#tofear

[grccnc-blog]

WOULDN’T   KILL   YOU   TO   HAVE   A   LITTLE   FAITH    !!

bethany greene as forever missed by mali’a.

[takethisheartofmine]

Paralyzed. A word implying some sort of physical or mental inability/disability, and yet often my experience of it has more to do with my own insecurity than incapacity. Paralyzed. Trapped in a web of negative emotions, assumptions, lies, even. Paralyzed. Gripped with fear, doubt, and/or uncertainty in taking the next step. (What is the next step, anyhow?) Paralyzed. Hindered by a sense of unworthiness and self-condemnation that pull me from the light of Truth. Paralyzed. Unwilling to see or move past what is known, to risk falling into a sea of unknown, unpredictable, unexpected. Paralyzed. Fearful that I cannot, but more often frightened to believe that I can. Paralyzed. Desperate to be more, do more, but unable to first live out the more urgent conviction that in Christ, I AM more. . . In one of His teachings, Jesus says, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” (John 10:10). Jesus died a most gruesome, torturous death, and rose from the grave, that we may have FULL, ABUNDANT LIVES. Free from fear. Free from condemnation. Free from the need to succumb to the toxic, suffocating, judgment-filled words around us (and often, inside of us). But are we living in the fullness and freedom that Jesus won for us? . . Don’t worry; I get it. I’ve spent YEARS in a state of seeming-paralysis, allowing my own fear, insecurity, and shame to deter me from taking any sort of risks or from daring to believe that my life could be more than what the world expects of me. Even now I daily wrestle with those same feelings. But beloved, believe me when I say—when the God of the universe says—you are worthy, treasured enough that the King of Kings would live, die, and rise from the dead that you may live life. To the fullest. Not paralyzed, but free. . . #prayerjourney #dailyreflection #setfree #inHim #Hecame #thatwemightlive #livetothefullest #everyday #believe #trust #persevere #Heisfaithful #youareworthy #loved #blessed #freed #nolongerslaves #tofear

[idontkillorphans]

‘ whAT’S UP FUCKERS ’

“Hi Negan.”

[sheriffwithagun-archived-blog]

“I dare you.”

@tofear​

Rick’s blood is boiling. He can feel it bubbling over, can feel the tension in the room. Cut with a knife would be an understatement at this point. The tension could be exploded with a match. Their unlikely friendship was pushing it’s way into something Rick really didn’t understand. He didn’t care too. He can’t think about it, or the uncomfortable guilt in his stomach turns into something else. Something he won’t think about. 

Their screaming match lead the two to where they were now. Outside screaming behind one of the houses. Rick isn’t sure how to handle it all. He licks his lips trying to stay calm, trying to calm himself. “You dare me? “He growls out, more pissed than anything. More angry that the man in front of him thinks he wouldn’t follow through with the challenge. Rick wasn’t a coward, he never had been– wouldn’t become one now. 

The rough push, causes the man in front of him to his the siding of the house, with an audible thud. Soft isn’t the right word for anything these two do. It’s teeth and tongue and uncomfortably wrong– its right.

[behindtheireyes]

“you look so fucking hot in the morning.”

“And you’re full of bullshit. . . .but I love you anyway.”

[falltogrvce]

@tofear / sc.

                    she should’ve known there was no getting out of it. in a forest, surrounded by saviors, gun already kicked out of her hands. a groan of annoyance leaving her throat as she heard boots crunch dry leaves, the slicing of air as the baseball bat was twirled around in his hands. she didn’t even have to turn around face him, already knowing where this was gonna lead. she was already forced to her knees, so she was just a sitting duck --------- again. ❛ . . . you gonna bash my head in or what ?? ❜

[sheriffwithagun-archived-blog]

@tofear

⭐ LIKED FOR A STARTER

Rick laughs in Negan’s face. “You think you have the upper hand still. “ Rick can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips. “You’re going to regret thinking you’re a god. 

[knifehcnd-blog]

@tofear

It wasn’t that Merle didn’t like the man. Merle Fucking Hated the Bastard. Even in his head the sentence would need to be capitalized. Every word of it. He wanted to spit in the man’s face, show the fucker that he meant business. He wasn’t some pretty little play thing like the damn fake sheriff Daryl had them following. 

“That so? “ Merle drawled out to Negan’s question. Something about supplies or whatever the fuck the other was going on about. Merle didn’t really care. Fucker would have another thing coming. Merle had thought it funny, when he had played the mind games with Rick. He didn’t really care for the man, but between the nasty hit on china man and the fucking army prick-- Even Merle knew the game was taken too far. 

Now a few months down the road, here they were. Trying not to fall apart, and Merle hated Daryl at that moment for making them stay with these fucking people. He stared at Negan, trying to look just as intimidating as the other man. Merle, no Merle wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t attack, they needed this man, as much as they pretended they didn’t. Just until he could figure out which way to run. “Where ya suppose we look for shit? ‘Cause dun know if ya noticed. There ain’t much left here”