehead in the humid summer air.

But Chanyeol showed no signs of stopping as he stroked the writhing boy’s cock, feeling the precum coat his fingers. “You’re so wet, Little Red. Do you want more?”

Baekhyun swallowed, he had never been touched like this before, the sensation was intense including the fact that he was very sensitive, it had his eyes rolling back and speechless when Chanyeol began pumping slowly.

“Answer me.” He ordered in a low voice, nuzzling Baekhyun’s jaw. The boy on the ground choked out a yes in return, reaching out to grab Chanyeol’s arms for any sort of support.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” The Hunter asked again, this time pumping faster, earning a throaty moan from the younger who was breathing too fast to comprehend words, he was so close to tipping over the edge with the new found bliss.

“Fuck-please, Chanyeol…” Baekhyun whimpered, digging his fingers into the Hunter’s biceps.

“Please what, Baekhyun?” Chanyeol’s grip around his cock loosened and Baekhyun let out a cry of desperation.

“M-make me feel good.” The younger pleaded, being jerked back into motion again as Chanyeol chuckled, running a finger over the slit of Baekhyun’s cock and the boy’s back arched beautifully off the ground, his hips bucking for more friction. The obscene squelching sound of it all was enough to make Baekhyun feel embarrassed and shy,

“Don’t be shy, let the whole forest know that I’m making you like this. I’ll make sure you’ll be howling louder than the wolves tonight Little Red” Chanyeol purred, in one swift movement he had put his sinful mouth around Baekhyun’s cock and if it wasn’t for the discomfort of laying down on grass, Baekhyun would have already been coming down Chanyeol’s throat.

Baekhyun’s jaw went slack as Chanyeol licked a fat stripe on the under side of his leaking cock, only to envelope the whole length down to his throat, his arms restraining Baekhyun from bucking up into the tightness of it all.

“Fuck-Chanyeol. I’m so close-” the latter managed to choke out, running his fingers through the Hunter’s curls and tugging on it with force.

Chanyeol let go with a pop, kissing the head that was an angry shade of pink.

“I haven’t even got to the best part yet” Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun’s robe off completely, discarding the clothing to his left before marvelling at the sight of a panting, squirming mess of a boy beneath him.

He couldn’t deny, the tent in his trousers was becoming increasingly painful but that was the least of his problems, for now.

Chanyeol spreads Baekhyun’s legs apart and the boy props himself up with a look of horror.

“Just relax” Baekhyun pursed his lips at the command and took a deep breath, gasping a little when Chanyeol’s finger which was slicked with precum pressed against his entrance. Baekhyun let out a small yelp when the elder pushed past the tight ring of muscle, sending ripples of shivers through Baekhyun’s body.

It stung like hell, it hurt a lot and Chanyeol was to distract Baekhyun by sucking softly on his neck, probably leaving marks and bruises as he wished.

Chanyeol moved slowly, stretching the tight, clenching walls that finally began to relax; until Chanyeol pushed in a second digit.

Baekhyun’s eyes watered, the pain was now more prominent as Chanyeol began scissoring in and out, pulling out moans and cries as the pain became a dull buzzing ache.

Nonetheless it was starting to feel incredibly good.

“God-you’re so tight” Chanyeol ushered, he began to piston his fingers in and out, curving and curling to find the right spot. He was certain he did when a loud unrepressed moan rolled off the latter’s tongue like ice, thighs quivering.

“Just fuck me already” the red head groaned, feeling empty when Chanyeol’s fingers retracted, leaving his hole to clench around nothing.

“I’ll be fucking you senseless Little Red, don’t you worry” He growled,

Chanyeol expertly unzipped his pants and discarded the unnecessary piece of clothing, his erection springing free, leaking precum from all the things he had to witness coming out of Baekhyun.

Hovering over Baekhyun who was already working his pretty fingers around his own cock, Chanyeol made sure his own was well lubricated before he aligned it to the latter’s entrance. Sharing glances, Baekhyun nodded and Chanyeol slowly inched in his sizeable length, watching cautiously as Baekhyun’s eyes screwed shut, jaws slackened when he was sheathed to the hilt.

Baekhyun’s walls made Chanyeol stutter in his stride, the heat and tightness made the Hunter’s mind go hazy with lust. The pain was undeniable, considering how big Chanyeol was. But his body was just begging for climax and Chanyeol thought he was hearing angels sing when Baekhyun relaxed around him.

There was a small sheen of sweat glistening on Baekhyuns fair skin as he ordered Chanyeol to move, he needed it so bad.

The Hunter reversed slowly before slamming back in, a moan slipped past Baekhyun’s lips as Chanyeol was steadily thrusting, breathing laboured and heavy.

“Shit. Chanyeol I-” Baekhyun’s eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging open when the Hunter grinded upwards, reeling Baekhyun’s mind to almost blank.

A groan left Chanyeol’s mouth as he grinded agonizingly slow into the delirious heat. It swallowed him up tightly, the grip of the muscles contracting sending him into a pure state of bliss.

Baekhyun grinded his hips back as an experiment to meet Chanyeol’s unrelenting thrusts. The Hunter grabbed Baekhyun by the shoulder and flipped over the younger so he was on all fours, the new angle was mercilessly pulling out whimpers from Baekhyun as Chanyeol’s pulsing cock brushed against his prostate.

He was a mewling mess and Chanyeol grunted, perspiration running down his neck as Baekhyun clenched even harder, the hot simmering feeling arising in the pit of his stomach. Baekhyun’s fingers dragged across the grassy expanse of the ground as the blunt head hit spot on, exploding a hot pool of heat in his stomach, waiting for release.

!-there, oh my god. Right there” Baekhyun choked out his pleas as Chanyeol repeatedly slammed back in, faster, faster and faster; watching as the younger fell apart beneath him with a cry, come decorating his stomach and chest.

Chanyeol chased his orgasm, coming undone with a grunt as Baekhyun grabbed his cock and played with it. There were fireworks exploding behind his eye lids, the build up so great that his mind went white.

Baekhyun looked up to his horror, Chanyeol’s eyes were glowing bright blue. Sated and more than satisfied.

But Baekhyun was too out of breath and exhausted to question the sight before him.

“Did your mother ever tell you to not go near wolves?” Chanyeol chuckled, his voice huskier than normal.

“Especially ones that make you beg.”

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a/n - i’m screeching my title for this drabble is so childish shbdkajsdhbHAHA

wonwoo; days in the sun

Originally posted by visual-17

part 1/? of svt!disney au inspired by this thread

feat. beast!Wonwoo x bibliophile!reader (FINALLY WROTE A WONWOO!!)

genre: beauty and the beast au, fluff/romance, slight flangst

word count: 2123

Snow dipped between the crevices of the hand-painted French windowpane, thousands of scintillating diamonds icing against the frosted glass. The snowflakes further out melted instantaneously upon meeting the cobblestone of the castle. She briefly wondered how exactly warm this castle was from the inside, considering from the outside the tower much resembled a memento mori in their iota of a desolate kingdom.

Her nails dragged away with a subconscious slowness from the glass as she backed away from the window, turning her head to her sleeping patient.

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Matthew 7:15-20 (NLT)
“Beware of false prophets who come disguised as harmless sheep but are really vicious wolves. You can identify them by their fruit, that is, by the way they act. Can you pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? A good tree produces good fruit, and a bad tree produces bad fruit. A good tree can’t produce bad fruit, and a bad tree can’t produce good fruit. So every tree that does not produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire. Yes, just as you can identify a tree by its fruit, so you can identify people by their actions.

Jon/Daenerys Ficlet: The Wolf

“Wolves are vicious killers, dear sister, do not forget that.” - Viserys to Daenerys

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She recalls the phrase when she watches Jon train with her Unsullied, sword flashing in the air, moving like a warrior and a dancer all at once.

She’d never admit it, but she’s drawn to how fierce he is when he fights, how different this fearsome, bold soldier is from the somber man who says only a word or two during their council meetings at Dragonstone.

He pauses, breath clouding in the chilly air, and looks her way, seeming puzzled at how she lingers near the training yard, when she should be well on her way to the great hall by now.

He has not bent the knee, and he may never do so – which is why she must keep her distance, and her heart closed, until he pledges his army.

She draws herself up to her full height and glides away, serene on the outside, not wanting to show her hand, no matter how often she imagines him moving above her at night, his dark gaze fixed on hers and his hand tangled in her hair, whispering what wolves and dragons might do together under the stars.

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The Heartache Pg1


Oh yes, the star of the show as everyone knows him, Bendy the Dancing Demon. He was in his room sitting in a wooden chair as he was breathing in his smoke, it’s lovely poison. His room was covered in gifts from his fans, especially those who were women. Constantly sending him letters just begging to dance with him, or be his back up dancers and all,sometimes begged to marry him. He leaned back in his chair as he opened more and more letters from his adoring
fans. He felt like a hero any time he saw a child trying to act just like him.Heck, he was a hero, every now and then when some brute would come around he’d show them a thing or two and teach them a lesson they’ll never forget. Bendy once drove a large raging pig out of town so it wouldn’t hurt any people anymore. He beat up a wrestler who didn’t know when to stop destroying people’s homes just to look for a challenger.  He caught all five robbers on a train and threw them in prison.
        And yet, an unwelcomed thought creeped along his mind. Would he have been the cheeky little devil everyone would love today if he had never met Boris? Or would he still have been trying to become everyone’s nightmare he had planned ages ago? When he got caught up with the wolf he planned to use him for as long as he wanted just to get what he wanted and toy with his emotions for a bit. Yet things…took a different turn. He never had expected the guy to be so incredibly kind. He was a wolf. Usually people have seen wolves as vicious animals who are ALWAYS hungry. Boris was different though.Boris isn’t like any wolf. Bendy threw his cigar down on the floor and stomped on it. He pulled out another one from his box and lit it. He took in a few puffs and sighed. He chuckled. He remembered when Boris would try to cheer him up when he was feeling down. Boris was certainly something. His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing and he frowned. He picked it up.

Bendy:“Bendy the Devil here.” He said and just as he expected a loud shriek came through and he quickly slammed the phone down hard to hang up. He shook his head and growled. The phone rang once more. He yanked the plug out and silenced it for good. He sighed and leaned back in his chair once more. He looked at some old photos of himself and Boris from over the years. He looked outside and noticed it was raining. Bendy stood up and closed the curtains. He put out the cigar and dropped onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling. Over the years of beating down villains and chasing women, none of that was exciting any more. Except the beating up the villains part….and the dancing. Ah yes, the dancing, it will always be his most favorite thing to do.
All eyes are on him, people stopping what they’re doing just to see his amazing dances. All of that was thanks to Boris. He was the one who put the idea in his head. Bendi turned out the light and rolled over on his side, just staring at the wall.  Every show he’s been in, none without his best friend Boris. He and him have always been together. Danced together, played music together.Bendy loved trying different things however. Playing just one instrument wasn’t enough. He wanted to be good with all of them.Most of all though, he wanted to be able to play the clarinet.
        Bendy remembered getting into a couple fights with Boris over stupid nonscence every now and then. Even best friends get into arguments eventually, he thought. Boris wouldn’t speak to him for a week after Bendy glued feathers on him to make him look like a chicken. Bendy almost lost it. He was about ready to get into a fight with the wolf but instead, he wrote him seven pages that read; ‘I’m so sorry’ over and over. Bendy rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The sound of rain pounding on the roof made it impossible for him to fall asleep.
           Years later when his fame grew, he was chased around by his adoring fans. He didn’t mind, he loved the attention. He just couldn’t get enough of it.
           And yet….even though he was loved by all, no matter who he was with, it wasn’t enough for him anymore. The feeling of wanting attention from EVERYONE just seemed to almost very slowly fade away. It was when he was robbed from one of his 'fans’ that made him realize that he still can’t trust ANYONE. Not even when you’re famous. When things were going down he knew he could always depend on Boris’s help. He would help him no matter what. Just when he felt safe being with Boris…everything turned into a nightmare when he met her. Bendy covered himself up with the blanket and
closed his eyes tightly.
       It was fall. The wind blew like crazy, everyone’s in a hurry to get home, Boris was waiting outside Mrs. Mo’s store for Bendy. Bendy was stuck in a chat with Mo as he held onto a brown bag full of sweets. He actually seemed to enjoy her stories though. Bendy laughed after she had told him a joke.

Bendy:“That’s a good one Mrs. M!” He said with a grin. She chuckled.

Mo:“Well, you should be getting going soon, I think Boris is still waiting for you outside.” His eyes widened.

Bendy:“Ha! Oh yeah! Time flies when you’re listening to stories huh?” The two laughed and he left. He looked around for Boris but he was no longer there by the door. He frowned a little looking confused. He looked at his truck but he wasn’t there either.“Boris?” He called. He looked around until he finally saw him giving a poodle back her umbrella. Seems it got caught in the wind he thought.
He smiled.“Aw Bori, you kind hearted son-of-a-gun.” He said to himself and chuckled.“Always helping strangers huh buddy.” He walked towards them but quickly stopped when he could hear them talking. His expression changes from a warm smile to a look of worry and confusion. The woman was giving him a flirty look and his face was more red than usual. He kept telling her jokes
and telling her stories of him and Bendy’s adventures together. She giggled a lot. It was starting to get on the demon’s nerves.It was odd though, he had never felt this way before. Just seeing someone else acting like that to Boris just made him feel bitter. He didn’t understand why but he wanted to pull him away from her as far as possible. Boris finally stops talking to her and turns
around only to find Bendy. He smiled. Trying to play it off as if nothing happened Bendy thought.

Boris:“Guess what Bendy!” He said happily. Bendy put one hand on his hip and smired.

Bendy:“You got a job as a clown?” He asked, half mocking half joking. Boris shook his head.

Boris:“Nope! I gotta date!” He said and laughed happily. Bendy’s tail dropped to the ground along with his smirk and shoulders.The demon opened his mouth to speak and was ready to argue with him but he couldn’t. Not after when he looked in his eyes. He’s never seen them sparkle like that before. And that smile of his was so different. It was that feeling he had with Scarlet years ago. Bendy slowly smiled.

Bendy:“Oh, that’s great buddy!” He said. Boris was always supportive of him with whatever he wanted to do, it was his turn. Boris went on about the poodle, her name was Abella. She loved travelling to different places. This was her first visit…and apparently, Boris interested her the most. At least that’s what she told him. Bendy wanted to be as happy as Boris was whenever he thought Bendy found someone to be with, so why was this so difficult for him? He thought he was over the whole fear of Boris leaving him forever thing. But maybe he wasn’t. For a couple of nights Boris left Bendy alone at home so he could enjoy his dates with Abella. He didn’t seem to mind too much at first, things were going smoothly. Until she decided to stick around a little longer. She decided to follow them wherever they needed to go for their shows in different places. She said she wouldn’t get in the way, but after at least five shows have passed, instead of going straight to the truck where Bendy was waiting, Boris went to Abella’s car and the two would talk for hours. Bendy would sit there waiting as he smoke three cigars. His smoking became worse after seven more shows. It went from three to nearly twenty cigars.
      Boris came home every morning after their dates ever since their last show. Bendy, trying hard as he could stay happy, began to feel as if the world was crushing him. He felt like Boris was starting to push him away. He felt like he was all alone in the house when he was gone. He even left on a ship for a few days with Abella without telling him. He sincerely apologized for making him worried. He even missed their show a week after. Abella didn’t come over much. Oh gee! Haha, wonder why. Bendy thought to himself with a snarl. Bendy and Abella rarely spoke to each other. Bendy tried but even though the two had the same interests, it was like she was never truly comfortable around him. Mostly when Boris was around. This made Bendy feel worse. Every now and then when something didn’t go right, he would leave ink everywhere he walked. This seemed to gross Abella out and this was the reason she rarely came over to visit. Boris tried to make Bendy feel better but no matter what he said, his words no longer calmed him down. They felt empty. Was this karma? He wondered. Whenever he went chasing after women, going on dates, spending long nights away from home?
                  These thoughts began to trouble the demon and he bit his bottom lip. He slowly curled up into a ball of ink. His tail wrapped around his body as he hugged himself. No matter how much people begged for Bendy to stay he would always say no…..so then why was Boris staying when she asks him to? No matter who he was with, he always picked his best friend over everyone else.

The door slammed shut downstairs. Bendy sat up in his bed with wide eyes. He forced himself to get out of bed and walked down the steps. He took in a deep breath and smiled. The ink quickly dried and he found his friend on the couch. He looked tired. He walked quietly next to him and saw that he had already fallen asleep. Bendy covered him up with a blanket near by and finally felt exhaustion hit him like a train. He slowly got up on the couch and snuggled up to the wolf. He buried his face in his chest. His tail curled around him and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
       He expects to see him gone by tomorrow morning and to be gone for another month with Abella again.

Lovers in the Night

can I just say this is one of my favorite eras? oh, and this is a mob! draco x reader story, which is probably one of my favorites, if I’m entirely honest. 


Smoke. Liquor. Jazz. Platinum.
The thump of the club bumped along with his heart, erasing the day’s troubles and drowning him in amber. Crystal eyes scanned the room, spotting the only woman among a sea of suits. 
They called her ‘Wolfie.’ It was mainly because she worked alone. Well, alone, or with a pack. Born into the mafia scene, she worked her way to the top, learning how to clean a house quicker than ‘Four-Eyed Harry.’ From day one, she sat on the boss’ lap, memorizing each street and gang until she could recognize a fed from his eyes, alone. She was perfect. 
Malfoy took a drag from his cigar, turning to Blaise Zabini, who was carelessly stalking the interaction, as well. They made eye contact with Wolfie, who smirked, turning back to the Irish henchman. ‘So, Mr. Finnigan, what’s a gal gotta do for a drink around here?’ Seamus, also known as ‘Freckle-Face Finnigan,’ was flagging down a bartender, ordering some frivolous, fruity cocktail for the lady in green. She sipped, luxuriously, at the sustenance, trying not to wince at the cheap alcohol. She made eye contact once more with Malfoy, before leaning over the table, giving Finnigan a quick glance at her breasts. ‘I hear you’re selling magic downtown.’ He sucked in a breath, eying her, carefully. ‘Four-Eyed Harry’s got a lead, down there. Apparently, the Mafia is selling all kinds of angel dust, angel face.’ She giggled, popping out a cigarette. A quick match was struck before she slipped the lighter back into her purse. ‘Well, is that Potter man going to stop it?’ He chuckled, ‘I don’t know, sweetheart.’ She sighed, gently bringing the smoke into her fingertips. ‘That’s funny. You should know.’ She looked up, sneering while pressing the tobacco to his arm. ‘You work for him.’ He gasped, attempting to retract his hand, while Y/n clawed at his wrist, keeping him in place. She plastered a plastic grin, keeping eye contact like a hawk. ‘Listen to me carefully, Finnigan. I know you’re working for Potter, and frankly, I don’t like rats.’ He teared, his arms beginning to burn. ‘So, listen to me, and don’t forget one detail. The Riddler doesn’t like to be tricked, Seamus,’ his eyes widened at the use of his name, ‘so I’ll give you one chance. Do you see my buddies over there?’ Seamus turned his head to find Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini sitting in their signature booth, amusement hinted in each stare. ‘They are going to walk out of this club in exactly ninety seconds. You are going to follow them into that alley, and peacefully get into the car parked outside. If you try to escape, or contact any one of your friends, I will personally pop you in the forehead, and leave your remains on your wife’s bed.’ He shivered as she feigned laughing, to not alert anyone’s attention. ‘In thirty seconds you are going to stand up, invite me outside for some fun, and we’re going to walk out of here, pretending I don’t have a gun to your stomach.’ He flinched as he felt the cool metal through his dress shirt. 
‘3…2…1…Walk.’
Shifting through dancers and flirts, the two met blondie and chocolate in the alley outside, Y/n’s heels adjusting to the pavement. Draco smiled, snapping his fingers as the Model 18 Ford rolled up to the sidewalk. Draco whistled at the driver, urging him to pop the trunk. ‘Crabbe, did you get the stains out?’ He shook his head, ‘Sorry, boss, I had to meet with Goyle and Greengrass to talk about the meeting next week.’ Draco sighed, gripping Finnigan’s collar and stuffing a tube sock down his throat. ‘I guess you’ll have to accommodate the smell.’ He shoved the Irishman into the compartment, the stench of day-old blood filling his nose. He began to wretch when Blaise strolled up, a knife pressing to Seamus’ neck. ‘You throw up in the car, and I skin you alive.’ He slammed the trunk, walking up to the shotgun seat, leaving Malfoy and L/n to the back. The Ford drove onto the road, solitude passing in the silence. Draco reached a hand over, gripping Y/n’s with silent comfort. No one said a word as they drove to the city canal, ready for another night of jazz and blues.
‘What are you saying?’ Officer Weasley placed his hands on his head, gripping his apricot locks as if it were a life line. ‘Finnigan’s body washed up this morning! That’s what I’m saying!’ The detective leaned back in his chair, a breath of shock leaving him. ‘We’ll have to send someone else undercover.’ He thought for a moment, before a thought struck. He reached to the telephone on his desk, twisting his secretary’s number. ‘Yes, um, Ginerva? Could you get Officer Granger into my office?’ Weasley spun around, gasping. ‘No…no, you can’t send her-’ ‘Yes, have her here as soon as possible-’ ‘No, please, sir, you can’t-’ ‘Well, get her here, now-’ ‘I SAID NO!’ He looked up through his wiry glasses, a huffing Weasley present. ‘You’ll be sending her into the lion’s den. No one, I mean no one, survives them! Finnigan, Creavey, Thomas, Jordan, they’ve all been shot, drowned, MURDERED! You are not sending Hermione in there!’ He sat in the burgundy chair across from his chief, folding his hands like a prayer. ‘Harry…’ Detective Potter looked up, pain across his face. ‘I have no choice, Ronald. How else are we going to catch them? Look, we’ve been sending all men in there, but we’ve never sent a woman, and no one as smart as Hermione-’ ‘But that will just make it worse!’ Harry squinted his eyes, calculating. ‘Why is that?’ Ronald stood up, pointing to their cork board of evidence. ‘Wolves are protective. Wolves are jealous. Wolves are vicious. A female wolf will always feel threatened if someone tries to steal, or harm, the alpha. We’ve profiled that the alpha to Wolfie is The Riddler, since he raised her, right?’ ‘Right.’ ‘Well, what we haven’t connected are Wolfie and-’ ‘The Cobra.’ They both looked toward a mug shot of the platinum gangster, a smug snarl in his eyes. Harry stood up, matching Ron’s stance, a shocked expression across his face. ‘They’re lovers.’
Draco sat in front of the fire, his legs crossed with laziness. His burnt out cigar was spiraling smoke into the atmosphere, mixing with the flames. His ears turned up at the sound of heels clicking, soon stopping in front of him. His eyes glittered, looking at her hourglass. ‘You know it drives me wild when you wear that.’ She smirked, admiring her lingerie. ‘I’ll never take it off.’ She sat on his lap, twirling his golden silk while sucking on her cherry stained lips. He shifted, gripping her waist and leaning his head on her shoulder. ‘Have you considered my offer?’ Her e/c eyes fell, a sad frown disgracing her pout. ‘You know it would never work, Draco.’ She was the only one who called him that. ‘They would find us in a heartbeat, darling.’ He leaned his head back, neck stretching to watch the shadows chase her cheekbones. ‘I’d love you dead, or alive.’ She grinned, nibbling on the tip of his ear. ‘I can’t fuck you if you’re dead.’ A deep chuckle rang through the empty study, the sounds of kisses and breath occupying their time. They wouldn’t escape the mafia tonight. In fact, they might never escape. In the mean time, they’d kiss and make love in the midnight, forgetting the days ahead.

anonymous asked:

What animals do the NG kids like/dislike and why?

This isn’t really taking into account magical creatures; I was going to do them both at the same time but wasn’t sure if they were really ‘animals’, per se, so I just focused on Muggle ones!

  • Ted:  Hmm. I think Ted likes some dogs (and dogs like him), and that’s probably because his dad was a werewolf. Weirdly, though, he’s scared of actual wolves, but I think that’s because domestic dogs are more gentle pack creatures whereas wolves are vicious
  • Victoire:  She likes pretty, soft animals, like rabbits or some cats. She also likes butterflies and some birds
  • Dominique: She keeps away from most animals. She’s all right with dogs, but her favourite animals (if she had to pick) would be ones that she’d never meet, like wolves
  • Louis: Golden-coloured puppies of any breed, because they’re exactly like him. He likes playing with them
  • James: James likes big, wolf-like dogs, and I’m not sure he has a reason. He doesn’t mind most animals, but small insects make him jump
  • Albus: He likes all animals, and I don’t think he dislikes any. That’s just the way he is!
  • Lily: She loves pugs because she thinks they’re funny, and can’t stand Al’s pet snake (she says it’s gross)
  • Rose: Has a weird thing about ducklings because they remind her of rubber ducks, and she’s not a fan of big birds like swans or geese, either. She’s not fussed about other animals
  • Hugo: I’m not sure about Hugo. I think he’s a fan of a lot of animals because they all teach him something. When he goes to a zoo with his family he likes seeing all animals, but I suppose he likes those exotic creatures more than standard pet animals
  • Molly: Molly has a bond with horses, and treats other big animals (like cows) in kind. She also loves cats. Weirdly, even though she ends up playing for the Montrose Magpies, she has a thing about real magpies because of superstition. She also likes giant pandas as well
  • Lucy: Rabbits, mice and small animals like that are the ones she likes best. I think she’s too curious about the world to dislike animals. She’s also fascinated by frogs
  • Fred: Pigs, because they’re funny and like to roll around in mud; tigers, because they remind him of his sister; hippos, because they’re sluggish and appear lazy
  • Roxanne: Roxanne finds owls funny, and she likes goofy animals like meerkats as well. Anything that’s out of the ordinary and a little bit weird, because it makes her laugh
  • Lorcan: Water animals, like dolphins. He’s at home in the sea/ocean, so he has an affinity for those creatures, and he doesn’t really get scared by “terrifying” sea animals, like sharks or the Giant Squid. I think this might be because he likes to surf, so he’s comfortable with water, but it also suits his personality as well
  • Lysander: He doesn’t much like cats or dogs – the former because they have claws and are stand-offish, and the latter because they have a LOT of energy. I suppose his favourite animals would be wizarding creatures since that’s what his family studies, and I don’t think he interacts with Muggle animals enough to have favourites
  • Scorpius: Likewise, Scorpius is too involved with the wizarding world to really know any Muggle animals. That being said, he gets excited when foxes creep into his garden at night and will stay up watching them; he finds it both peaceful and interesting at the same time
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Symbiotic relationship between dogs and humans have been developing for centuries. Dogs are called “man’s best friend” not without a reason, but this relationship has its own nuance. Dogs are former wolves. Wild, vicious and bloodthirsty. At some point, tens of thousands of years ago, some of the less aggressive wolves decided to stay near the tribes of first humans. People started using dogs for work, therefore, their appearance had also changed.

Matthew 7:15-20 (NLT)
“Beware of false prophets who come disguised as harmless sheep but are really vicious wolves. You can identify them by their fruit, that is, by the way they act. Can you pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? A good tree produces good fruit, and a bad tree produces bad fruit. A good tree can’t produce bad fruit, and a bad tree can’t produce good fruit. So every tree that does not produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire. Yes, just as you can identify a tree by its fruit, so you can identify people by their actions.

Matthew 15:12-14
Then the disciples came to him and asked, “Do you realize you offended the Pharisees by what you just said?”

Jesus replied, “Every plant not planted by my heavenly Father will be uprooted, so ignore them. They are blind guides leading the blind, and if one blind person guides another, they will both fall into a ditch.”

2 Corinthians 11:14-15
But I am not surprised! Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no wonder that his servants also disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. In the end they will get the punishment their wicked deeds deserve.

2 Peter 2:1-2
But there were also false prophets in Israel, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will cleverly teach destructive heresies and even deny the Master who bought them. In this way, they will bring sudden destruction on themselves. Many will follow their evil teaching and shameful immorality. And because of these teachers, the way of truth will be slandered.

Matthew 24:24
For false messiahs and false prophets will rise up and perform great signs and wonders so as to deceive, if possible, even God’s chosen ones.

Matthew 7:15
“Beware of false prophets who come disguised as harmless sheep but are really vicious wolves.

Matthew 24:4-5
Jesus told them, “Don’t let anyone mislead you, for many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am the Messiah.’ They will deceive many.

Mark 13:22-23
For false messiahs and false prophets will rise up and perform signs and wonders so as to deceive, if possible, even God’s chosen ones. Watch out! I have warned you about this ahead of time!

1 John 4:1
Dear friends, do not believe everyone who claims to speak by the Spirit. You must test them to see if the spirit they have comes from God. For there are many false prophets in the world.

1 Timothy 4:1
Now the Spirit expressly says that in later times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful spirits and teachings of demons,

There will always be false prophets and false brothers and sisters in the world. The Devil doesn’t want people going to Heaven so he manipulates people into doing his bidding. People might not even notice they’re doing the Devil’s work and in their blindness they will mislead millions/billions of other people as well.

Why follow any religion or religious leader that isn’t following the Bible? The Bible is God’s rules and regulations to which every single person should live by. We will always be sinful creatures, that’s why the Lord in all His mercy has given us the Bible. We now know how we should be living our lives despite of how we “feel” towards one issue or the other. What we feel is right might actually be what God knows for a fact to be wrong. You are not superior to God, you are His creation so always obey the Lord and His Word.

How many people are deceived by “Christian” denominations that tells us that it’s okay to pray for the intercession of angels or saints; or it’s okay to worship idols; or tell their members the Bible is “incomplete” hence they should read additional books; or misleading their members by telling them it’s perfectly okay to live a gay lifestyle; or telling women can be pastors/ministers; or tell their members that Jesus wasn’t the Messiah; or trying to convince people that aliens made the human race; or tell them that humans evolved over millions of years from animals and so on? Beware of following any religion that doesn’t tell you exactly what the Bible instructs us to do in life and what the Bible tells us what to believe and how to behave in this life. Beware of any religion that allows you to live your life the way you want to live rather than the way God wants you to live your life.

Some within the Christian community only see other religions as the enemy, such as Islam, Buddhism, Atheism and so on, but look how fragmented the Christian faith is. With so many denominations and many “celebrity” preachers nowadays misleading millions of Christians around the world, we should be as worried about our own religion as we are of other false religions. This is something Paul talked about in 1 Corinthians 1:10-17 when he spoke about the fragmentation of the Church.

Some religious leaders will mislead you on purpose or without even knowing. It’s up to you to make sure to read His Word and see if what that religious leader is teaching goes against His Word or not. Don’t blindly follow any human being. They might trick you by saying all the right things that you want to hear, saying you could go to Heaven if you sin, and some even go as far as saying that you don’t even need to believe in God and Christ to enter Heaven, such is the case for the Catholic Church when Pope Francis said last year that Atheists can go to Heaven even if they die in disbelief of Jesus, as long as they “obey their conscience”. We know that being a good person and doing great works and deeds in this life means absolutely nothing at all without true faith in Christ which will bring forth true repentance of sin. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

But following just one tiny bit of sin doesn’t really matter right? Wrong! Remember what Paul said in 1 Corinthians 5 when it comes to just a “little” sin in your life: “Don’t you realize that this sin is like a little yeast that spreads through the whole batch of dough?” Sin is like an infectious disease, it will spread. It will spread throughout your body and soul and throughout your community if you let it.

Beware of false teachings! Hebrews 13:7 says “Remember your leaders who taught you the word of God. Think of all the good that has come from their lives, and follow the example of their faith.” Our “leaders” must always be teaching the Word of God, otherwise you will be following a false doctrine. Beware of religions and religious leaders leading you astray. Don’t just get used to a certain preacher’s way of teaching, nor settle for the message of acceptance that they might teach if it goes against the Word of God. Trust in the Bible, always, regardless what those religious leaders tell you. Make sure whatever they are saying is true to the Word of God.

Matthew 4 and Luke 4 are the biggest eye openers when it comes to false teachings because we learn that the Devil himself is capable of quoting Scripture, as he quoted Psalm 91:11-12 to try to tempt Jesus and it was not so much an incorrect citation as a use in a wrong context (a misapplication of the passage). We can be sure that the devil has memorized the Bible himself, and is an expert at quoting it out of its context to confuse and defeat those he tempts. Sadly, many are willing to believe anyone who quotes from the Bible these days. A preacher can pretty much say whatever he wants if he quotes a few proof-texts, and people will assume that he really speaks from the Bible. It is important for each Christian to know the Bible for themselves and not to be deceived by someone who quotes the Bible but not accurately or with correct application. When in doubt, test the preaching to see if it matches Scripture AND to see if it matches the context of Scripture, as 1 John 4:1 tells us: “Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.” It’s important that every Christian read their Bibles and memorize it and learn from it.

People imagine the Devil as being ugly and having horns and a pointy tail, but remember that he was a powerful angel of God before he fell from Heaven. The Bible tells us in 2 Corinthians 11 that the Devil and other demons can even masquerade as angels of the light: “But I am not surprised! Even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no wonder that his servants also disguise themselves as servants of righteousness.” He will be in the Church, misquoting Scripture and leading millions of people away from righteousness. The Devil isn’t against religion or righteousness, he is against Jesus! A person can be very religious and very righteous and still be misled if they choose to follow a path that lead them away from the Bible and its truths. Christian Atheists as they are called these days are the people believing in God but living their lives as if He doesn’t exist. You can’t be a true Christian if you aren’t willing to follow God’s Word, which is the Bible.

In Mark 5:7, the demons demonstrated that they knew who Jesus was. The demons demonstrate that they can “pray” to Jesus when they “begged Him earnestly”. This shows that you can know who Jesus is and not surrender to Him. You can pray to Him and not surrender to Him. Having faith and knowing who the Lord truly is doesn’t mean you are saved. Surrendering your old life to Him and accepting Him into your heart and following His perfect rules and regulations is what sets you apart from demons.

We must guard ourselves against false prophets by taking heed to the fruit coming from their tree. This means paying attention to several aspects of their life and ministry:

  • We should pay attention to the manner of living a teacher shows. Do they show righteousness, humility and faithfulness in the way they live?
  • We should pay attention to the content of their teaching. Is it true fruit from God’s Word, or is it man-centered, appealing to ears that want to be tickled?
  • We should pay attention to the effect of their teaching. Are people growing in Jesus or merely being entertained, and eventually falling away?

This fruit is the inevitable result of who we are. Eventually - though it may take some time for the harvest to come - the good or bad fruit is evident, revealing what sort of “tree” they are.

Remember the harsh truth that Jesus told us about the difference between the road to Hell and the road to Heaven:

Matthew 7:13-14
“You can enter God’s Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose that way. But the gateway to life is very narrow and the road is difficult, and only a few ever find it.

Remember that “only a few ever find it”! Heaven isn’t for everyone, Hell is. Every single one of us deserve Hell, but because of God’s love towards us He will spare the ones that seek Him and repent of their sins. This is something that absolutely breaks my heart whenever I think of how the vast majority of the planet will choose to go to Hell rather than go to Heaven. People mock and scoff Christianity and once they die they’ll realize the error of their ways but by then it’ll be too late because there are no second chances after death. That’s the whole point of faith! Faith is believing rather than knowing. As Hebrews 11:1 tells us “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

I can only imagine if John the Baptist was around preaching these days. I can only imagine him preaching to people in today’s world as he did in Luke 3. Starting a sermon with “you brood of vipers, why are you here anyways?” would cause a lot of people in that church to be mad at him. But John wasn’t interested in preaching a soft message or in tickling ears. Jesus’ ministry was no picnic either. Jesus Himself was not afraid to discourage potential disciples, as we learn from Luke 9:57-62. At one point the crowd Jesus was preaching to wanted to kill Him because of the truths He spoke about (Luke 4). Unlike many modern evangelists, John the Baptist and our Lord were more interested in quality than in quantity. Not everyone will make it as a disciple and as a follower of Christ and the sad truth is that the vast majority of the people on the planet will go to Hell as our Lord said in Matthew 7:13-14.

How’s the health of people’s faith these days? Would people nowadays be one along the many in the crowd bumping into Jesus and not being healed, or would they be like the woman from Luke 8 that touched the tassel of His clothes and was healed?  When the woman’s miracle was revealed, the people that might have bumped into Jesus probably said, “I bumped into Jesus, I touched Him - yet I was not healed.” But there is a huge difference between bumping into Jesus here and there and reaching out to touch Him in faith. You can come to church week after week and just “bump into” Jesus. That isn’t the same as reaching out to touch Him in faith.

Accept Jesus into your life and follow His commandments and be saved. God died on the cross for you! He died on the cross so you can be saved! Accept Him and His Word into your life and be saved. Trust in His Word to guide you in life. It’s never too late to repent. It doesn’t matter what you might have done in life because once you truly accept Jesus as your savior, you will be a new person and all the wrongdoings you have done in the past are washed clean.

John 3:3-6
Jesus replied, “I tell you the truth, unless you are born again, you cannot see the Kingdom of God.”

“What do you mean?” exclaimed Nicodemus. “How can an old man go back into his mother’s womb and be born again?”

Jesus replied, “I assure you, no one can enter the Kingdom of God without being born of water and the Spirit. Humans can reproduce only human life, but the Holy Spirit gives birth to spiritual life.

If you want a new life in Christ Jesus, ask Him into your heart today. Pray to Him and ask for guidance, wisdom and discernment to know the difference between right and wrong. Only by accepting His perfect rules and regulations you can be saved.

Accept Jesus in your life while you still can. And follow Christ and only Christ. Trust in the Word of God. Trust in His timing. Build a close relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ and pray to have the Holy Spirit convict you of your sins and guide you in life. As the Lord told us in Matthew 3, “Repent of your sins and turn to God.”

anonymous asked:

Can you update the Dom Derek tag if there is one please?

As Luck Would Have It (I’m already smitten) by Whisper91 (7/12 | 47,997 | Rated E)

When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk.

Shibari by Badwolf36 (complete | 5,229 | Rated M)

Derek turns Stiles into his very own living, breathing (and extremely responsive) canvas with some simple twists and knots in a rope.

Playing pet by Therefore_dubious (complete | 2,063 | Rated E)

Derek loves making Stiles wear a collar, maybe even a leash when they have sex. Maybe he likes making him crawl. Loves giving him commands, like ‘roll over’, ‘fetch’, or ‘come’(that one could have two meanings). Calls Stiles his ‘pet’ and tells him that he’s a ‘good boy’. Talk of breeding.

[deleted] The Wolves of Beacon Hill by PoppyHaines (8/? | 18,529 | Rated E)

For years Beacon Hills people have be scared to enter the woods of their small town due to the stories of vicious wolves that had been prowling the woods killing and hunting, but one day Stiles Stilinski goes into the woods and meets a wolf which is more than wolf, he is human as well he realises he is also Stiles’ mate.

Yellow by adelaidebabe (complete | 3,459 | Rated E)

It’s like cold water being splashed on him. The sense of wrong and no comes back so strong it feels almost like a punch to the gut. But Stiles ignores it because he told Derek it would work and he told Derek that he would like it and he told Derek it would be okay; Derek’s okay, Derek’s on board, so he just has to get through it and he can. He knows he can.

My heart is all in tatters, I ain’t nobody’s saint. I’m just trying not to call you, trying not to call you.

And I learned the rules out with the wolves. I’m vicious now, honey, cruel and unprincipled.

With tears in my eyeballs, wine on my lips, uh huh.

—  Gaslight Anthem

It wasn’t all proto-Skyrim action poses.

5 Amazing Performances by Actors Who Weren’t Acting (Part 3)

#5. Conan the Barbarian Tried to Murder Arnold Schwarzenegger; Everybody Else

In one scene, we see the barbarian, Conan (that’s what it says on his license), being chased by vicious wolves. Or, to put it more accurately, in a piece of disturbing candid footage, we see Arnold Schwarzenegger being chased by actual vicious dogs. … It wasn’t just Arnold’s infamous dog-infuriating musk, either: During the scene where Conan’s father is killed by Rottweilers in leather jackets, the actor claims that they were actually mauling him pretty bad, and one was trying to get at his throat. Luckily, the director yelled cut just before the dog sank its teeth into his arm and dragged him 50 feet.

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