shingekinokyojinheaven:

dragon-in-a-fez:

shingekinokyojinheaven:

i told my mom that god has killed babies in the bible and she didn’t believe me so i searched it up and to my surprise

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wait

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what

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there’s a list???

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

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in conclusion god is an asshole

for comparison:

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okay well I mean ten murders is still bad though so

wait

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damn.

god gambles with your souls pass it on

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fleurbot:

WHEN U LOVE SOMETHING SO HARD BUT THE FANDOM CONSISTS OF APPROXIMATELY SIX OTHER PEOPLE AND A SHOELACE 


If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.

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Posted on Aug 4, 2014 at 9AM

direwolfrose:

GET TO KNOW ME: [3/5] movies The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005)

Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us till the stars rain down from the heavens.

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when i found out dylan sprayberry was my age i was like..

peeta-salvatore-teenwolf-tobias:

good

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HOPE.

l0st-in-my-infinity:

Instead of the benefactor can some one answer me this: Who is Greenberg?

(Source: weheartit.com)

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sirrbiebs:

it’s not a fanfic until the dress hugs her curves perfectly, his eyes scan the crowd and find her and their tongues battle for dominance

Posted on Aug 2, 2014 at 11PM

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showandwrite:

Liam Dunbar “Hide and Seek”“Liam!” Your voice was echoing all around you, but no matter how loud you screamed, there was no answer, no reaction, no-one running up to you from behind, kissing your neck, telling you that it was just a game, that he was right here, right next to you. He wasn’t right here, he wasn’t right next to you and the worst part was that you knew you had only so much time to find him, so much time to save him, so much time to get him back, next to you, where he belonged. “Liam!” You tried again and you closed your eyes, focussing on everything you could think of. You knew the woods better than anyone else. You father had been working here, taking you with him for field trips, teaching you everything about the flowers and the trees, showing you the save places and the dangerous ones. You squeezed your eyes for a short second, realising that if you were an annoying killing teenager and would try to use a beta as a bate for his Alpha, that were exactly the places you would go for. Dangerous, hidden, away from the roads, away from the view. You started walking, as if your legs knew exactly where they had to go, as if your subconscious had already figured out where Liam could be and although there was hardly a reason to smile, you felt your lips curling up a little bit when you stood still before the deepest well you had ever seen. “Liam?” You leaned in a little bit and saw his panicking eyes looking up at you, his feet struggling with the stones, his hands scratched and bleeding. “(Y/N)! I can’t get out!” As if he was trying to prove his point, he fell down, into the water, screaming loudly, cursing because he had not made it. You had no idea how often he had tried this already, how often he had climbed up, how often he had fallen down. You only knew that his next time had to be the last time. “Hold on, okay? I’m gonna see what I can find to get you out of here.” You paused for a little moment. “As soon as possible…” You whispered softly and dropped your backpack, filled with everything you had thought you would need. Most of it was useless, only weight that you had carried all day, but you smiled when you found the one thing that would save you right now, would save him right now, would save Scott and everyone else involved. “(Y/N)? What are you doing?” His voice sounded weak and hurt and you grabbed the rope, tying it tightly to a strong tree, not too far away from the well. “Liam?” You threw the rope into the well, seeing how it almost reached him. “This will help…” You whispered, wishing there was more you could do, but Liam nodded and you saw how he searched for every power inside of him, climbing the first stones, until his hands could grab the rope. It seemed to take ages before he reached the clearing, before his hand could grab yours, before you helped him to climb out of the well, before both of you realised that he was safe, safe enough to be helped by Deaton. “You made it…” You sighed and felt how your body started shaking and trembling. “Thanks to you.” Liam wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. “Thanks to you…”

showandwrite:

Liam Dunbar “Hide and Seek”

“Liam!” Your voice was echoing all around you, but no matter how loud you screamed, there was no answer, no reaction, no-one running up to you from behind, kissing your neck, telling you that it was just a game, that he was right here, right next to you.
He wasn’t right here, he wasn’t right next to you and the worst part was that you knew you had only so much time to find him, so much time to save him, so much time to get him back, next to you, where he belonged.
“Liam!” You tried again and you closed your eyes, focussing on everything you could think of. You knew the woods better than anyone else. You father had been working here, taking you with him for field trips, teaching you everything about the flowers and the trees, showing you the save places and the dangerous ones.
You squeezed your eyes for a short second, realising that if you were an annoying killing teenager and would try to use a beta as a bate for his Alpha, that were exactly the places you would go for. Dangerous, hidden, away from the roads, away from the view.
You started walking, as if your legs knew exactly where they had to go, as if your subconscious had already figured out where Liam could be and although there was hardly a reason to smile, you felt your lips curling up a little bit when you stood still before the deepest well you had ever seen.
“Liam?” You leaned in a little bit and saw his panicking eyes looking up at you, his feet struggling with the stones, his hands scratched and bleeding.
“(Y/N)! I can’t get out!” As if he was trying to prove his point, he fell down, into the water, screaming loudly, cursing because he had not made it. You had no idea how often he had tried this already, how often he had climbed up, how often he had fallen down. You only knew that his next time had to be the last time.
“Hold on, okay? I’m gonna see what I can find to get you out of here.” You paused for a little moment. “As soon as possible…” You whispered softly and dropped your backpack, filled with everything you had thought you would need.
Most of it was useless, only weight that you had carried all day, but you smiled when you found the one thing that would save you right now, would save him right now, would save Scott and everyone else involved.
“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” His voice sounded weak and hurt and you grabbed the rope, tying it tightly to a strong tree, not too far away from the well.
“Liam?” You threw the rope into the well, seeing how it almost reached him. “This will help…” You whispered, wishing there was more you could do, but Liam nodded and you saw how he searched for every power inside of him, climbing the first stones, until his hands could grab the rope.
It seemed to take ages before he reached the clearing, before his hand could grab yours, before you helped him to climb out of the well, before both of you realised that he was safe, safe enough to be helped by Deaton.
“You made it…” You sighed and felt how your body started shaking and trembling.
“Thanks to you.” Liam wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. “Thanks to you…”

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