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I get so weak in the knees 😝🙈

isn’t he the cutest ? Omg 😩 I just love his sexy ass !!! 🤤

GUESS WHOS SEEING MICKY IN JUNE BABY

now I will go to some place that I know where things don’t start just to end

hollywood - mike nesmith / head (1968)

I love the idea of praying for everyone

I'm a Catholic (I swear I'm not that different from the rest of you Christians; we are siblings in Christ after all), and recently I've been thinking more on theology and how to explain my beliefs to someone whose beliefs differ, such as other denominations. More on that:

First, I'd love to bring to mind the analogy that Christianity and its denominations are like a stained glass window. Some denominations get some light, but not all of it, meaning that those who believe something slightly different are not wrong, per se, they're simply less clued into God's plan and Church.

Now, this is not a conversion post, or an apologetics post, I just wanted to share something that I've found interesting in my deepening look into theology.

To start from the beginning, I'm pretty sure most Christians believe in a Heaven and a Hell. A common misconception, however, is that they are places; they're more states of existence. Just the same as you are alive or dead, you are in Heaven or Hell.

Now, once you get into the theology of Heaven and Hell, a thought comes to mind: Why would a God, who loves us all so much so that he gave us free will and died for us, condemn us to eternal suffering? This then leads to the realisation that since Hell is a complete absence of God, one would have to renounce God and all His works even after death to be put in Hell. Basically, you have to put yourself there. You don't 'go to hell' for being a bad person. You get yourself in Hell by telling God no.

Next, there's this little nag that one may get after realising this. What if God provides you with a chance to say yes to Him? What if He grants you all the knowledge of who He is and how much He loves you so that you may choose Him at last? This is something that I find very beautiful. They say suicide is a sin. It is. But God is not going to condemn you forever for stealing a piece of cake, let alone any other sin. So I believe that even if one commits suicide, even if one throws their gift of life away only to enter a land not controlled by physical enjoyment and physical suffering with a chance of begetting suffering unimaginable to us on Earth, God will still give them a chance: He will stop the passing of time for you, give you as much time as you want to decide, to see His face and feel the love coming from Him. It is then up to you.

And so, with all this in mind, there is very well the chance that nobody is in Hell. There's a chance that God gave wisdom to all those who knew not what they do, solace to those who felt uncomfortable and unloved, and a God to those who felt alone.

To wrap this up, there's this one motion that was thought up, causing the stingy Christians to question their ideals and how open to loving everyone they really are. That motion is the idea to pray that everyone is in Heaven. To pray that even the worst of souls here on Earth saw redemption and took it, leading to another brother or sister of us to live in union with God eternally.

I think that's really beautiful. And it fascinates me that some people find it hard to choose a God like this. I don't blame them, for we all have doubt, and sometimes it fills us too far. But I still pray every day that everyone gets to see God's face forever.

Stay safe y'all, and don't forget that: you're loved and you're not perfect. It's human to sin, and God-given to get back up.

Banana Pudding Ice Cream (No-Churn!)

my school blocked their own website 💀

Part 4 of the college au :) enjoy! Feel free to like comment & reblog

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Part 3

Just great. His voice replayed over and over in your mind. Tell y’er friend I said thank you. How you wanted to bury yourself in a pile of blankets and not come out your room. But classes continued, your human needs existed and that meant coming out briefly.

You’d seen him a few times after that throughout the week, but never said anything. He would watch you, leaning against the wall by his door, long legs shifting. He’d lean his weight onto one leg, arms crossed. His boots were worn and distressed.

Apart of you felt bad for avoiding him but you couldn’t stop your face from turning red each time you remembered the moment. You sighed, opening your door with your keys, glancing at his behind you. His door was shut.

Thank god, didn’t need to see the brute.

You sigh softly and come in, immediately hit with a blast of cold air. Of course—you caught something briefly on the news channel that a cold front was coming in as late October approached. You shuddered, hugging your bare arms close to you. You then stared at the window, approaching your desk and setting your water bottle down.

“Damn thing…” You muttered under your breath. Once again you climbed up on the old school heater, it was off. It was boxed off by wood and had slits to release heat—so standing on it was fine. You grunted, hands desperately trying to push down on the steel.

Nothing. It creaked if anything.

You groaned in frustration, pensive for a moment. You’d know you’d have to get someone to fix this.

But not your mosquito of a friend.

And that’s how you know found yourself sulking like a puppy in front of Simons door. Well, now his name was Simon. You could see the little Ghost character with his name on the door, the RA probably made that for him. A grin itched at your lip—thinking he’d seen it and left it there.

But the sulking returned once you realized you had to ask for help, so you sighed and rolled your eyes. You raised your hand to knock, hearing nothing.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” You called out.

No response.

You bit at your lip, shifting awkwardly on your feet. Maybe he was avoiding you—or maybe he wasn’t there. You decided to wrap it up, arm moving back to your side.

“What’re ya doin’?” You hear a gruff voice from behind. Hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you spun around to see the tall Brit present, moving stealthily like a ghost. You hadn’t even heard his footsteps.

Your heart rate spiked. “I-I was—“ You stammered.

Simon dragged his eyes over your form slowly, taking you in. He then tipped hair head up slightly in a “aha,” manner. His large hands fumbled for his keys, hanging off a keychain that said “Team 141,” on it. You noticed it but didn’t ask.

“I had a feelin’ you’d come crawlin’ back. Aftah’ avoidin’ me for a week.” He said, snapping you out your observation.

You moved aside when he gestured with his key, to his door, brow raised.

Almost like: You’re blocking the way, lass.

You bit the inside of your cheek and moved, crossing your arms.

“I wasn’t avoiding you…okay maybe I was. Can you blame me?” You then caved in, raising a brow at him and shoving your back to the wall. You could hear the jam of the keys as he eased it into the lock, wrist turning to open it. He then cast a sideways glance at you before resting his bag on the table, shifting. He tore his jacket off, hanging it on the hook. Underneath we wore a black button up, and his usual cargo pants.

“I don’t blame ya fer’ talkin’ bout me.” He said, lip itching to grin sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and he found himself gazing at you, as you leaned on his doorway, shoulder leaning on the frame. Your hair traveled down. Smooth skin peaked out from under the sweater you wore.

“Figured your like Uncle Sam. You never let anyone go a day without your teasing.” You scoffed lightly, although amusement striking your eyes as you stared at him. Something in his gaze pierced you and you found yourself shifting, moving off the frame to look at your open door. A cold chill blew.

“You know my window is a piece of shit.”

“And you want me to fix it, aye? Is that wot am’ hearin’?”

Now you could hear the grin in his voice. He was practically purring like a cat at your demise. You tap your finger in irritation against your arm and released a sigh through your nose, looking at him.

“Yes. There. You heard it right. Congrats for passing your hearing test.”

Finally, after a hidden grin, he came out the room after resting his balaclava mask on the desk. He revealed his rugged fired face, eye bags under and red. Purplish even. As you gazed at him when he walked by into your room—you couldn’t help but wonder if the man slept. He looked dead. His hair was a rugged mess, as he had a low taper fade. He ought to cut it again—it was growing long, he could sense your gaze on it.

He then pushed your door open, head almost brushing the top of the door frame. Broad back tilting to sliver in. Fuck. He was tall—you thought, following after him. You barely even reached halfway at the door. Even had to tiptoe to look out the peephole.

“Ah. There she is.” He said at the window, although his eyes said otherwise. As you were behind him he took sight of your room. It was simple, some blankets piles on your bed unfolded, pillows pink. String lights hung from the ceiling, pipe to pipe. Some bobo thin scarves were used to create a little hanging nest, where your plushies rested.

“What a dungeon ya got.” He commented shamelessly, the brute man not even needing to stand on the heater to raise his arms. Muscles flexed as he pressed his hands down on the steel, immediately bringing down the window. His pants tightened around his thighs, from leaning forward, leg bumping the edge of your desk.

A huge creak was heard.

“So you were lookin’ around?” You teased, smirking behind him. You couldn’t help but also take advantage of the view as well, whilst he did too.

And the view was looking mighty damn fine.

“It just happened to be there.” He muttered, then stepped back. He left a gap in the window for air circulation, your box fan spinning loudly. He sighed and wiped his dusty hands on his pants then turned around to look at you, the light exposure behind him. His hair glowed, face shadowed giving him a rougher look.

“I’ll be seeing ya then.” He would mutter, arm brushing yours when he walked past. Again, you felt the sparks and you straightened up, turning around to face him as his back tilted again to leave. His fingers brushed your door knob.

“Get some sleep, you look dead.”

You said, which earned you a smooth baritone chuckle. The door then shut softly.

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals.

WOOHOO am I excited to post this.

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moot just showed me what’s going on with riize on twitter and oh my god akgaes and sasaengs will NOT let our boys live oh my god ??? and now they’re starting a rumor that Sungchan and Eunseok have beef ?

….but we Riize yall

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uhhh wtf did I just do

OMG OMGGGGG THE NEW EP OMGGGGGVDHDH OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD GUYSSSSSSS BROOOOOO OMG OMG NO FUCKING WAY JAW ON THE FLOOR I SCREAMED. IN CLASS. BROOOO WTFFFFF NOOOOOO WTF WTF THAT ENDING???? HELLO???? WE’RE NOT BUNGOVER???

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

okay so m is a professional athlete who just got traded to a new team and on his first night out in his new city he meets f (who he thinks is just a normal local girl) and they immediately have tons of chemistry and f is extremely sweet but has a lot of spark ? and m would normally just want to have sex and ditch but m is really taken with f so they just go home and actually cuddle and talk and fall asleep together ? and f kinda puts together who when she wakes up the next morning in his bed so she leaves immediately ,,, and m is upset and thinks its really weird, but he goes into his first practice and sees f in the parking lot dropping off her dad who is the coach . and just sneaking around and general angst proceeds because they really like each other but her dad has one rule, a very strict no dating his players rule !! 

Holding hands is so romantic, isn't? Uncensored on Tw and Ao3

another commission!! my rates are $30 for one character or $40 for two, you should commission me i’ll draw your otp

I'M DYING- SO PRETTY. AAAAAHAHAHA!

*SQUEAL* YOU DREW HER SO PRETTY- I LOVE IT SM!! TY! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

SIS I DREW IT! LOL!!!!

Hope you like it sis/@sulykari !!!

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