#Adonai!

[saiwola]

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"Keep the wine flowing! On the house!"

The atmosphere at The Siren's Lure was vibrant as always. The air filled with the scent of spices and incense, masking the scent of sin. Silks hung before stained glass windows to further soften the light in varying hues of pink and purple. The interior filled with music and voices and the clinking of glasses. With heat and reverie.

And at the center of the party was Adonai, Lukios to most. Propped up on the bar laughing it up with a few patrons. Dressed in his usual finery. All his gold outshone by that perfect, inviting smile. He waved the pale haired bartender over. Before wrapping his arms around the shoulders of two inebriated men, pulling them into a casual hug as he addressed the man behind the bar.

"Evius. Make sure these men's cups never run dry," he laughed.

"Thass awful kinn uhf yoo, lukios," slurred one. His cup already being filled again.

The other added, "Yeah. Yoo really arr azz kinn azz theey shay. Nod liyke ozzer celebrities."

"Hey. I want you to feel comfortable," he purred. His voice sickeningly sweet and smooth. "Now if you need anything, you let me know, okay?"

At that, he watched as the two glanced toward one of the barmaids. A petite mousy thing that flinched as she noticed the men watching her. Quickly hurrying into the back. One of the men whistled after her before the two started their crude comments.

"Too bad shese sush a fuckin' bish..."

Adon's eye twitched.

"Maybe yoo coud mayke herr c'meere t' serve us. Eh?"

Though he maintained his smile, there was a glint in the musician's golden eyes. A hint of something more sinister. Violent. Predatory. His fingers squeezed the men's shoulders a bit too tightly.

"Well," he crooned. "I do take care of my own~" For the briefest moment, it seemed like black was peeking at the edges of his sclera. His grin grew wider, toothier.

"Which is why I don't take kindly when people put their hands on my girls..."

One of them opened their mouth as if to speak... just as both men passed out on the counter. There was a brief lull in conversation as their heads hit the bar. The closer crowds eying the situation. Though that was quickly remedied when Adon spun around, Clapping his hands together.

"Sorry for that. Next round's on me~"

Everyone in these parts knew how protective he was with his staff.

"Evius. Can you get started on these for me," he asked as the bar stools seemed to come to life, carrying the unconscious men into the back.

"You got it, boss."

Adon watched as Evius followed the stools. Makign his way to the back as well, stopping at a nearby table first.

"Hey Sylvie... You don't mind going ahead, do you? Something kind of came up," he said, gesturing toward the back.

"I can see that. And I don't mind. I'll let her know you'll be later. I don't think she really needs your help anyway."

"You're the best, Sylvie~ Give our little witch a big ol' smooch from me as an apology." He chuckled before walking off to handle the garbage.

"You know she'd smack you for that."

"Why do you think I'm asking you to do it~?"

[spockeveryday]

[skybson]

2x02 - Who Mourns for Adonais?

[iamenits]

Who Mourns for Adonais?

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Nichelle Nichols and Leonard Nimoy - Star Trek (1967)

[per1w1nkl3]

william shatner really put his whole pussy into making kirk gay for spock in this episode

[etherealspacejelly]

ok so apollo insults spock. because hes a bitch. and jim checks in with him like hey did that hurt your feelings and obvi spock is like i have no feelings to hurt

but then jim is like "we know the questions and you're the best man to find the answers"

he compliments him anyway. to make him feel better. because he knows spock is a lying bastard im gonna cry

[ohholydyke]

When the prophet Elijah faced a government that wanted him dead, he wanted to die, so God sent an angel—a messenger of the Lord—who put their hands on him, brought him food and said “Arise, eat.”

And when Elijah laid back down because he lacked the strength to continue, the angel came again. They put their hands on him, brought him food and said “Arise, eat, because the journey is too great for you.”

And Elijah got up and ate. Until he was ready to engage in his long journey to the mountain of God.

When he got there, the government still wanted the prophet dead, so Elijah still wanted to die. So God told him to stand on the mountain while He came by, so that Elijah could be near God and see Him.

Elijah looked for God in the roaring wind, but God was not there. He looked for God in the earthquake, but God was not there. He looked for God in fire, but God was not there.

And then Elijah heard a gentle breeze, and God was there. In comfort. In stillness. In gentleness.

And when Elijah left, still despairing over facing a government that wanted him dead, God sent him to Damascus with the promise that Elijah would anoint new kings and a new prophet. He found Elisha, his companion and fellow prophet, who stood with Elijah as they weathered the storm of government, grief and fear together. And then they built a new world.

Elijah outlived those who wanted him dead. But he did not do it alone. Comfort, touch, food—these are the essentials. These get us out of bed. These keep us alive. The message from God when Elijah is lying down in despair isn’t “get to work,” it isn’t “focus on resisting,” it isn’t “mourn,” it isn’t chastisement. It’s “arise, eat.”

Communion, gentleness, stillness, focus—these are what motivate us to do the work. Elijah was driven by despair into God’s arms. Maybe that works for you—I will be spending my day in prayer alongside my local parish and participating in a communal Mincha service. Maybe the communion and gentleness for you is other people. Your friends, family, loved ones. Maybe it’s yourself—sitting in meditation, art, music, screaming, cooking, sobbing, stretching, gardening. Do something to be in communion with someone or something today. If you have no one, commune with yourself. Commune with plants and your pets and the wind and the water and the candlelight and anywhere you feel that gentle breeze. Stillness, focus, connection.

Finally, companionship, organizing, community, action, solidarity—these are what allow us to do the work. The journey is too great for us alone. We need each other. We will weather this storm together. We will weather the grief and mourning and despair and anger and outrage and whatever the next few years have in store for us, and we will do it standing alongside each other.

Remember—if things get overwhelming, return to the basics. Lay down. Eat. Rest. Repeat until you can find communion and stillness. And repeat both until you can find the strength to journey on and create meaningful relationships and resistance with others.

As final thoughts, I will share the prayer I have prayed regularly since I began my own journey alongside God as a blessing to anyone who may benefit from hearing it:

May God give you eyes that you may see, ears that you may hear, and lips that speak the truth in righteousness. May you receive a caring heart and open mind. May the Lord bless the work of your hands and that which you give others.

And, to those for whom Christ may be a comfort:

May the Risen Savior grant you peace. May He help you to become more like Him and find solace in Him and His Passion. May the five wounds of Christ serve as a map guiding you to His gentle breeze.

May the Holy Virgin light your way and intercede for us all, comfort the afflicted, hear our sorrows, and show us the Blessed Fruit of her womb Jesus.

Em nome do Pai, do Filho, e do Espírito Santo,

Amém.

EDIT: This post is blowing up a bit so I feel the need to expressly state (as if my blog isn’t statement enough) that this is a queer leftist message. I stand with Palestine, Sudan, the Congo and all peoples struggling to be free. I stand with Black, Brown and Indigenous peoples suffering under colonialism, racism and imperialism, I stand with queer people, I stand with the houseless, I stand with anarchists and witches and freedom fighters. The idea of self care expressed here is explicitly indebted to Audre Lorde—the act of placing boundaries with yourself in order to have the energy to do the work of fighting for liberation, freedom and equality. Her concept applied to the labor regularly performed by Black women in being forced to advocate for their own humanity, which ought to be acknowledged, but in its principles we may also find a path to guide the rest of us towards a foundation of sustainable movement. My faith is based around the acknowledgment that Jesus Christ did not come to establish a kingdom of man, or a hierarchy of oppression, but a kingdom of God built for the oppressed.

[star-trekster]

Love the new intro battle scene for Lower Decks Season 5! Still Frame under cut ⬇️

[godslove]

Then she called the name of the Lord who spoke to her, You-Are-the-God-Who-Sees; for she said, “Have I also here seen Him who sees me?”

—Genesis 16:13

[transparensie]

a few more older sketches from like.. march-aug of 2024 ish!

[spockeveryday]

[skybson]

My Top 25 Costumes from Star Trek : The Original Series

7. Carolyn Palamas' Peplos

[duchess-of-mandalore]

If the Mandalore story in The Clone Wars was live action

(A group effort by the Obitine server ❤️)

Satine Kryze: Cate Blanchett

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Ewan McGregor

Pre Vizsla: Paul Bettany (yeah, he’s Dryden Vos, I know. But look at his cheekbones! It’s too perfect! Also, I headcanon that Pre and Dryden are half-brothers, and you should too!)

Bo-Katan Kryze: Katee Sackhoff

Darth Ketchup: Ray Park & Sam Witwer

Darth Mustard: Clancy Brown

Almec: Charles Dance

Ahsoka: Laura Harrier

Korkie Kryze: Freddie Fox

Lagos: Lucy Boynton

Soniee: Katherine Langford

Amis: John Bell

Fenn Rau: Kevin McKidd (I’m sticking him in because I can)

Edean Tol’ket: Michael Ealy (from @the-obiwan-for-me’s She Said the Word series)

And bonus flashbacks of the Kryze parents (the artwork is mine and the full edit can be found here)

Adonai Kryze: Charlie Hunnam

Satine & Bo’s mother: Anna Torv

Seriously, Anna somehow looks like both Cate and Katee and it drives me insane.

[andyoullhearitagain]

[monainthecatacombs]