"ur bra strap is showing" u say
children begin to scream
tears r streaming down my face
my parents disown me and sell me to a shady, moustached man for three goats
no one can ever kno i wear a bra
but what if 13/13/13 falls on a friday omgWhat month is that again?
the month you finally get laid
This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:
The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.
According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.
When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.
So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.
This is a theological point that doesn’t come up often enough.
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no i mean like, what does it believe in?
i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce
me with everything
hello. my name is alice oseman. i’m 19.
if you’ve followed me for a few years, which some of you have, since i was like 15/16, you’ll know that i’ve wanted to be a published author for quite a while.
you’ll also know that i wasn’t a very happy person when i was at school. i hated school a lot. A LOT. it got to the point where there was only one thing i really enjoyed about my life. and that was writing this book. Solitaire.
i would think about it all of the time. i would get homework done at school so i could write at home. i would spend entire weekends tucked up in bed, writing, and i’d go to school on four hours of sleep because i’d stayed up writing. i didn’t want anybody to read it. i wasn’t writing it for anyone else. it was just for me. in a life that seemed so out of my hands, this book and this story and these characters were things that depended entirely on me. it made me feel like i was worth something.
it wasn’t until i’d finished and edited it that i even considered that other people might enjoy it too. that’s when the determination hit, i guess. this book was completely and totally an outlet - i wrote it in anger and in sadness and in the desperate hope that life could be less boring than it was proving to be. so i finished it and decided - i am not putting up with any of this shit anymore. i am so fucking done. the only thing that i ever want to be is a writer. it is the only thing that makes me happy. i’d better get on and do something.
now i have a book in my hands. an actual book printed by a major publisher.
it’s going to be in waterstones and other bookshops. it’s going to be in the UK and america and australia and france and brazil and a heap of other countries. people are going to read and enjoy the story that i wrote because i didn’t know what else to do to make myself happier.
i believe i am possibly one of the luckiest people in the world
and i hope that my book, and the books that i will write in the future, will bring something to people’s lives, as Solitaire brought something to mine
this will be the only time i reblog this until publication day probably but i just wanted to say that i’m literally amazed at how many notes this has gotten and how many followers i’ve gained over the last 24 hours and thank you so much to everyone who’s sent me such kind and lovely messages - it means the absolute world to me to spread my love for writing and hopefully persuade young writers that age should never be something to hold you back and it is possible to be successful in writing, even if you don’t know anyone in publishing or have any money. thank you EVERYONE i am just so amazed and grateful, and if you get to read the book, i really really really hope that you enjoy it!
I’m looking forward to reading it!
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let’s settle the debate on demons eating salty food
Julia had to eat three handfuls of rock salt to expel her demon (5.06 I Believe the Children Are Our Future)
a pinch of salt in a pie crust isn’t going to hurt Dean
are we not going to mention the fact that dean is a knight of hell and exorcisms didn’t even effect abbadon. the demon possessing julia was probably a lesser demon. i don’t think he’ll even notice the salt in pie much less be unable to eat it
honestly, I don’t think he’ll be able to smoke out at all. He’s not possessing a meat suit. His soul never left his body. And it seems to me that a demon powered by the mark of Cain would be bound to the body that bares the mark.
I’m sure some of the demon rules still apply. holy water probably hurts him and he wont be able to cross salt lines, but if you break a salt line a demon can pass over it. Salt in food is not an unbroken line. It’s a sprinkling on top or mixed in with other things. That’s why Ruby could eat fries and Crowley could eat pizza. Salt only works if it’s pure and unbroken
Supernatural: where we don’t mind demons but instead help them figure out they can eat pie
Fixing one demon’s appetite at a time.