This is a multi-fandom blog including, but not limited to... The Hunger Games, The Infernal Devices/Mortal Instruments/Dark Arctifaces
in 7 years its going to be the 20s again so we can bring back swing music and the aesthetics of that era but keep modern values who’s with me
I went to church with my family tonight and the pastor said something that I think every Christian should hear
- Pastor: Now, according to a few passages in the bible, homosexuality is a sin.
- Couple of older males in the audience: Amen!
- Pastor: Now, wait, I'm not finished.
- Pastor: You know what else the bible defines as a sin? Divorce.
- -uncomfortable silence-
- Pastor: There are countless passages that talk about how divorce is wrong, and that there are consequences to getting a divorce, such as the wife should be stoned.
- Pastor: Yet, I witnessed a divorce just this morning. And I gotta tell you, it was heartbreaking, but I definitely didn't attempt to throw rocks at the wife, even though she was the one who filed for divorce.
- Pastor: We choose to overlook the consequences of divorce because time has proven that they're inhumane and cruel.
- Pastor: The bible doesn't say anything about the consequences of a homosexual lifestyle. Yet, we seem to be spearheading a campaign to ruin the lives of people we don't even know.
- -the pastor shifts a few notes around-
- Pastor: The bible states to love thy neighbor. That's it. There are no other rules or restrictions to that passage.
- Pastor: So, we as a church family have to support equality with a smile on our face. THAT is the true Christian way.
Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or scribbled in the back of a notebook somewhere.
Think about how many books don’t exist yet.
i feel like these are my two reactions to watching doctor who
Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.
—Coco J. Ginger (via wherethebookwormlives)
TMI AU: We Meet Again.
Tessa crept towards the room slowly as she could. She had heard Jace and his wife, Clarissa, were expecting their child soon. And so when she received a fire messaged from Jace, she had dashed towards the Institute.
“I can’t believe I can’t even name my own son!” Clary’s voice was a complain, responded by Jace’s soft laughter as he added, “We had a bet, I get to name our boy.”
And when she entered, she was immediately introduced to Jace’s son. And a sudden feeling gripped in her chest. She had thought it was not possible.
Jem believes we are all reborn, that life is a wheel. We die, we turn, we are reborn as we deserve to be reborn, based on our doings in this world.
And she would know this soul anywhere, for it was her own.
“Tessa, this is our son.” Jace said. But she had already called out his name in a whisper.
“His name is William, William Luke Herondale.”
Will, she thought. We meet again.
someday things will change (a rise of the brave tangled dragons fansong) -lily sevin
hey guys! so i got a little inspired today and scribbled down this song! i’m getting so into this crossover, it’s all i can think about, aah.
so this song takes place in the beginning of each character’s movie, but before the main events! i really hope you enjoy!
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more fandom songs here!
lyrics:
JACK:
i look up at the moon in the quiet of night
as the snow begins to fall, i’ve just arrived
in the town where it began, in the town where the ice
of the pond cracked and i emerged
it’s the town where i learned i don’t really exist
to these kids who grow up, who have their own kids
always stuck on the sidelines, always watched by the bright eyes
of a moon who never talks back
but i’ve given up on being sad
because someday things will change
i can see the people turning, looking up to watch me
smiling waving as i fly far overhead
and i can hear the children laughing, and running trying to catch me
tossing snowballs, making forts, trekking up hills holding sleds
and maybe for now it’s just a dream
but someday they’re gonna believe in me
RAPUNZEL:
i look around at the walls, my eyes search for a place
but after a lifetime of painting i’ve run out of space
i’ve painted wishes and dreams, what i’ve read, what i’ve seen
and as i’ve grown it’s grown harder and harder to believe
that mother will ever let me leave, that i’ll see any of these things
and i’ve noticed that she’s not so nice after i sing
trapped in this same routine, so far away from the lights
that arrive on my birthday and glow all through the night
but i’ve given up on being sad
because someday things will change
i can see myself leaving, running free through the forest
grass beneath my feet and trees high overhead
and i can see myself dancing and meeting new people
seeing the lights and making a bunch of new friends
and maybe for now it’s just a dream
but someday i’m gonna be free
HICCUP:
i look down at my feet, i can’t bear to meet the eyes
of my father glaring at me and standing in the light
of our village up in flames and the fault is partly mine
for distracting him as i tried and failed miserably to fight
i was blinded by my hope that if i could be more like him
i’d win his pride and stop being the village disappointment
but i’m too weak and i’m too small, not a viking at all
stuck in a place where i obviously don’t belong
but i’ve given up on being sad
because someday things will change
i can see my father beaming, hear the village cheering
celebrating my latest victory in the ring
and everybody’s gonna listen to me and my ideas since
i am the future chief, after all
maybe for now it’s just a dream
but someday they’re gonna be proud of me
MERIDA:
i look across the table at my mother as she talks on
about what i’m doing wrong, how she wants me to change
my opinion doesn’t matter, i should want what she wants for me
but i don’t want to be married, especially if it’s arranged
it’s my duty as a princess but i never asked for this
and i know my fate lies elsewhere, somewhere in the woods
and i wish that she’d just hear me out, stop acting like i let her down
but nothing that i do seems good enough for her
but i’ve given up on being sad
because someday things will change
i can see my mother nodding, saying she’ll turn away the suitors
telling me she’ll let me grow up in my own time
i can see myself riding, firing arrows hitting targets
knowing that when i get home she’ll greet me with a smile
maybe for now it’s just a dream
but someday she’s gonna listen to me
maybe for now it’s just a dream
but someday things will change.
