#you will

[khaire-traveler]

To my fellow polytheists and pagans who are living through abuse,...

...your deities hear your prayers and see your struggles. Your deities hear you, they see you; you do not go unnoticed by them and neither does your pain. It can be so easy to convince ourselves that we are alone, that no one cares for us, that because our situations don't immediately improve our prayers have been ignored. I assure you that none of these things are true. It is more than ok to pray to your deities during times of need when things are becoming too volatile. It is more than ok to seek comfort in your deities when you are feeling alone and afraid. It is more than ok to ask your deities for guidance or safety or direction when you simply don't know what else to do. Your problems are not a burden on them, and even though I can't speak for gods, I fully believe they will listen to you, be there for you, and support you the best that they can.

Unfortunately, healing takes time. It's especially hard trying to heal when you are still around people who have caused your pain in the first place. I'm in such a situation now, and even though I'm currently struggling to maintain hope myself, I want to say that it does get better. You will get out someday, and you will live separate from those who have harmed you, and all those prayers that you muttered under your breath with tears streaming down your face will be answered. I hardcore believe in you. I'm certain you will live a better, separate life from these people one day. I wish I could take away the wait. I hate saying this, but it takes time for these sorts of plans to unfold. But I assure you that it does get better.

It will get better, and your deities will be right there beside you if you wish them to be.

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #paganblr #pagan #not sure if anyone needs to hear this right now #but i know it was something i needed to hear recently #so I'm going to share it for anyone out there in a similar position #you will get out of there #you will

[almondcroissantsandink]

those two vigilantes ruining your local pub are actually a wannabe businessman and his father's very capable butler!

#yonderland #six idiots #chris payne #the bird and the bee #yonderland fanart #debbie maddox #martha howe douglas #jim howick #mat baynton #mathew baynton #i tried watching yonderland and the amount of puppetry going on was a bit much for me but i applaud their creativity! #i also drew this two weeks into exhibition install at work and in the middle of securing a lease on a new apartment so take from that what #you will #the gesture studies from the bird in the pub were so fun to draw tho and great practice #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #csp #clip studio paint #illustration

[wiirocku]

John 13:7 (NLT) - Jesus replied, “You don’t understand now what I am doing, but someday you will.”

#John 13:7 #Jesus #replied #you don't #understand #now #what #I am #doing #someday #you will

[ghost--bot]

do you guys want to see Him

#🤖 #you will

[eidolons-stuff]

*Enid goes looking for Thing*

Enid: "Thing! Thing!"

Thing: *taps on her shoe*

Enid: "Oh thank god you're here. Thing, I need to talk to Ajax & it's gonna be super awkward. Do you mind coming with me for support?"

Thing: *signs* "It's not the drama I was hoping for, but it should do"

Enid: *rolls her eyes*

#oh #oh my #do you see where this is going #no? #just wait #you will #it is going to be fantastic #the drama #will be #spectacular #enid #enid sinclair #thing #wenclair #wenclair cult

[coralgreenroses]

I BEG YOU. WHOEVER SEES THIS, DONT STOP BEING THEIR VOICE. THE VOICE OF PALESTINIANS.

We are ordinary people. Ordinary lives. Yet, we have one thing these vulnerable people dont. A freedom. A voice.

Raise your voice for them.

Ya Allah, have mercy.

Ya Allah, provide a way out for the Palestinians.

May the eyes of cowards never sleep.

#Palestinians #Palestinian genocide #Ethnical cleansing #israel is an apartheid state #palestine #One day #you will #have to #answer #for #all these #crimes #infront of the #lord of the Universe

[most-fuck-able-ff14]

i'm going though all the losers first so i can't wait for Magnai to face off against Fandanile or Asahi. like you will choose between them and you will decide who is more fuckable. -Mod Fisher

#mod rambles #it won't be for a while #the que is up into next year #which makes sense cause its november #but my point stands #you WILL have to choose. #you WILL

[wejustvibing]

Q: you've always prided yourself on bouncing back. what can you do tomorrow?

LH: i don't know. i'll try and show up with a positive mindset and give it another shot

#you will #lewis hamilton #mercedes amg f1 #f1 #post qualifying: saudi arabia gp 2023 #saudi arabia gp 2023

[oxidatedshout]

Blender is my favorite pixel art program

#my art #digital art #blender #blender3d #pixel art #original art #original character #artists on tumblr #character design #do you know her #you will #also trying out not having my links idk #its not important

[purestxblood]

𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖎'𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰

You finally had enough, finally taking your life into your own hands...starting fresh in a place where Angel Reyes didn’t exist. That is, only if Angel would let you. You hadn’t even made the full jump and Angel was determined with his I love you’s to keep you from going astray.

𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

You sat with your back against the wall, a quilt draped around your waist as you watched the dimly lit screen of your laptop. Beside you, discarded take out boxes from your favorite mom and pop shop and a six pack of empty beer bottles littered the tile, reminders of the last dinner in your apartment. What once felt like home was only reminiscent—now feeling like empty space, a stranger that no longer belonged.

It was about fucking time: you weren’t a coward holding on to empty forgotten promises— desperately clinging to the frail voice in the back of your head constructing what ifs. You were taking the next step forward, putting yourself first for once. 

There was absolutely nothing. Not one fucking thing tying you to the wits of Santo Padre. The godforsaken town was nothing but a painful reminder of what was, and what wasn’t. It was a reminder of love lost.

You were far too eager to high tail it out of there, ignoring the tug and pull to stay put to the back of your mind. You were anxious about leaving to where you hadn’t been able to sleep, thus here you were streaming your comfort movie; at least, you were until knocks began pounding opposite of your door.

Brows knitting in confusion, you looked at your phone. The time illuminated upon your home screen without any missed calls or texts. You waited in your make-shift bed, staring at the front door as if the person on the other side could have possibly got the wrong door or you were hearing things.

Both of which were the latter. The knocks hadn’t stopped and you groaned, hoisting yourself upward and tip-toeing to the door. You lived in a decent area and it wasn’t unheard of for randoms to go barging around the apartment halls. However, you didn’t want the person banging on your door to know you were awake and alone. This person was on a mission, their knocks growing louder and forceful with each step you took.

Pressing your hands on the wood, you leaned forward, your tense shoulders dropping when you peered through the peephole and noticed the person on the other side.

“It’s two in the fucking morning Angel,” you stated, throwing your front door open. Angel’s attention ignored your stance, his eyes roaming over your shoulder towards your empty apartment. 

“So it’s true,” he stated, pushing his way through your arm to enter your entry room. 

You said nothing. Shutting the door as he made himself at home. “Running away,” he huffed more so to himself in assumption of observance rather than speaking directly to you. There was annoyance to his tone and his stance with his hands crossed and tensed shoulders solidified his expression.

“There’s nothing to run away from.” 

Your voice filled the void air, reminding him that you were still present behind him in the empty apartment. “Then why are you leaving?”

“Angel—” you sighed, dropping your arms. There were various reasons racking your brain yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pinpoint the truth. “Why are you running away?” he repeated.

Silence.

Angel made a hissing sound of annoyance and he shook his head. You could see the thoughts looming through his mind. His facial exterior gave way to the hateful thoughts he didn’t voice aloud and it only made you grow frustrated and annoyed with his entitlement. 

“What are you expecting, Angel?” you questioned. “You want to know the truth? I hate it here,” you admitted. “Well then find another apartment, I can help, we’ve done it…it’s not that fucking difficult, you don’t need to leave Santo Padre, I know other places.”

His words spewed a mile a minute as you watched the way his eyes frazzled, his brain working to construct the perfect solution. You shook your head, “no Angel that’s not…”

“There’s a complex,” he waved his hand, “by Gilly it’s new or redone or some shit but it looks nice you might—”

“For fucksake listen for once Angel,” you groaned and stomped your foot. Taking in a breather, you let out your breath and said each word slowly, “I hate this place,” you motioned across with your hands, “this town. I want to leave Santo Padre, okay?”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

You. 

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, releasing all the buried emotions and thoughts you submerged throughout the years. Rationale got the best and you shook your head, “there’s just nothing for me here.”

“Bullshit,” he said, “you have family here.”

He wasn’t wrong. The club had been your family since birth. Sure your parents were gone but you still had the club. Your answer was a mere cop out and Angel saw right through you. 

“Fuck, you have me here,” he said angry, pointing to his own chest, “I’m right fucking here.”

“That’s the fucking point Angel!” You broke, your voice betraying you as you yelled. Swollen tears begun falling down your face, “you’re fucking everywhere!” 

He stilled. 

You looked away from him, wiping your tears with the sleeves of your sweater, only to be replaced with a fresh set. “Shit,” you looked up at the ceiling, laughing at the current situation, “I said I wasn’t going to fucking do his anymore.”

“I’m so fucking tired of being a little bitch who cries over you,” you said flatly. “It’s been years Angel, I mean,” you took a breath, waving your hand as you recalled the beginning of your relationship when you were teenagers to adults, “we split years ago but this, this coming and going,” you motion between you both, “always being there, listening, helping you pick up pieces—”

“I never really thought that I would become a goddamn burden to you.” 

Angel’s eyes were fiery and wide yet his shoulders slumped. You could see the contradiction of anger rattling his bones and sadness of feeling as if he appeared far too weak towards you… an inconvenience in your life. 

He looked like a helpless child staring at you and your heart sank. That hadn’t been what you meant at all but leave it to him to take your words and twist them into something dire. Your shoulders fell and you sighed. “Angel, you’re not a burden…you know that’s not what I mean…but you…you’re the worst heartbreak I’ve ever known.”

Angel was silent, his eyes cascaded down to the bareness of your toes. 

“I’m just…” you sighed, racking your brain for the formation of words, “I’m tired–so fucking tired of–”

“I love you,” he rushed, his eyes snapping to yours. “Angel,” you shook your head, your eyes widening in shock as the three words carelessly blew. 

The last time Angel had told you he loved you was when he was drunkenly buried cock deep in you, only to tell you the morning after that he had once again got another woman pregnant and was going to try and make things work with her.

I love you’s didnt come easy. They were only of value when beneficial towards him.

Angel took a few steps forward, closing the space between you. “You know I do,” he stated, “I’ve always loved you, we’ve always loved each other, we–”

“Never work out,” you finished, “every time–”

Angel placed his hands on your lips, “you love me.”

You looked up at his face, his heavy gaze making you feel like you were shrinking in size. You hated how he was using your poor excuse of love for each other as means of sticking around. 

“I do love you,” you agreed, “that’s the fucking problem.”

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! to stay up to date with future one shots & series. x

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, @Mrsstevenbuchananstark, @chazubagi , @callmejaye , @justazzie , @thanossexual , @fanfictionismyhobby​ , @esposadomd​ , @Oureternalbond .

#Angel Reyes #Angel Reyes x Reader #You Will #Angel Reyes x f!Reader #Mayans MC #Mayans #Mayans MC fanfiction #Angel Reyes One Shot #Angel Reyes Series

[hazmatmaid]

Girlboss Ensemble

Mostly just an excuse to scribble around and show off some character designs.

#deltarune ocs #deltarune oc #my drawings #doodles #if only because i don't consider anything i didn't ink a 'complete' drawing #i did not intend for this to have powerpuff girls colors but whatever #shirley spamton #estranged shirley #pippina #ndyx #ndyx kaard? #or should it be ndyx khard? #whatever her name is ndyx #if you don't recognize them don't worry #you will

[cyberbun]

#you will #i'm in love with the villainess #wataoshi

[wiirocku]

Romans 12:20 (NKJV) - Therefore

“If your enemy is hungry, feed him; If he is thirsty, give him a drink; For in so doing you will heap coals of fire on his head.”

#Romans 12:20 #enemy #hungry #feed him #thirsty #give #drink #doing #you will #heap #coals #fire #his head

[sollucets]

ive been looping ‘september’ for an hour at work tonight now and have entertained several customers and thoroughly annoyed the shit out of one of my least favorite coworkers so im calling this a success

#like i said i do this every 9/21 #back at my job in college i had control of the aux #and id do it the whole shift #so the impact was Much worse #but i have endless tolerance and september is genuinely one of my favorite songs so i cannot be stopped #so >:) do you remember? #you Will #rowan chatter

[thatofabeavers]

Me: Chilling with one of my best buds, talking about the conception of the server we met in

Her: Says she came up with the idea and basically ran said server

Me: Say what now

#my whole life is a lie #I THOUGHT JUST GOT SMACKED WITH THE OWNER ROLE #BUT SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN THE OWNER #The embodiment of Crouching Moron Hidden Badass #but instead of badass she just #has the power to ban everyone #and not die #SCREm #AAAAAAAAAAA #writers retreat #writing #I know you know I know you follow this blog #and if you dont #you will

[gayofthefae]

On a regular day I think that Will fell first but oh Mike fell first is just so juicy and tempting and psychologically fascinating. Did he suppress it/talk himself out of it? Was it an "I was already in love I just didn't notice" situation? Was his realization during the show but earlier than we thought and then he suppressed it? Did he convince himself that he would get over it but acknowledge that it WAS there? Did he know BEFORE the show?

Some days I dare hope. And within that hope, I must say. The Duffers are big fans of making their show as rewatchable as possible with more and more to catch. And if they were to choose, it is definitely far more rewatchable to me if Mike fell right under our noses sometime like the Snow Ball where nobody would have caught it the first time. Anytime, really, anytime before Will that could influence the perception of the show in an AMAZINGLY huge way upon a rewatch.

It just also makes the buildup so much more slow-burn to me. Basis then build up is great but buildup for THEM that we are just now being INFORMED was there???? Ooh chef's kiss.

#byler #mike wheeler #byler dynamic #the duffer brothers #hear my prayer #wont put my eggs all in one basket though i just want it taken further back #will self aware from the start also works thats great too #but also self discovery is still a great story #basically just some level of confirmed timeline woulf be cool #if not though it leaves more variety of fics though so there is always that (i am comforting myself in advance. one egg in each basket if #you will #)