Everyone Pray For The People On Ocean Gate's Titan. Just On Sunday, The Submarine Descended Two Miles

Everyone pray for the people on Ocean Gate's Titan. Just on Sunday, the submarine descended two miles below the water to take a tour of the Titanic. Each of the five members paid 250,000 dollars for this trip that has just become a nightmare.

The submarine has gone missing and though teams are racing to find them in the dark, rough, high pressure ocean, they are beginning to believe that they may be too late. Earlier, it was estimated that the submarine has at least 30 hours of oxygen left. Banging can be heard in the area where they went missing.

Among them exists the CEO for this company, a british business man, a French Diver, and a Pakistani businessman and his young adult son.

The odds are not in their favor, but they aren't done fighting yet. Pray for the people on the Titan and most of all, pray that this will be an eye opening event for them. Pray that though almost all of them have a different native tongue, the gospel will be shared and they will be saved. They might not live much longer, but they can still have eternal life after death.

MBTI Types as Michael Scott Quotes

ENFJ: “Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked, but it’s not like this compulsive need to be liked, like my need to be praised.

INFJ: “Society teaches us that having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that’s baloney, because grief isn’t wrong. There’s such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown.”

ENFP: “Sometimes I’ll start a sentence, and I don’t even know where it’s going. I just hope I find it along the way.”

INFP: “Well, well, well, how the turntables...”

ENTJ: “The only time I set the bar low is for limbo.”

INTJ:  “Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don’t know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I’ll hit somebody with my car. So sue me.”

ENTP: “I saved a life. My own. Am I a hero?… I really can’t say, but yes!”

INTP: “My philosophy is, basically this. And this is something that I live by. And I always have. And I always will. Don’t, ever, for any reason, do anything, to anyone, for any reason, ever, no matter what, no matter where, or who you are with, or, or where you are going, or, or where you’ve been. Ever. For any reason. Whatsoever.”

ESFJ: “Yes, it is true. I, Michael Scott, am signing up with an online dating service. Thousands of people have done it, and I am going to do it. I need a username. And I have a great one. Little Kid Lover. That way people will know exactly where my priorities are at.”

ISFJ: “I love inside jokes. I hope to be a part of one someday.”

ESFP:  “Sometimes you have to take a break from being the kind of boss that’s always trying to teach people things. Sometimes you just have to be the boss of dancing.”

ISFP: “I am Beyoncé, always.”

ESTJ:  “Toby is in HR, which technically means he works for corporate. So he’s not really a part of our family. Also, he’s divorced, so he’s not really a part of his family.”

ISTJ:  “You know what they say? Fool me once, strike one but fool me twice.... strike three.”

ESTP: “Two weeks ago, I was in the worst relationship of my life. She treated me poorly, we didn’t connect, I was miserable. Now, I am in the best relationship of my life, with the same woman. Love is a mystery.”

ISTP:  “Friends joke with one another. Hey, you’re poor. Hey, your momma’s dead. That’s what friends do.”

One of my favorite poems ~

The Problem with Smut/Lemons

So I see a lot of these everywhere, and I just feel the need to speak out about something.

Now I understand why people write and read these, but these type of fics just come to a point where it's not okay.

Occasionally I'll see fanfictions that have rape or sex slave kinks with x reader fanfiction. It's not glamorous or okay to imagine being sexually violated. Sure, it may seem "okay," because you like that fictional character, but what if it really happened? IRL?

I know people, myself included, who have experienced some level of sexual violation and it's very traumatizing. To glorify it in this way, with fanfiction, personally annoys me. I respect everyone's freedom to read and write what they want, but we have to be careful about what we're promoting as a community. Especially in light of all the date rape and misogynistic issues we face today. Is this really something we want to be promoting? Why not write about respectable men who respect women?

Not to mention, isn't it disrespectful to the actors who play these characters? Imagine if you were an actress and you found out that men were masturbating to your photos or imagining f-ing you. If you feel uncomfortable when you get cat-called in the street or stared at by men, you ought to be HORRIFIED at these fics, in my opinion.

I just ask that everyone who sees this will try to think about this message and contemplate my point... pls. Have a nice night.

Edward Nygma x Reader x Harvey Dent - Part Two

(Just for fun.)

After you both came home from a long day at work, you hopped into the shower while Edward went into the kitchen to make dinner. Less than half an hour later, he heard a ringtone coming from the living room and looked over his shoulder to see your phone lying on the coffee table, unguarded.

A spark of curiosity appeared in Edward, although he didn't want to disrespect your privacy. He turned his head and stared at the hallway that you had disappeared into earlier, holding his breath to hear whether or not the shower was still running. It was, and hesitantly, Edward walked over to the coffee table. He looked at the caller ID and was extremely displeased to see that it was Harvey Dent. He wasn't surprised though. You both had been going out a lot recently. Sometimes Harvey would come over and Edward would do everything he could to make sure you and Harvey were never together alone.

"Mr. Dent!" Edward had answered your call on impulse, faking a friendly tone. "How are you?"

Edward heard a scoff on the other end of the line. "Nygma.." The barely concealed annoyance in Harvey's voice suggested that he was expecting this. "You know, I don't think (Y/n) would be very pleased if she knew that you were answering her calls now too."

"Well, thank you for your concern, but we're enjoying a nice and quiet evening at home and she didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment." Edward lied. "Oh! (Y/n), do you mind putting another log in the fire?" He talked to you as if you were there.

"Yeah, Nygma, very funny. I know what you're trying to do. I see the way you look at her and I know that you like her, but guess what? I like her too, and she likes me. When will you accept that?" The way Harvey's voice softened made Edward clench his fist and glare at nothing in particular. It was as if Harvey was explaining something to an incompetent child.

"It's rather bold of you to assume that (Y/n)-" Edward was interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open. Quickly, he hung up, leaving your phone where he found it and going back into the kitchen as if he was only cooking the entire time.

"Hey, Ed," you greeted him.

"Hello, (Y/n)!" He smiled.

You picked up your phone. "Did I get any calls? Harvey's supposed to be calling tonight."

Edward would have said no, but your call history would say otherwise. "Yes, he did. I told him that you were unavailable at the moment and he said he would call again later." Another lie.

"Oh.. well, thank you."

"You're absolutely welcome." Edward smirked to himself.

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After dinner, Edward put on your favorite show and set out your favorite snacks to go with it. He knew almost everything about you - the things you loved and the things that made your blood boil. He knew you much better than Harvey Dent did.

Edward sat back on the couch, smiling whenever he saw you looking at your phone, waiting for a call that would never come. This way, maybe you would realize how much disappointment awaited you in your possible future. Being the District Attorney, Harvey would never be able to give you the attention you deserved. Maybe you would realize that you needed someone who valued you and put you first. Someone who loved you not just for your pretty face, but your mind.

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It was a weekend, two in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Edward stood up to answer it, rolling his hands into fists when he opened the door to see Harvey Dent. "Mr. Dent, please come in," he sighed. But Harvey didn't even wait for Edward to finish, he was already walking into the apartment.

"Mr. Nygma. We need to talk."

"Do we?" Edward walked away into the living room as if he had something better to do. But he was followed by Harvey who was wearing a serious and focused expression that he probably also wore in court. Edward paused, standing still as he crossing his arms, looking quite uncomfortable.

"I'm getting tired of this game and I want it to stop." Harvey began.

Is he going to stop seeing (Y/N)? Edward thought. His forced, polite smile became real for a moment.

"Today, I'm going to make it official and ask her if we could start a serious relationship. If you truly care about her, you'll respect that."

"Of course." Edward seethed. How dare he! But soon the anger was replaced by disappointment and hurt. Was he really losing you so quickly?

"Good." Harvey lightly smiled and slapped Edward on the back.

Just at the right moment, you walked into the apartment, just returning from the grocery store. You set down the bags and looked surprised when you noticed them. "Harvey? What are you doing here?"

"We have a date today." He walked towards you with a dreamy smile. "You didn't get my text?"

Edward casually took a sip from his coffee. He had deleted that text from your phone.

"No, I didn't." You looked confused and embarrassed. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Do you still want to go? I was just thinking we could stop by that one ice cream place and walk around the city."

"Yeah, that sounds fun." You smiled.

Edward walked up to you two. "(Y/N), I want you to know that Harvey and I have worked things out and we're on good terms now."

"Oh, that's great!" You were very aware that he didn't like Harvey. It was obvious. And although you tried to be courteous, Edward's consistent interruptions of your and Harvey's time together and the "discreet" rivalry between the two men became vexing after a while.

"Right, Harvey?" Edward called him by his first name, getting a strange look in return.

"Yes. He respects that we're dating and understands that you are an independent woman who can make her own decisions," Harvey told you, but it was directed more to Edward as a warning. "Anyway... shall we go?" Harvey let out one of his warm smiles and grabbed your hand.

"Yeah, let's go." Edward put his arms around your and Harvey's shoulders, making sure that he was in between you both.

If you and Harvey were going to go out, Edward had to at least tag along. He would make sure that Harvey would never ask you to be his girlfriend and he would make sure that this date was the least romantic one you've ever had.

The three of you headed out the door, confusion written on your face and annoyance written on Harvey's.

Part One

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