#Missing years of Jesus

[shamballalin]

Rev. Linda (Lin) Hourihan, HHCP ~ Empathy ~ Compassion ~ Love Can Save The World

Who am I and why might people want to hear what I have to say? I am an international, ordained, interfaith Universal Life Church Minister, metaphysician, author ~ blogger ~ internationally board-certified holistic health counselor, New Paradigm Multidimensional Transformation™ (NPMDT™) Teacher of the School of Esoteric Science™, certified Reiki Master Teacher and Qigong Teacher. I no longer…

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[oceanicpoetry]

Loki's arrival: official concept art (by Andy Park)

[joejoeba]

i just remembered how many gold ships there are in JoJo like it truly does not get more wild. Every one hits in some wild offshoot bullseye

[drivelikeiido]

25 with matty who’s very drunk or very high and he’s forgotten that the reader is already his gf so he’s trying to (really badly) flirt with her

a poor attempt at flirting (a drabble)

25: “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

matty healy x f! reader word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed consumption and poor writing due to many months off :/ notes: kay is back and attending to her inbox! thank you for this prompt my dear and ever so sorry it's taken me 6 months to complete it! anyways i'm not really a fan of this but it was sitting in my drafts and i wanna get back to posting so this is a start ! i promise the writing will get better from here on out mwah so accept this as a peace offering for now <3

You had awoken at 1:06am to a phone call from a very exasperated sounding Hann who had politely begged you to come and take your rather high boyfriend off of the boys’ hands as they couldn’t handle his intoxicated rambling much longer and they all know your patience for Matty far exceeds any of theirs.

This is how you’ve landed in some random party in the city filled with musicians and producers and many other peoples’ faces you half recognise while trying to collect your boyfriend. Thankfully all the boys are easily spotted due to their height (and Ross’ unmistakable mane of hair, which he thankfully lets go wild when he’s drunk). George unabashedly hollers over to you when he sees you, raising his ring-clad hands and waving you over, his smile lopsided and his eyes betraying his lack of sobriety as you make your way over to them. He says nothing but points a painted nail to a mop of curls resting on the table, head leaning on his hand while the other nurses a glass of some dark and clearly long forgotten liquid, his face hidden by the length of deep brown ringlets that fall from the top of his head. You’d recognise your boyfriend anywhere but his hair and it’s current messy state you could clock him from miles away, the stray curls resemblant of his unkempt morning bedhead that you love so much. Your heart momentarily warms at the sight until you remember the reason you’re there. You slowly make your way to sit at the table next to him, your movements slow and your eyes never leaving his form.

Once you’re seated you reach your hand slowly out to his, ghosting your fingers over his tattooed arm in an attempt to grab your boyfriend’s attention. He begrudgingly lifts his head up from where it was rested and you can barely just make out his dark hooded eyes from behind the loose curls that fall in front of his face, reaching down and tickling his nose. He releases the drink from his other hand and pushes the unruly strands backwards onto his head, remaining silent and blinking at you multiple times before he speaks. 

“You’re really pretty”. His voice is light and airy and even if you didn't know him as well as you did you’d still be able to sense his inebriated state, however the smell of weed and alcohol makes it overtly clear.

This causes you to laugh, “Thank you. So are you Matty.” you utter with a grin, gaining a surprised intake of breath from the singer, a rush of colour taking to his already flushed cheeks. 

His surprise continues as he lets out a whispered “You know me? What the hell”, his dark eyes now wide with wonder. You ignore the chorus of laughs in the background that you can only assume comes from the rest of the band at their frontman’s embarrassing display of forgetfulness. Being well acquainted with Matty’s intoxicated states you’ve experienced similar situations to this before, all of which have been incredibly entertaining.

Your giggle at his clueless response seems to spur his joy farther, his face breaking out into a lopsided smile. Your boyfriend is a pretty sight when he’s intoxicated, with his dark eyes and messy curls and the intoxicating scent of his expensive aftershave and the sweet weed smoke; if you didn't have to worry about getting him home you’d maybe indulge his flirting fantasy for just a little longer.

You grab onto his lithe fingers and move to slowly guide him up, “Let’s get you outside Darling”. His tiredness seems to have dissipated into excitement at this point as he quickly moves to follow you outside, letting out a hushed “Yes!” and doing what you can only imagine is some victorious movement of celebration out of your line of vision, encouraging even more laughs and hollers from the rest of the band, the phrase “What a twat” seeming to be a shared sentiment amongst the group as they laugh in agreement .

Thankfully, leading your rather drunk and high boyfriend outside is an easier feat than you expected; he eagerly holds onto your hand as you guide him and he too joins you in a large intake of the crisp night air once you make it outside. You stop and situate you both carefully against the wall in an attempt to gather yourself and your boyfriend. Matty however takes this as an opportunity to look up and down between you and the night sky and if you looked closely at him you’re sure you’d be able to see the moon’s ring of light reflecting perfectly in his chestnut eyes, giving them a further element of sparkle than what they normally have. 

He soon surprises you as he takes both of your hands in earnest and holds them delicately between his infinitely larger, but cold fingers. 

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” . The suddenness of this adorable (yet uncharacteristically cheesy) pickup line startles you, the innocence of his state and how he still compliments you works to warm your body against the harsh cold. You find it funny how a man who normally displays such an astounding example of romanticism is reduced to something so simple in this state.

You simply shake your head in amusement and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, “Come on, Healy let’s get you home”. To this he grows juvenile and argues “No. I want to stay here and stare at you longer”. As sweet as the sentiment is you realise you’re going to have to play into his delusions even more, only a little bit offended that your boyfriend still seems to have forgotten you but you make sure to keep it in your arsenal to tease him with in the morning.

Your only attempt at reasoning with him works as you gradually win him over by offering to let him stare at you as long as he wants in the car and when you do eventually get home. Although this works on the stubborn man he still puts up some of a fight as he lowers his head and mumbles “You’re too pretty to be bossy” and although you can’t see it you’re sure a cartoon-like frown make its way across his features as he says this. You ignore him and slowly lead him into the passenger seat of the car, buckling him in despite his insistence he can do it - he’s passenger princess this evening and you’re making the most of it. After reaching the second set of traffic lights you realise that his plans to overtly stare at you are unfulfilled as he had at some point fallen asleep, his heavy head resting haphazardly against the window. You simply smile and lower the radio, already planning just how you’re going to torment him with tonight’s events in the morning.

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[halo2rat]

ol eggboy art, circa 2017

[sprooknooky]

Wendy is instantly so sick of her shit

[hanzajesthanza]

one of the tropes that is soooo disturbing to me but like in a good and interesting way... is when a descendant of a lineage, or an evolutionary descendant of a species, returns "home" after many years, and though this individual doesn't know or recognize this place at all, because its so different and divorced of itself now, that's where it was from... ancestrally...

ancestral determinism is soooo frightening to me like wdym there's ghosts in your blood 😭

and i guess it freaks me out how short the human lifespan is, like (if your family has emigrated or moved) you can have absolutely no connections to and no memories of what is supposedly your "homeland," but everyone insists it's your ancestral homeland as if that would mean anything to you

[l35213]

“daddy’s gone away, sammy… he didn’t want to, but he had to. but he loves us. and you’ll see him again”

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four year old sam tyler just wanting his dad to stay 🤝 thirty seven year old sam tyler just wanting his dad to stay

[brain-rot-hour]

I can't find the post anymore but as a nationally ranked Asiatic style horse archer that can't throw a ball to hit the broad side of a barn

I can empathize with Kagome struggling with the beads in the third movie

[mwagneto]

people who stopped watching before 13 are literally the weakest link. i see all of you who only came back coz david tennant was brought back for the hundredth time. none of you will ever know what it was like to live through 13 era. worst woman alive my special little princess i miss her every single day

[faaun]

my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you

[ufonaut]

You were a little queer boy and you liked to hug your friends a bit too much. You liked their touch. You liked the way they smelled. You liked when you could trick them into wrestling with you. Any little intimacy. Any chance to get close. And you start getting the sense that there's something wrong with you. That the little feelings you're feeling are one-way. And they're all looking in another direction. Then you find out there are other people in the world who are just as wrong as you are. And no matter what horrible thing they did, you know you aren't the only monster in the world.

The Deviant (2023) #1

(James Tynion IV, Joshua Hixson)

[hoboblaidd]

we're t-24 days and i still have no idea what i'm gonna do with my rook aside from "elf" and "shadow dragons." i'm already going to waste an inordinate amount of time in the cc with my lavellan, how tf am i gonna make a rook and start the actual game before nov. 1??