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Took a mass softblock while this blog is on indefinite hiatus until I figure out what I want to do in the rpc while giving myself a needed break from it. If you have our blog on the mains list, please remove it, thank you and take care.

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You see this ?   @undecimusor​ got his ukulele out ,  and happily eyes at Unknown ,  excitement and eagerness glimmering in his brown eyes .

YES ,  THE UNKNOWN DOES CATCH THE DOCTOR’S EAGER EXPECTATION . . .   Warm chuckle leaves xem while xe watches him holding onto his ukulele ,  silently adoring the celestial excitement in xyr lovely galaxy .   Unable to resist ,  xe grins kissing his forehead and a beloved guitar is summoned in xyr shaky, scarred hands .

❝   Rea- readyyyyy to rock and roll ,  Starlight ?!   ❞   xe giggles through a delighted inquiry ,  own eyes glinting with shared childlike excitement for the best duet ever !   (   And when the Unknown strums xyr piece before the Doctor joins along ,  o’ ,  how the Universe will sing to their melody in all burning stars and swirling nebulas .   )

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Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees.” Thirst

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@el-los-world I looked through the whole vod and I hope this is the moment you wanted giffed! Message me if it isn’t!

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a comic about a worm on a string

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gibs you a biiiIIIIiiiIIIIIiiiIIIIIiiiiIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII kiss as you deserve it and just truly only the absolute bestiest <3

hi fruit cups i love you so much <3 you make me SSSSSOOOO happy and giddy. no words CAN EVER EXPLAIN IT !! so gibs you a big ole SMOOOOOOOCH-A-ROO x50

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Park Hae Soo as Berlin in Money Heist: Korea – Joint Economic Area (2022) | Episode 1.02

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Fuck it, gonna make Achim aka Gaylord our blog mascot * points at our dash icon *

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    1     It was after the Sunday Mass, while Father Lucas had been cleaning the Church, he met Eugene by the door entrance, his head peeking into the place with the constant familiar smile on his face.   2   Though common it would be for Eugene to visit Father Lucas, it always surprised him, in the most softest way, to see him anytime, anywhere.   3   Eugene was a wondrous child to have around, his presence beige and reminder of spring wind chimes with sparrows singing strangely late at night.   4  So, Father Lucas wondered what Eugene’s visit was for, only to be greeted by his greater smile as he fully entered the Church, revealing to him a portrait of...

   5     Father Lucas eye widened, disbelief ( ironic to the ever believer himself ) caught by the throat and gently held him perfectly still.   6   In dried paint and endless passion, there before Father Lucas, the picture held him in a half body cut, his stance of innocent pride and eyes bearing the glorious galaxy of humming blues and purples.  7   With the background coloured in merciless void staring, there was what appeared to be illustrated as light being his outline, a reminder to the world that yes, this is Lucas Lovewright.   8   Yes, he burns and yes, yes, yes, he is always with a smile, just as Eugene painted Father Lucas to be:   9   Forever burning and beautiful and more.

  10     Awed, quietly, Father Lucas said, “ Eugene, this is... ”  11   Silence was quick to be his full response, for he could not recall the last time anyone would draw of him, both his soft and scarred sides.   12   He did not realize he had dropped the broom so he would touch his cheeks, admiring himself that was made in Eugene’s Image, his starlight kindness.  13   He felt his burnt marks yet did not flinch as he always would, not when the portrait held too much comfort for him to recall the slow burning, but instead, only remember the loving and being loved by his friend.   14   Then, Father Lucas glanced at Eugene and pulled him into a tight embrace, trembling.

 15     “ Thank you, Eugene. Thank you, thank you, thank you. ”   16   Father Lucas’ gratitude fell, kissed Eugene’s forehead then.   17   It would always be beyond an honor to have someone who knew how to make the stars shine more brighter again, just by having Father Lucas smile in joyful tears with fear no more.

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Many, MANY notes about Father Lucas Lovewright, the Antichrist Priest:

The concept that Lucifer would use Lucas’ mother, Samantha Lockhart, to bring Lucas to Earth because he believed that having the Antichrist part human too would make him extremely powerful when humans would feel and think so much more stronger than a demonic being ever can, and he was right, but the thing with Lucas, all of the rage and disgust and other terrible feelings he had, he only used them as a weapon against himself rather than anyone on Earth.

Ever since he was a kid going to churches, his body would very slowly decay by being in sacred places and interacting ( seeing hearing touching etcetera ) with anything sacred, so over the time as he got older, he began to lose half of sight and hearing with half of his body burning, and no one including himself really knows why when his demonic blood can not be detected in manmade tools and human eyes, so he had to live like this for so long until he learnt about his father and demonic originals before he was able to learn how to shapeshift, removing the burns off of him. Though Lucas rarely hides his burnt side because despite how it reminds him terribly about the effects being in sacred place, of being the Antichrist, he can't hide what is simply a part of him. A REAL part of him that he is still trying so much to love while hiding it only means he hates and fears part of himself, and he can not have that.

Lucas originally had one leg ( akin to Sirenomelia ), but rather than being called a mermaid, he was called a Snake Spawn, a Child of Serpent, the Serpentine Son, so forth. Was eventually given two functional legs by Lucifer when Samantha sacrificed her entire own.

Have essential tremor disorder, selective mutism, and some form of synesthesia.

After Lucas was born, for seven days, something terrible would occur to the town / city he was born in, and many people believed his birth was responsible for the disastrous events.

Flies would ALWAYS follow Lucas around outside and indoor since he was a child, but eventually, when he grew more powerful while forming more love towards himself, those flies would end up turning into fireflies.

Lucas being an amazing singer, plays a piano so well... He’s also a hymn writer, but all of his work is shared under anonymous.

Lucas having a cane that can turn into a snake, which can be considered to be his emotional support animal.

Father Lucas rescues and takes care of many black cats when, unfortunately, they are associated with unluckiness and evilness. Sometimes after Sunday mass or whenever he has the chance, he will set up a small adoption event for people to adopt his cats. A lot of people passing and even a few of those who did attend to his church would give him a funny look, but that’s okay. He probably have one black cat he have always taken care of since he was a child. I don’t know her name yet, but she’s an oriental shorthair! 

He was born on December 24 or 25 at exactly 12:00am. Don’t ask me where, I haven’t figured out yet, but your pretty priest here is a Capricorn.

He’s a very touch starved individual, but he’s usually awkward / nervous to give physical contacts to people ( but gets a lot better with people he’s close to ) due to him rarely receiving them or usually things go wrong when he touches someone, so he often plays with his own hands, hugs himself, rubs his cheeks, etcetera. Even there are times he just holds his own hands with a thought he’s holding someone else’s hand.

He loves to cook and bake so much.

He often takes the time to visit graveyards and gives flowers to each graveyard, despite never having to know these people before.

He have a habit of absently doodling hearts on any papers he write on, even the professional kind of papers.

Father Lucas is always dressing up so formal or at least semi-formal, even at home ‘cause this man, really have no idea what casual means ( I don’t even think he knows what pyjamas are ), but if he does ever end up wearing anything casual in front of your muse, that just means he’s very... relaxed around them.There is one kind of a casual clothe that Father Lucas definitely loves to wear ( regardless of the temperatures of the atmosphere because I don’t think his body would be able to sense much heat, if not at all ), and that is sweaters. He owns little of them though as he’s very careful with the money he spends on, though he does try to knit a few despite his conditions, which would take him literally months, but he’s a determined individual, so he would get what he wants regardless of anything.

Father Lucas would love to have a child, but he can’t because of so many reasons, primarily his fear of having a child who wouldn’t exactly have a peaceful ordinary life, as well as he can’t have his demonic side of the “family” grow, so he would end up adopting a lot of kids and taking care of them until they get older and choose to live independently.

Father Lucas have a morning custom of practicing smiling to the mirror. With half of his face burnt off and is numb, it is hard for him to tell if he is actually smiling and when he looks at himself doing so, his smiles never look like one. Instead, they appear more crooked, more of mockery, his smiles appear as sneers at everything and everyone around him. A false display of kindness. And it always hurt them to see his smiles are like that, to think people believe his smiles are anything but kind and gentle. So every morning, after he takes a shower and changes into his clothes for the rest of the day, he will take at least a few minutes to practice smiling and trying to appreciate them. Even when Father Lucas may not be at his best mood, he still tries to smile, grateful that he is still given the ability to have that when God could have his entire face burnt off and take his smiles away.

Father Lucas is a very modest man who rarely uses his powers unless he really has to, especially when it comes to helping people in dire situations that can be ended more quickly if powers were come to used, so teleportation is rarely used for short distance ( home to a mall, home to a friend’s house, etcetera ), while he does teleport in longer distance ( one city to another, one country to another, etcetera ) because he doesn’t like to ask the Greed itself for money. Though Father Lucas can’t ride on anything due to having one leg entirely numb, he doesn’t take buses because he’s usually not comfortable having to be in a group of strangers when he has always been subjected to endless concerned staring and judgemental whispers, and he doesn’t take taxi as well because he’s also not comfortable to have a conversation with someone while being in a small space ( inside the car ) and even being in a restricted position ( having the seatbelt on and doors locked ).

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                            “ You can love and be loved, despite what may feel                                              like the eternally brutal nature of the world. ”

  1   It was at night when Eugene told Father Lucas this.   2   It was a time meant to be cold and heavy when Father Lucas spent most of the day at the back of his Church, bleeding from Hatred,   3   a constant barking and biting thing that took some forms of Man and Woman and even their beloved Children.  4   They called Father Lucas the Devil’s Spawn, the Son of the Serpentine, the Ending To the World;   5   just as his Past, on newspapers and in interviews and by many real and fake people, had at least once a day, once a night.   6   Though, in the Present, tonight, there was a difference still:   7   Father Lucas had Eugene beside him at this night since the evening he found him trying to patch his wounds, and, for this, it was a time only kinder.

  8   Eugene’s words left Father Lucas chuckling, not of mockery, no, but more of surprise to hear him offer this such vivid comfort that came from the most understanding.   9   It was never easy to be the reaching forth hands as sunlights going over a whole country, to be the words falling down as million gentle raindrops.   10    So Eugene did not have to say this to Father Lucas, do anything that made him stay with Father Lucas, but he still said it and did everything,   11   and that was Love, Father Lucas thought.   12   It had to be Love, Father Lucas believed.

�� 13   “ You sounded almost like me, “   said Father Lucas to Eugene in wonder, his tone just as soft.   14   Almost like Father like Son, almost like Son like Father.   15   They were sitting on the pew in the front row, Father Lucas’ shoulder against Eugene’s for support, for he could fall to the side because of how much Hatred he was holding—   16   this Hatred not his own but from those people in the morning.   17   Father Lucas kept holding onto today’s Hatred closer to him, even when it was nothing but cutting and burning.   18   “ I said ‘ almost ‘ because I would had told you: You are loving and loved. I know I can love and be loved and, yes, I know this too with full certainty that I am loving and loved. “

  19   Father Lucas had been looking at Eugene while he continued speaking to him in tenderness.   20   Slowly, his shaky hands raise to Eugene’s cheeks and his gaze softens more;   21   it was an asking for his permission if he could touch him and when Eugene’s eyes brighten by the forming tears, ( a yes, please ),   22   Father Lucas cupped his cheeks, let his digit pads brush the scarred skin with a smile, hope that Eugene will remember this by the help of his softest touches.  23   “ You love me and I love you just as much, Eugene, my wonderful son, and that is more than enough for me to be able to tolerate the constant cruelty our Universe bears. ”

 24   Though it was permanent that Earth and all else would hold Hatred,   25   Father Lucas believed that Hatred could become small than it was yesterday if we love more today, smaller if we love so much more tomorrow, and that would always be Good enough.

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MIDNIGHT MASS, 2021

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WHAT KIND OF FLOWER ARE YOU ? *   as tagged by @banschivs   ♡   +   tagging @mavzone , @undecimusor , & you !

EDEN   :   TULIP   /   SALEM   :   ORCHID   /   BUDDY   :   SUNFLOWER   /   AETERNUS   :   FORGET ME NOT   /   XINYI   :   CHERRY BLOSSOM

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ENDLESS EDITS OF SEO JAE-YEONG

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it’s all me

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Victoria Chang, Obit