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Shipping and Other Slightly Inappropriate Madness

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I swear I SWEAR I’m trying to write but I keep being distracted by ML like

in dislocœur? how chat admits to wondering what would happen if he used cataclysm on a human? imagine Adrien after that episode obsessing over it and not knowing why but having nightmares about accidentally hitting ladybug with cataclysm and just

ladybug’s the one with the lucky powers aight her powers create and repair all the damage she is light and perfection but he’s got the destructive powers and maybe they’re necessary, these awful powers, but here he is surrounded by awesome people like Nino and Alya and Marinette and even Nathanaël, aspiring producer and journalist and fashion designer and illustrator respectively, and what is he doing? he’s taking a bunch of lessons but he’s not doing anything tangible, he’s just a burden on his papa and he can’t even escape his destructive nature as a SUPERHERO it’s not fair.

it’s not fair.

fez //holds your face what the fuck friend

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God’s compassion for the suicidal

In 1 Kings 19:4-14 Elijah feels suicidal, and tells God to take his life. 

God doesn’t get angry at Elijah.

He doesn’t tell him that he’s being silly, or that suicide won’t solve anything. He doesn’t freak out, nor does he ignore Elijah’s cry. God validates Elijah’s pain. Through an angel, God provides Elijah with food and water because Elijah is probably exhausted (he had fallen asleep under a tree after telling God that he wanted to die, and this was probably the safest thing at that point for Elijah). Getting to the point where you don’t want to live any more is an exhausting place to be. You cannot think of anything else other than wanting to end the pain.

Once he’d finished eating, Elijah lies down again. But God wants to continue validating Elijah, and continues to have compassion over him. He wants to be with Elijah during his crisis. He wants to keep Elijah safe. The angel comes back again (1 Kings 19:7) and this time adds (and validates) that the journey is too much for Elijah (1 Kings 19:8) and that he needed more food. Elijah was then able to move on and travel for forty days and nights to reach Horeb.

I really love 1 Kings 19:4-14. It tells us a lot about God. He cares about people who are suicidal – he is loving, gentle, patient, compassionate, and he knows what we need. He provides Elijah with physical, spiritual and emotional healing. 

The church could probably learn a lot from the way God deals with Elijah. Suicidal thoughts are something which are incredibly common but the church doesn’t always deal with them in the best way. Often, suicidal thoughts are invalidated and ignored rather than validated and accepted

The angel is gentle with Elijah. He doesn’t tell him to pray more, nor does he tell Elijah that suicide’s a sin or that he’s demon possessed. He doesn’t even tell Elijah to stop feeling suicidal – he simply tells Elijah to eat.

When you feel invalidated, remember that God validates you fully. He accepts and acknowledges how you feel, and he says it’s okay.

If you feel suicidal, I encourage you to reach out for emergency help.

My ask is also always open for people who need help.

This story always makes me cry when I read it, because it reminds of when things were the darkest for me and my bff Kelly was my angel. Every time I read I can’t help but think of Kelly waking me up at 8pm in our dorm, asking me if I’d ate because the grill would be closing soon and did I want to grab something to eat with her? So. Many. Times. I love her.

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Reminder that Dean is really freaking scary…

Friendly reminder that Dean Winchester keeps his word. He told Gramps Campbell that the next time he saw him he’d put a bullet in his brain because Gramps was working with Crowley without Sam’s knowledge or consent, for an entire year. Then he pulled Dean into it without Dean knowing WHO they were working for. This was next time.

Fuck Dean Winchester is a scary motherfucker. An adorable, pretty, freckled, scary motherfucker.

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Dean thinks the worst thing about sharing a bed with Cas (not that there are a terrible many bad things with sharing a bed with Cas, all things considered, including the increased efficacy of orgasm) is that he’s one of those people that, completely unconsciously (though sometimes Dean has his doubts about that) steals all the blankets to burrow in.

This wouldn’t be a problem for Dean, usually, so used to sleeping on top of covers anyway, or gladly enjoying just the light cover of a smooth sheet to glide across his skin. But it’s the fact that it’s Cas, and Cas, well, he often sleeps completely naked: completely naked and gloriously cuddle-able, and buried in all the covers, still yet out of Dean’s reach.

Therefore Dean often is left with the predicament of, while half asleep, mining through the layers of sheets and comforters (who knew when they even got half of these?) to reach Cas and pull him back against him, and Cas, half asleep himself, will quirk a light, sleepy smile, and open his arms to encompass Dean in his amassed warmth. 

Perhaps it isn’t so bad of a problem after all, really, for by the time he collapses against Cas, he is exhausted enough by the effort that he dozes off in seconds, lulled by the soft sounds of Cas’ breath at his ear, reminding him as if by mantra: I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

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