#John 1:4

[wiirocku]

John 1:4 (NLT) - The Word gave life to everything that was created, and His life brought Light to everyone.

[vivitalks]

best types of brennan NPC

autism haver

stoner

frat bro who has unlearned hypermasculinity so hard that he's gone 100% the opposite direction about it

anticapitalist proletarian

the most insane person you've ever met

[focr]

[scripture-pictures]

[otterbiscuits]

06. The Hill (6/60)

[scaradeus]

(not a ship art)

og post

[paranormal-taters]

Reminder to my fellow Christians:

The people that we reject for social/political/religious/class-related reasons are the people that Jesus is meeting at the well. Whoever you think is "other" than you is the person to whom Jesus is offering living water. Whoever you look upon with contempt or disdain is the person to whom Jesus is saying, "I who speak to you am He."

[manofyogurt]

my best friends from video games

[doctorwhoisadhd]

clara oswald is the only doctor who character who could have made torchwood MORE fucked up

[wombpala]

yeah to me it feels like the popular idea that John was homophobic/beat his kid(s)/taught them that having emotion makes you weak is just ppl choosing to interpret 'abusive father' in the shallowest most black-and-white movie villain way possible. when the ways he fucks them up in canon are so much more interesting and complicated.

[wiirocku]

John 1:4 (GNT) - The Word was the source of life, and this life brought light to people.

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

John Wick + outfits

[focr]

[nukastorm]

I want him in a way that would frighten the church

[nattiebugs]

sweet solutions

in which… jj’s upset about losing the race

pairing: soft!jj x fem!reader

“fuck!” jj yelled, slamming the door as he came into your house - something small you bought a year before after saving up for forever.

it made you jump, the suddenness of it, the volume. you marked your place with the spine of your book pressed flat against the nightstand and stood, moving slowly toward the living room.

he’d only ever come in like that when something was really wrong.

he was pacing, back and forth in tight, restless lines, both hands shoved into his hair like he was trying to keep his head from splitting open. you stopped at the edge of the hallway, giving him space. letting him burn out whatever storm had caught in his chest.

“jay?” your voice was soft, but steady. “what happened?”

he didn’t stop moving. just kept pacing like the floor might cave in if he stood still too long.

“i lost,” he snapped, loud and broken. “i lost the bike, the race, the fucking money-” his voice cracked. “goddammit, i lost everything.”

his hands dropped to his sides. his chin wobbled. he looked like a fuse that had already blown.

your heart ached watching him.

jj never cried. not because he didn’t want to, but because anger always showed up first, louder and sharper and easier to carry. sadness was something he didn’t know how to hold. it felt too raw. too real. so instead, he yelled. slammed doors. pretended like if he was pissed off enough, nothing could touch him.

but you knew better.

you moved toward him slowly, like approaching a skittish animal, like one wrong move might make him bolt or crumble. he didn’t look at you. didn’t say anything when you stood in front of him and reached for his hands.

they were shaking.

“jj,” you said, quiet. “look at me.”

it took a second, but he did. and his eyes - god, his eyes - were glassy and red, fury clinging to them like smoke. but underneath it all was that same old ache. the one he always tried so hard to outrun.

“i needed that win,” he said, and it was softer this time. not yelling. not angry. just tired. “i needed that money. i was gonna fix it all, i swear. the bills, the rent, kie’s fuckin’ garden - i was gonna make it right.”

you squeezed his hands and let go, wrapping your arms around his torso. he didn’t hug you back, but you didn’t care. you understood.

“you can’t fix it all by yourself,” you whispered against his chest, letting your hands find their way up the back of his shirt, rubbing his lower back. “not when you didn’t cause all of it in the first place.”

“but still, i-i-i fucked it up… and now, everyone’s mad at me,” he finally let his arms wrap around you, pulling you farther into his chest. he let his head fall into your hair as he clung to you for dear life. “i was jus’ tryin’ to help and i fucked everythin’ up again.”

his voice cracked again at that last sentence, and this time he couldn’t stop it. the tears came fast - too fast for him to hide. he tightened his grip around you, like he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t run away from him. but you wouldn’t. you would never leave him at his most vulnerable.

you shushed him as he cried into your hair, rubbing his back, trying to make the pain go away. “it’s gonna be okay, jj. it’ll all be okay.”

he didn’t say anything else. just held you tighter, like if he let go, everything would break for good. his body was still shaking - shoulders trembling, breath catching, like the weight of the day had finally dragged him under and he was only now feeling how deep it went.

you didn’t try to stop the crying. you didn’t tell him to breathe or calm down. you just kept your arms around him, rubbing slow circles into his lower back, pressing your face into the side of his neck. he needed to come undone. and you were the safest place he had to do it.

jj had spent years pretending he was fine. like if he made enough jokes, yelled loud enough, smiled wide enough, it would drown out the hurt. but it never really worked. not for long.

“it’s not gonna stay like this,” you whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. “this isn’t forever.”

“feels like it is,” he mumbled against your skin. “feels like… i ruin every good thing.”

you pulled back just enough to cup his face, to make sure he was looking at you. his eyes were bloodshot, tears still slipping down his cheeks, jaw clenched like he was trying to hold it together even now.

“you don’t ruin things,” you told him. “things just happen. people mess up, plans fall through. but that doesn’t mean you’re the problem.”

he shook his head, voice raw. “but i always mess it up. even when i’m trying to do the right thing. i swear i’m trying.”

“i know,” you said softly. “i know you are. and that counts for more than you think.”

he didn’t answer, just let you pull him back into your arms. this time, he leaned his full weight into you, like he was finally letting himself rest. his hands gripped the back of your shirt, knuckles white.

you sat down on the couch and took him with you, guiding his head to your body like muscle memory. he buried his face in your chest, and you combed your fingers through his hair, slow and steady, like a rhythm he could fall asleep to.

“you’re not alone,” you whispered. “not now. not ever. and you are so much more than your faults.”

and even though he didn’t say anything back, you felt it in the way his breathing evened out. in the way his body softened under your hands. in the way he stayed.

[pup-pee]

YAYYYY HAPPY 90S KON WEEK

Day 1: Family / Friends

w/out bg under :3

irons outfit looks so tiger woods 2 me