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Oct. 7th, 2017
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Warnings: forced marriage, because Graves is a selkie; and abusive relationship, because Grindelwald is the husband.
Newt thinks it a shame that the man with the dark eyes is so sad. He stands in the dead of night, staring at the horizon, at the reflection of the moon on the distant waves, at the seafoam gathering on the rocks below. Once or twice he looks like he might leap - but then the lamp in the front window of his house lights up, and his eyes close and he shudders, turning away from the water, trudging toward the little cabin he shares with his white-haired husband.
He could be beautiful if he would only smile. His pain holds no attraction for Newt; only the promise of seeing him bloom. When Newt steps beside him, his eyes avert, as though he knows who he is addressing. As though he knows what Newt could do, though no human should.
“I offer my respects to the King of the Summer Court,” he murmurs, his head bowed. His voice would be carried away on the wind if Newt did not command the air to still. “Long may you reign.”
“You are not one of mine,” says Newt, watching him out of the corner of his eye.
“No, Your Majesty,” says the man. “I fear I am ruled by another. Please forgive me, I must go.”
He hurries away, and Newt catches a glimpse of a shadow moving behind the curtains. Next time, he checks the house is empty before he appears. The man startles when Newt offers a carnation, grown in seconds before his eyes.
“I have nothing with which to repay your kindness,” he says. “I cannot accept.”
“Give me a name I may call you,” says Newt. He smiles when his fingers brush Percival’s as the flower passes between them. The conversation flows easier between them after until Percival must leave.
Some weeks go by, and Percival does not appear again by the water. When he does, there is an angry tension to him, and Newt grows him a rose free of thorns, a lovely shade of red to show his intentions.
“Tell me what pains you,” says Newt, and Percival grimaces but complies, his fingers running along the stem and around the outermost petals.
“He is a cruel man and a brute,” says Percival. “But I cannot leave him.”
Newt doesn’t understand, but the ways of men are strange to him. He heals Percival of his bruises, and the matter does not come up again across their strange friendship until the night Percival stumbles out to the waves, his arm bent at an unnatural angle even cradled to his chest. Rage rises in Newt’s chest at the sight of him, and the daffodil he grows drips sap from the cut edge.
“Tell me I can make sure he never touches you again,” he seethes, because it has been a year and Percival has not smiled once. The solstice is approaching, and his power itches to be used under his skin.
“I can’t leave him,” says Percival, even once his arm is fixed.
“He’s going to leave you,” says Newt, and after a long moment, Percival gives a tiny nod and begins to cry.
He doesn’t understand until after the white-haired monster is dead and he sees the fur locked in a clear box, displayed over the fireplace. He wishes he’d taken his time exacting justice. With a thought, he breaks open the lock, and then he returns to the beach below where Percival waits. As soon as he comes into view, Percival curls into himself, stifiling a moan of despair. Newt sinks to his knees beside him.
“Is there any price I could pay to see my skin returned?” Percival asks at last, more resigned than Newt has ever seen him. So close to the object of his deepest desire, and yet unable to take it for himself.
“None,” says Newt, “save the promise that perhaps you might think of me every so often once you have returned to your home.”
He lays the fur in Percival’s lap -
- and Percival smiles.
(Carnations for affection, roses for love, and daffodils because those fuckers will kill every other flower in an arrangement if you don’t get the sap out first.)
Warnings: forced marriage, because Graves is a selkie; and abusive relationship, because Grindelwald is the husband.
Newt thinks it a shame that the man with the dark eyes is so sad. He stands in the dead of night, staring at the horizon, at the reflection of the moon on the distant waves, at the seafoam gathering on the rocks below. Once or twice he looks like he might leap - but then the lamp in the front window of his house lights up, and his eyes close and he shudders, turning away from the water, trudging toward the little cabin he shares with his white-haired husband.
He could be beautiful if he would only smile. His pain holds no attraction for Newt; only the promise of seeing him bloom. When Newt steps beside him, his eyes avert, as though he knows who he is addressing. As though he knows what Newt could do, though no human should.
“I offer my respects to the King of the Summer Court,” he murmurs, his head bowed. His voice would be carried away on the wind if Newt did not command the air to still. “Long may you reign.”
“You are not one of mine,” says Newt, watching him out of the corner of his eye.
“No, Your Majesty,” says the man. “I fear I am ruled by another. Please forgive me, I must go.”
He hurries away, and Newt catches a glimpse of a shadow moving behind the curtains. Next time, he checks the house is empty before he appears. The man startles when Newt offers a carnation, grown in seconds before his eyes.
“I have nothing with which to repay your kindness,” he says. “I cannot accept.”
“Give me a name I may call you,” says Newt. He smiles when his fingers brush Percival’s as the flower passes between them. The conversation flows easier between them after until Percival must leave.
Some weeks go by, and Percival does not appear again by the water. When he does, there is an angry tension to him, and Newt grows him a rose free of thorns, a lovely shade of red to show his intentions.
“Tell me what pains you,” says Newt, and Percival grimaces but complies, his fingers running along the stem and around the outermost petals.
“He is a cruel man and a brute,” says Percival. “But I cannot leave him.”
Newt doesn’t understand, but the ways of men are strange to him. He heals Percival of his bruises, and the matter does not come up again across their strange friendship until the night Percival stumbles out to the waves, his arm bent at an unnatural angle even cradled to his chest. Rage rises in Newt’s chest at the sight of him, and the daffodil he grows drips sap from the cut edge.
“Tell me I can make sure he never touches you again,” he seethes, because it has been a year and Percival has not smiled once. The solstice is approaching, and his power itches to be used under his skin.
“I can’t leave him,” says Percival, even once his arm is fixed.
“He’s going to leave you,” says Newt, and after a long moment, Percival gives a tiny nod and begins to cry.
He doesn’t understand until after the white-haired monster is dead and he sees the fur locked in a clear box, displayed over the fireplace. He wishes he’d taken his time exacting justice. With a thought, he breaks open the lock, and then he returns to the beach below where Percival waits. As soon as he comes into view, Percival curls into himself, stifiling a moan of despair. Newt sinks to his knees beside him.
“Is there any price I could pay to see my skin returned?” Percival asks at last, more resigned than Newt has ever seen him. So close to the object of his deepest desire, and yet unable to take it for himself.
“None,” says Newt, “save the promise that perhaps you might think of me every so often once you have returned to your home.”
He lays the fur in Percival’s lap -
- and Percival smiles.
(Carnations for affection, roses for love, and daffodils because those fuckers will kill every other flower in an arrangement if you don’t get the sap out first.)
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rumpling:
castlevaniaaaa for inktober 2017 day 6
I’m - not quite certain what’s going on here? Is Alucard a vampire, and Trevor and Sypha werewolves? (Oh, that would make for such a good story - Trevor’s all on his own, his pack long dead, a literal lone wolf. And then he meets Sypha, of the Speaker-pack, who - are kind to him, but it’s always very clear that he’s an outsider. He’s not One Of Them. Except - except. Except then there’s Sypha, and she’s traveling with him, and there’s Alucard, and - well, he’s a vampire (Half! Alucard squawks), and it’s not a pack but he’s not alone.)
(And there’s also some of Alucard being prejudiced against werewolves because of the hereditary antagonism between werewolves and vampires - Dracula probably didn’t help with that. Werewolves call vampires ‘leeches’, whereas vampires have nicknamed them ‘mutts’. Except Alucard only knows about Trevor. He doesn’t pick up on anything being out of the ordinary with Sypha until she throws something at his head, bares her fangs, and makes it blindingly obvious - at which point in time Alucard has to start rethinking some aspects of his life. In depth. Trevor, meanwhile, thinks this is the most hilarious thing ever.)
@nestophersherb
rumpling:
castlevaniaaaa for inktober 2017 day 6
I’m - not quite certain what’s going on here? Is Alucard a vampire, and Trevor and Sypha werewolves? (Oh, that would make for such a good story - Trevor’s all on his own, his pack long dead, a literal lone wolf. And then he meets Sypha, of the Speaker-pack, who - are kind to him, but it’s always very clear that he’s an outsider. He’s not One Of Them. Except - except. Except then there’s Sypha, and she’s traveling with him, and there’s Alucard, and - well, he’s a vampire (Half! Alucard squawks), and it’s not a pack but he’s not alone.)
(And there’s also some of Alucard being prejudiced against werewolves because of the hereditary antagonism between werewolves and vampires - Dracula probably didn’t help with that. Werewolves call vampires ‘leeches’, whereas vampires have nicknamed them ‘mutts’. Except Alucard only knows about Trevor. He doesn’t pick up on anything being out of the ordinary with Sypha until she throws something at his head, bares her fangs, and makes it blindingly obvious - at which point in time Alucard has to start rethinking some aspects of his life. In depth. Trevor, meanwhile, thinks this is the most hilarious thing ever.)
@nestophersherb
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goluckydanny:
goluckydanny:
Help if you can (renewed)
Hey everyone, this is a newer version of the help if you can post. The other one has been floating around for quite some time now but has not been bringing in a lot of donations despite what the notes might tell you.
So here I am making a new help if you can post.
I’m Danny and I’m 17 years old. I am a Dutch citizen and I live in the Netherlands. I am a trans guy in an abusive household and it’s the only situation I’ve lived in.
This is a recent picture of me. I’m depressed but I’m still smiling despite everything I’ve been through because I can’t afford to lose my happiness.
So to give you a bit of history and what has been happening..
My mom has had something against since I was very young. She’ll deny it and say it ain’t so but once you see how we interact you can tell it’s not a new thing. Now some of the punishments she used to give were horrible and should have never happened. She made me stand outside without a stitch of clothing on to teach me a lesson, she has hit and slapped more times then I’ll be able to count in my life time. She has hit me with my own crutches and has invaded my privacy more than a few times. She has gone through my phone, through my notebooks and my laptop.
She is a huge lgbt phobic person. She has threatened to poison one of her kids if they turned out anything then straight. Me being trans and bisexual has certainly made me fear for my life in her hands. She has often said she wished she had aborted me and thinks I’m a huge disappointment.
She has no respect for my gender and is convinced that it’s western culture turning me into a trans person. She misgenders me and has no plans to accept me as her son.
This is why I’m on tumblr asking for donations and for a little bit of help. I need stuff to relieve dysphoria and money.
Certain things I need are: binders, swim binders, boxers etc anything that could relieve dysphoria is a blessing in my book. I also just need donations.. I’m trying to save up so I can leave this house but I have bills to pay. Bills such as: healthcare, phone bills, college education and rent when it comes to that. I have a small job but it doesn’t pay very well no matter how hard I work.
I have a paypal account that you could send money to and please even a dollar could help out. If you can spare a dollar please do so I would really appreciate it
Here is the account information:
http://ift.tt/2y8u6u5
Thank you for reading and please reblog
So my mom says that I need to contribute money for food in the house or I won’t eat. Please donate what you can. I really can’t afford to not eat I have school please.
goluckydanny:
goluckydanny:
Help if you can (renewed)
Hey everyone, this is a newer version of the help if you can post. The other one has been floating around for quite some time now but has not been bringing in a lot of donations despite what the notes might tell you.
So here I am making a new help if you can post.
I’m Danny and I’m 17 years old. I am a Dutch citizen and I live in the Netherlands. I am a trans guy in an abusive household and it’s the only situation I’ve lived in.
This is a recent picture of me. I’m depressed but I’m still smiling despite everything I’ve been through because I can’t afford to lose my happiness.
So to give you a bit of history and what has been happening..
My mom has had something against since I was very young. She’ll deny it and say it ain’t so but once you see how we interact you can tell it’s not a new thing. Now some of the punishments she used to give were horrible and should have never happened. She made me stand outside without a stitch of clothing on to teach me a lesson, she has hit and slapped more times then I’ll be able to count in my life time. She has hit me with my own crutches and has invaded my privacy more than a few times. She has gone through my phone, through my notebooks and my laptop.
She is a huge lgbt phobic person. She has threatened to poison one of her kids if they turned out anything then straight. Me being trans and bisexual has certainly made me fear for my life in her hands. She has often said she wished she had aborted me and thinks I’m a huge disappointment.
She has no respect for my gender and is convinced that it’s western culture turning me into a trans person. She misgenders me and has no plans to accept me as her son.
This is why I’m on tumblr asking for donations and for a little bit of help. I need stuff to relieve dysphoria and money.
Certain things I need are: binders, swim binders, boxers etc anything that could relieve dysphoria is a blessing in my book. I also just need donations.. I’m trying to save up so I can leave this house but I have bills to pay. Bills such as: healthcare, phone bills, college education and rent when it comes to that. I have a small job but it doesn’t pay very well no matter how hard I work.
I have a paypal account that you could send money to and please even a dollar could help out. If you can spare a dollar please do so I would really appreciate it
Here is the account information:
http://ift.tt/2y8u6u5
Thank you for reading and please reblog
So my mom says that I need to contribute money for food in the house or I won’t eat. Please donate what you can. I really can’t afford to not eat I have school please.
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luneintrigante:
rudeartheaux:
bettiefatal:
buckobarns:
This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat
I just think he’s cute
luneintrigante:
rudeartheaux:
bettiefatal:
buckobarns:
This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat
I just think he’s cute
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ablogaboutgodandlove:
ablogaboutgodandlove:
If your Christianity is defined by who you hate, it’s not Christianity
“Whoever says, “I love God,” but hates his brother is a liar. The one who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love the God whom he has not seen.” -
1 John 4:19-20
“He who said he is in the light, and hates his brother, is in darkness.” -
1 John 2:8-11
“Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.” -
1 John 3:14-15
“
You must not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the children of your people, but you must love your neighbor as yourself” - Leviticus 19:17-18
“Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” - Proverbs 10:12
“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loves is born of God, and knows God.” - 1 John 4:7
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.” -
Ephesians 4:31
Says who? Says the bible, my friend.
ablogaboutgodandlove:
ablogaboutgodandlove:
If your Christianity is defined by who you hate, it’s not Christianity
“Whoever says, “I love God,” but hates his brother is a liar. The one who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love the God whom he has not seen.” -
1 John 4:19-20
“He who said he is in the light, and hates his brother, is in darkness.” -
1 John 2:8-11
“Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.” -
1 John 3:14-15
“
You must not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the children of your people, but you must love your neighbor as yourself” - Leviticus 19:17-18
“Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” - Proverbs 10:12
“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loves is born of God, and knows God.” - 1 John 4:7
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.” -
Ephesians 4:31
Says who? Says the bible, my friend.
50 A Softer World Prompts
Oct. 7th, 2017 06:49 pmvia http://ift.tt/2xq5cSr:
sleepy-skittles:
Send an ask with a number + a ship.
Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees. (Today is the most exciting day of our lives.)
At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better. At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.)
If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)
i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH)
my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)
I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath. (My heart is layers of scar.)
I know your weakness. It’s kisses. You are doomed. (Don’t worry. We’re all doomed eventually.)
Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)
CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP NOT SURE HOW TO STOP (WHY STOP)
When you touch me, my mind is gone. The only words I know are lost inside your body. (right in there.)
hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)
It’s a full moon. I bought some rope and handcuffs to bring to bed tonight. (beware the moon.)
You aren’t really a good person, but god damn, you make bad look awesome. (no one could steer me right, but mama tried.)
I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be. (Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.)
No no, we aren’t breaking up! You didn’t let me finish. I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can do whatever you want to me. (please do.)
I do not believe in love at first sight. But god damn. (Look at you.)
I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good)
When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)
If something seems too good to be true, quick! put it in your mouth! (before anything can go wrong!)
To thine own self be wicked sexy. (And then send pics.)
Today’s a perfect day for naked cuddling. I don’t even care what day it is. Every day is perfect. (I’m gonna spend it with you.)
We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)
I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike. A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home. Do you have a shed?)
This town isn’t big enough for the both of us. Let’s run away together! (Let’s join a street gang! Is NASA recruiting?)
I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)
Our love is like. Our love is only like. (I like you. I don’t LIKE like you.)
I miss doing nothing with you. (I miss not having to pretend to like your family.)
I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away. (it gives me sexual arousal.)
In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house and in that dark, dark house I think we should get drunk and fool around. (I want dirt under my fingernails.)
I love the way your face lights up when someone says, “It might be dangerous.” (I am glad we are friends.)
I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you. I can think up some clever lines, if you’d prefer. But I wanted to say that, first. (None of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)
I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)
When you’re around I don’t know how to hide my feelings. I count in binary, in my head. zero one one zero one one and you count clouds. (while you count clouds)
I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home. (You can’t start a fire without a spark.)
I love you but I don’t love you enough to give up falling in love. (anyway, happy anniversary!)
on the paper, she had written “you” and she told me “that’s a list of the people who are standing too close.” (I ain’t your pal.)
You are the love of my life so far. (Tomorrow’s just a day away.)
There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do. (I love you)
I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore)
I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (That’s the way it crumbles. Cookie-wise.)
I would love you more if you were someone who could love me. (buy your love by playing make believe.)
Fun things to yell during sex: Anything. (he is risen.)
I am writing a book of love poetry for you. For example: “The only reason you could possibly need your music that loud is if you were planning to listen from my apartment. You downstairs motherfuckers.” (Every day I hope to see a moving truck pull in. Or an ambulance.)
when I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kinda horny. (I miss you)
We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building. I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets)
If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex.)
Life would be way easier if I were easier. (Fact.)
I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people the way love should. (We will make everything wrong in the right way.)
I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.)
sleepy-skittles:
Send an ask with a number + a ship.
Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees. (Today is the most exciting day of our lives.)
At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better. At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.)
If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)
i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH)
my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)
I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath. (My heart is layers of scar.)
I know your weakness. It’s kisses. You are doomed. (Don’t worry. We’re all doomed eventually.)
Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)
CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP NOT SURE HOW TO STOP (WHY STOP)
When you touch me, my mind is gone. The only words I know are lost inside your body. (right in there.)
hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)
It’s a full moon. I bought some rope and handcuffs to bring to bed tonight. (beware the moon.)
You aren’t really a good person, but god damn, you make bad look awesome. (no one could steer me right, but mama tried.)
I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be. (Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.)
No no, we aren’t breaking up! You didn’t let me finish. I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can do whatever you want to me. (please do.)
I do not believe in love at first sight. But god damn. (Look at you.)
I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good)
When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)
If something seems too good to be true, quick! put it in your mouth! (before anything can go wrong!)
To thine own self be wicked sexy. (And then send pics.)
Today’s a perfect day for naked cuddling. I don’t even care what day it is. Every day is perfect. (I’m gonna spend it with you.)
We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)
I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike. A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home. Do you have a shed?)
This town isn’t big enough for the both of us. Let’s run away together! (Let’s join a street gang! Is NASA recruiting?)
I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)
Our love is like. Our love is only like. (I like you. I don’t LIKE like you.)
I miss doing nothing with you. (I miss not having to pretend to like your family.)
I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away. (it gives me sexual arousal.)
In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house and in that dark, dark house I think we should get drunk and fool around. (I want dirt under my fingernails.)
I love the way your face lights up when someone says, “It might be dangerous.” (I am glad we are friends.)
I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you. I can think up some clever lines, if you’d prefer. But I wanted to say that, first. (None of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)
I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)
When you’re around I don’t know how to hide my feelings. I count in binary, in my head. zero one one zero one one and you count clouds. (while you count clouds)
I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home. (You can’t start a fire without a spark.)
I love you but I don’t love you enough to give up falling in love. (anyway, happy anniversary!)
on the paper, she had written “you” and she told me “that’s a list of the people who are standing too close.” (I ain’t your pal.)
You are the love of my life so far. (Tomorrow’s just a day away.)
There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do. (I love you)
I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore)
I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (That’s the way it crumbles. Cookie-wise.)
I would love you more if you were someone who could love me. (buy your love by playing make believe.)
Fun things to yell during sex: Anything. (he is risen.)
I am writing a book of love poetry for you. For example: “The only reason you could possibly need your music that loud is if you were planning to listen from my apartment. You downstairs motherfuckers.” (Every day I hope to see a moving truck pull in. Or an ambulance.)
when I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kinda horny. (I miss you)
We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building. I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets)
If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex.)
Life would be way easier if I were easier. (Fact.)
I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people the way love should. (We will make everything wrong in the right way.)
I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.)
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ablogaboutgodandlove:
If your Christianity is defined by who you hate, it’s not Christianity
“Whoever says, “I love God,” but hates his brother is a liar. The one who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love the God whom he has not seen.” -
1 John 4:19-20
“He who said he is in the light, and hates his brother, is in darkness.” -
1 John 2:8-11
“Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.” -
1 John 3:14-15
“
You must not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the children of your people, but you must love your neighbor as yourself” - Leviticus 19:17-18
“Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” - Proverbs 10:12
“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loves is born of God, and knows God.” - 1 John 4:7
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.” -
Ephesians 4:31
Says who? Says the bible, my friend.
25 Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. ‘Teacher,’ he said, ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ 26He said to him, ‘What is written in the law? What do you read there?’ 27He answered, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbour as yourself.’ 28And he said to him, ‘You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.’
29 But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, ‘And who is my neighbour?’ 30Jesus replied, ‘A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. 31Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33But a Samaritan while travelling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. 34He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, “Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.” 36Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?’ 37He said, ‘The one who showed him mercy.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Go and do likewise.’
Let us remember, when reading this passage, that the very idea that a Samaritan could have been “good” would have been scoffed at by Jesus’ original audience. The Samaritans were what remained of the Northern Kingdom of Israel after it had been conquered and its people enslaved and the important people carried off into exile and replaced by settlers from other parts of the Assyrian Empire. (Unlike the Southern Kingdom of Judah, nobody returned from exile.) They technically worshiped the same God, but on Mount Samaria, instead of Mount Zion, and they only accepted the first five books of the Bible as scripture, and you know how a lot of times people are more upset by someone who disagrees with them who is sort of like them than they are by someone who is just completely different? Yeah. In those days, Jewish people and Samaritans REALLY did not like one another. They did not drink from the same wells. They did not speak to one another. If Jewish people in Jesus’ day hated anybody, they hated Samaritans and Romans.
So this guy comes up to Jesus, and asks what he should do to inherit life.
And Jesus gives a quite clear, simple, straighforward answer: Love. Love God, and love your neighbor.
And the guy tries to weasel out of it, by asking for a definition for “neighbor.”
So Jesus tells a story in which the good guy is a Samaritan (knowing just how much bad blood there was), and says “him. He’s your neighbor, and you should totally follow his example, because EVERY HUMAN BEING EVER IS YOUR NEIGHBOR AND YOU SHOULD LOVE THEM, YOU HATEFUL MORON.”
Says who? Says Jesus.
beatrice-otter:
ablogaboutgodandlove:
ablogaboutgodandlove:
If your Christianity is defined by who you hate, it’s not Christianity
“Whoever says, “I love God,” but hates his brother is a liar. The one who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love the God whom he has not seen.” -
1 John 4:19-20
“He who said he is in the light, and hates his brother, is in darkness.” -
1 John 2:8-11
“Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.” -
1 John 3:14-15
“
You must not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the children of your people, but you must love your neighbor as yourself” - Leviticus 19:17-18
“Hatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs.” - Proverbs 10:12
“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loves is born of God, and knows God.” - 1 John 4:7
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.” -
Ephesians 4:31
Says who? Says the bible, my friend.
25 Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. ‘Teacher,’ he said, ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ 26He said to him, ‘What is written in the law? What do you read there?’ 27He answered, ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbour as yourself.’ 28And he said to him, ‘You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.’
29 But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, ‘And who is my neighbour?’ 30Jesus replied, ‘A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. 31Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33But a Samaritan while travelling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. 34He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, “Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.” 36Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?’ 37He said, ‘The one who showed him mercy.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Go and do likewise.’
Let us remember, when reading this passage, that the very idea that a Samaritan could have been “good” would have been scoffed at by Jesus’ original audience. The Samaritans were what remained of the Northern Kingdom of Israel after it had been conquered and its people enslaved and the important people carried off into exile and replaced by settlers from other parts of the Assyrian Empire. (Unlike the Southern Kingdom of Judah, nobody returned from exile.) They technically worshiped the same God, but on Mount Samaria, instead of Mount Zion, and they only accepted the first five books of the Bible as scripture, and you know how a lot of times people are more upset by someone who disagrees with them who is sort of like them than they are by someone who is just completely different? Yeah. In those days, Jewish people and Samaritans REALLY did not like one another. They did not drink from the same wells. They did not speak to one another. If Jewish people in Jesus’ day hated anybody, they hated Samaritans and Romans.
So this guy comes up to Jesus, and asks what he should do to inherit life.
And Jesus gives a quite clear, simple, straighforward answer: Love. Love God, and love your neighbor.
And the guy tries to weasel out of it, by asking for a definition for “neighbor.”
So Jesus tells a story in which the good guy is a Samaritan (knowing just how much bad blood there was), and says “him. He’s your neighbor, and you should totally follow his example, because EVERY HUMAN BEING EVER IS YOUR NEIGHBOR AND YOU SHOULD LOVE THEM, YOU HATEFUL MORON.”
Says who? Says Jesus.
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silentmachina:
My name is Melissa and I’m a trans girl who escaped an abusive home to live in Oregon and transition. Due to expenses and issues with my parents I was unable to finish setting up my car insurance. I was in an accident and other insurance companies are demanding damages. I was already in a shaky position financially before this, but this is tipping the scale towards being unsustainable. I’m searching for a job related to my engineering degree but the job market is difficult and I’m not getting any results (and haven’t for a long time). Until I can find something, I just can’t afford anymore bills. Anything at all that you can do will help me survive this time and I will be so so grateful.
Hi everybody, I hate that I have to ask, but I really can’t afford to have these extra expenses hanging over my head.
so far they’ve demanded nearly as much again as my student loans, and I’m terrified that might even go up. I’m able to pay on a payment plan, but I simply can’t afford extra bills with the amount I make currently, and it would take easily 10+ years to pay it all that way.
silentmachina:
My name is Melissa and I’m a trans girl who escaped an abusive home to live in Oregon and transition. Due to expenses and issues with my parents I was unable to finish setting up my car insurance. I was in an accident and other insurance companies are demanding damages. I was already in a shaky position financially before this, but this is tipping the scale towards being unsustainable. I’m searching for a job related to my engineering degree but the job market is difficult and I’m not getting any results (and haven’t for a long time). Until I can find something, I just can’t afford anymore bills. Anything at all that you can do will help me survive this time and I will be so so grateful.
Hi everybody, I hate that I have to ask, but I really can’t afford to have these extra expenses hanging over my head.
so far they’ve demanded nearly as much again as my student loans, and I’m terrified that might even go up. I’m able to pay on a payment plan, but I simply can’t afford extra bills with the amount I make currently, and it would take easily 10+ years to pay it all that way.
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morepopcornplease:
systlin:
timugamaileilani:
systlin:
kittyknowsthings:
systlin:
systlin:
systlin:
I love Alexander the Great because if he was a fictional character you would yell “THAT’S JUST NOT REALISTIC WTF MAN YOU CAN’T WIN A BATTLE AFTER BEING ATTACKED FROM BEHIND AND HAVE TO WHEEL YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY AND FIGHT YOUR WAY ACROSS A RIVER AND UPHILL AGAINST A LARGER ARMY"
But
“Look conquering an island by making it not an island any more is ridiculous that’s never going to be believable.”
But
He just fuckin did that shit.
I actually got the inspiration for the protagonist of Lady of Ice and Iron from him, and when/if it’s ever published and people inevitably yell “YOUR PROTAGONIST IS JUST NOT REALISTIC” I’m just going to make unblinking eye contact while folding a printout of Alexander’s troop movements at Gaugamela into a paper airplane and then lob it at their face.
And if they give me shit for her being queer, I’m going to print out historical accounts of Alexander’s lover Hephaestion, tape them to Nerf darts, and shoot them at people.
Wait he un-islanded an island?
Tyre is now an isthmus. Before Alexander, it was an island.
He offered to let them surrender peacefully. They told him to get fucked, secure in their place on a fucking island in a fortified city.
“Fine.” Said Alexander, cracking his knuckles. “Get me my engineers, we’re building the land out to this island.”
“Holy shit”, his generals presumably said. “Holy fuckin shit, man.”
And so, at Alexander’s command, his engineers constructed a causeway to connect the island of Tyre to the mainland. It took eight months. Tyre hurled everything they could against the workers, so Alexander rolled siege engines out there to protect them.
Anyway, long story short, the causeway was completed, Tyre fell and was burned and sacked (unusually, as Alexander normally did not allow his army to pillage and plunder and destroy, but he was, apparently, mega peeved).
And the causeway stands to this day. Tyre remains an isthmus.
[Further proof to verify you guys’ info]
Ancient History Encyclopedia says:
“ Negotiations having failed, Alexander began his operations in January 332 BCE. After occupying old Tyre, he began to construct a causeway (or mole) across the channel toward the walls of Tyre, using rocks, timbers, and rubble taken from the buildings of the old city. Initially, work progressed well: the water near the mainland was shallow and the bottom muddy, but, as the causeway lengthened, the Macedonians and Greeks began to run into trouble. The seafloor shelved sharply near the city, to a depth of 18 ft (5.5m). Work slowed to snail-pace, and the work gangs found themselves increasingly harassed by missile fire from the city walls.
Alexander constructed two siege towers from timber covered with rawhide and positioned them at the end of the causeway. Artillery engines at the top of these towers were able to return fire at the walls, and the work gangs erected timber palisades as an added measure of protection. Work proceeded, and Alexander spent much of his time on the mole, dispensing small gifts of money to his sweating labourers and leading by personal example.”
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“Fuck your island”
-Alexander the Great, 332 BCE
history has it’s eyes on you and they are FUCKING BULGING OUTSIDE THEIR SOCKETS WHAT THE SHIT ALEXANDER
morepopcornplease:
systlin:
timugamaileilani:
systlin:
kittyknowsthings:
systlin:
systlin:
systlin:
I love Alexander the Great because if he was a fictional character you would yell “THAT’S JUST NOT REALISTIC WTF MAN YOU CAN’T WIN A BATTLE AFTER BEING ATTACKED FROM BEHIND AND HAVE TO WHEEL YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY AND FIGHT YOUR WAY ACROSS A RIVER AND UPHILL AGAINST A LARGER ARMY"
But
“Look conquering an island by making it not an island any more is ridiculous that’s never going to be believable.”
But
He just fuckin did that shit.
I actually got the inspiration for the protagonist of Lady of Ice and Iron from him, and when/if it’s ever published and people inevitably yell “YOUR PROTAGONIST IS JUST NOT REALISTIC” I’m just going to make unblinking eye contact while folding a printout of Alexander’s troop movements at Gaugamela into a paper airplane and then lob it at their face.
And if they give me shit for her being queer, I’m going to print out historical accounts of Alexander’s lover Hephaestion, tape them to Nerf darts, and shoot them at people.
Wait he un-islanded an island?
Tyre is now an isthmus. Before Alexander, it was an island.
He offered to let them surrender peacefully. They told him to get fucked, secure in their place on a fucking island in a fortified city.
“Fine.” Said Alexander, cracking his knuckles. “Get me my engineers, we’re building the land out to this island.”
“Holy shit”, his generals presumably said. “Holy fuckin shit, man.”
And so, at Alexander’s command, his engineers constructed a causeway to connect the island of Tyre to the mainland. It took eight months. Tyre hurled everything they could against the workers, so Alexander rolled siege engines out there to protect them.
Anyway, long story short, the causeway was completed, Tyre fell and was burned and sacked (unusually, as Alexander normally did not allow his army to pillage and plunder and destroy, but he was, apparently, mega peeved).
And the causeway stands to this day. Tyre remains an isthmus.
[Further proof to verify you guys’ info]
Ancient History Encyclopedia says:
“ Negotiations having failed, Alexander began his operations in January 332 BCE. After occupying old Tyre, he began to construct a causeway (or mole) across the channel toward the walls of Tyre, using rocks, timbers, and rubble taken from the buildings of the old city. Initially, work progressed well: the water near the mainland was shallow and the bottom muddy, but, as the causeway lengthened, the Macedonians and Greeks began to run into trouble. The seafloor shelved sharply near the city, to a depth of 18 ft (5.5m). Work slowed to snail-pace, and the work gangs found themselves increasingly harassed by missile fire from the city walls.
Alexander constructed two siege towers from timber covered with rawhide and positioned them at the end of the causeway. Artillery engines at the top of these towers were able to return fire at the walls, and the work gangs erected timber palisades as an added measure of protection. Work proceeded, and Alexander spent much of his time on the mole, dispensing small gifts of money to his sweating labourers and leading by personal example.”
[ http://ift.tt/2gk78X8 ]
“Fuck your island”
-Alexander the Great, 332 BCE
history has it’s eyes on you and they are FUCKING BULGING OUTSIDE THEIR SOCKETS WHAT THE SHIT ALEXANDER
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stolen-pharaoh:
gl3nblu3z:
wordismasha:
yunngmocha:
thelovelybones124:
kaiiwooo:
westafricanman:
well i’ll be damned
welp
SHE DID THAT !
IF YOURE NOT GOING THIS HARD FOR BLACK WOMEN YOU ARE NOT AN ALLY
Jeeze man. Imagine if the whole world thought this way.
I mean, I know the community is real stingy these days passing out plates to the cookout for Caucasian mediocrity, but bitch she did THAT 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
stolen-pharaoh:
gl3nblu3z:
wordismasha:
yunngmocha:
thelovelybones124:
kaiiwooo:
westafricanman:
well i’ll be damned
welp
SHE DID THAT !
IF YOURE NOT GOING THIS HARD FOR BLACK WOMEN YOU ARE NOT AN ALLY
Jeeze man. Imagine if the whole world thought this way.
I mean, I know the community is real stingy these days passing out plates to the cookout for Caucasian mediocrity, but bitch she did THAT 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾