#I AINT EVEN RELIGIOUS PRAY FOR ME

[kingkenji]

my head hurts but it's probs because im the prettiest pretty boy thats ever prettied

[sunny-knight]

WE AINT MAKIN IT OUT OF THE ROOMMATE TORIEL NEUTRAL ENDINGS WITH THES ONES 😭😭😭

AUUUGH WHY DO AMVS HAVE TO TAKE SO LONG TO MAKE anywho,

casually obsessed with an actively grieving man who hides all of it deep within himself, staying with a woman who has known grief all her life.

Okay ill explain about the songs I gave a bit more, I mean- if you’re really that interested

oh and also *pulls out secret box* theres more

and I have like 30 others- but I mean…. you don’t want that, do you?………………but by chance…..some MIRACLE…..anyone wants………my………i mean……..my dms are open…………..I also like other neutral runs yk……..and like………yknow……….Undertale………

FRANCIS FOREVER!!!! This ones pretty self explanatory if you listen/you’ve listened to it before.

Not being who you want to be cause your other half isnt there, not being able to sleep, “I miss you more than anything” THE WHOLE SHEBANG!!!

Yk I actually made an animation inspired off of a certain part in the amv I have in my head for this song- But I used “Sailor Song” instead because……..I actually don’t know why, come to think of it-

BUT BASICALLY the line “I look up at the gaps of sunlight” before “I miss you more than anything” HURTS, yes, but ALSO

Sans cant exactly be looking up at….the sky cause uh…..underground. So he’s looking at the hole that you fall from!

THE ONLY THING!!!! This one is mainly vibes, lyrics are REALLY GOOD TOO but vibes for the neutral ending specifically…Its kinda nostalgic and childhood wondery (I LOVE SUFJAN STEVENS SO GODAMN MUCH OMG) and thats very much how I feel Toriels house/general demeanor is like :3

But i’m kinda stealing from the fan assumption/theory that Papyrus is often the only thing that convinces Sans that some things he does ARE worth doing even in a repeating world

“how do I live with your ghost” “everything i see/feel returns to you somehow” “I wanna save you from your sorrow”

ok but the saving from sorrow thing has 2 meanings, 1 twords Papyrus and the other to Tori, cause ALSO stealing from the fan theory/assumption that Sans hides a LOT from Papyrus and while I dont personallyyyyyy believe it cause I think the King Papyrus thing was a one time REALLY difficult choice- BUT ITS SAD AND IT WORKS FOR HERE.

THEN! it also works for Toriel cause he’s saving her from sorrow from telling her about what the human is really like

SLEEPYHEAD! This is from Toriels perspective now!!!

Again, pretty self explanatory if youve listened to the song, “theres dust upon the stairs” OMG! DUST!?!?! LIKELIKELIKE UNDERTALE???!?!?!?

Also “I have never been the type to go to church, but I pray for her(Him) each night” Toriel is shown to be religious in Deltarune so id assume shes the same in Undertale…

“Please dont forget that im your friend”

DON’T FORGET!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

But anywho- in an amv of this id think that… Toriel has no fucking clue whats up, cause Sans hasn’t told her, but she still “prays for him each night”/is worried for him cause CLEARLY HES UNWELL

DEAR THEODISIA….IS MORE SANS AND TORIEL/ALSO ASGORE THAN THE ENDING ITSELFFFFFFF BUT JUST HEAR ME OUT

Burrs whole thing is about his daughter… and Hamiltons is his son….

Toriel and Asriel…and Sans and Papyrus….IT ACTUALLY WORKS SO WELL AND I SOB IMAGINING THE AMV POSSIBILITIES

Asriel: you will come of age with our new nation, we’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll pass it on to you AAAAUUUUGHHH

Papyrus: pride is not the word im looking for, there is so much more inside me now, you outshine the morning sun AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Asriel will blow them all away by being KING some day, and Papyrus will by just being the coolest motherfucker in Snowdin and also ROYAL GUARD

[andy4yippee]

DAMN. analysis (not beta read)

Hello. this is an analysis of one, or the darkest album from Kendrick Lamar. it goes into many themes of religion, guilt from religion, love, trauma, death, etc.

I'll start with BLOOD.

the first track.

it starts with "Is it wickedness" "It is weakness?" "You decide."

"Are we gonna live, or die?"

Wickedness - the quality of being morally evil or wrong

Weakness - a state or condition of lacking strength/a quality or feature seen as a disadvantage or fault

The back cover of DAMN. seems to represent wickedness. while the front, seems to represent weakness.

This actually, continues to be a theme throughout the album. each song stands for either wickedness or weakness. that last line, may not mean much, but it means so much after you fully understand it. you can interpret the song into whatever story you want, no matter what way it's played.

in BLOOD, it's a pretty short song, and it seems simple- but it bites you back In the ass when you relisten and understand the full album.

Kendrick helps an old blind woman who seems like shes lost something.

he decides to go over and help her, and says "Hello ma'am, can I be of any assistance? it seems to me like you have lost something. I would like to help you find it."

she replies, "Oh yes, you have lost something. you've lost, you're life."

and Kendrick gets shot and dies.

WOAH! right? You're like, what the hell is happening?

now, this may be some kind of metaphor, but, if it was a real encounter..

huh? kendrick is ALIVE? it seems super random, right? did the old woman shoot him, did a gang shoot him, did he shoot himself? whats going on?

To make sense, we have to go to the next song.

DNA.

In this song, Kendrick states 23 things that are inside his DNA. a strand of DNA contains 23 chromosomes.

he seems very confident on this track. too confident. so, why is Kendrick being murdered on the first track??

these are the 23 things he states are in his DNA -

loyalty

royalty

cocaine quarter piece

war

peace

power

poison

pain

joy

hustle

ambition

realness

kill shit

millions

riches

dark

evil

rot

troublesome heart

soldier

murder

money

sex

There are a lot of negative things in this, but there's a lot of good too.

this song seems to be more associated with wickedness, it even has evil in it, which is in the definition. the way he raps also seems aggressive, not weak.

onto the next track.

YAH.

in this, he seems tired, way more vulnerable, and weak.

this song visibly represents weakness.

Kendrick reflects on his fame. He's afraid he'll work himself to death, he's tired of the media saying shit. his radar is 'buzzing' and he becomes aware of how much his career affects him. he says he's tired of being gossiped about, on fox news, tv, interviews, etc.

when you see YAH, you'd think it's a abrv. for YEAH.

but, YAH is the name referring to the closest name to god. it fits, due to the religious themes.

another important line is -

"im not bout a' religion.

im an Israelite.

don't call me black no more"

He states he's not about 'a religion' although, this album contains themes about him BEING religious. seems confusing right? just like BLOOD.

He's not religious in any way, but he does call himself a Israelite.

in the bible, a Israelite are gods chosen people.

"these people with be cursed with confusion, frustration, and illness until they follow God's will."

so- what's this mean? we learn more In this album that, Israelites are all people of color.

his cousin carl, (theres a tape of a phone call in one track), that he believes that people of color are God's isrealites, and that they'll be cursed of all 'the bad shit happening'.

but, Kendrick, doesn't seem to care, he focuses more on his carreer.

that brings us to-

ELEMENT.

in element, it starts with "KUNG FU KENNY, AINT NOBODY PRAYING FOR ME." "GOD KNOWS WHAT HAPPENS ON EARTH STAYS ON EARTH." (kid capri)

lets go more into that last line. its a bit like, 'what happens in vegas stays in vegas', a term to promote for gambling, etc, saying that no one will know that you've done stuff if you do go there.

so if you take that in context, Kendrick realizes that :

nobody is praying for him, and that no matter what he does he'll end up damned in hell anyway.

he states he doesn't give a fuck about whats happening to him, and he says he would die for his career. this represents WICKEDNESS. you can hear it in his tone. he insults other rappers, and says he's the best rapper. its a response to his weakness in YAH, that he doesn't give a fuck that he's cursed.

see a pattern? weakness, wickedness, weakness, wickedness...

but then, Kendrick realizes.

he does give a fuck.

FEEL.

this starts off with,

"aint nobody praying for me." x3

this features one of his prouducers, VP, a female, named chelsea bylthe saying the same. this is to show that even in music, in his team, no ones loyal, no one truly cares.

this one visibly shifts to WEAKNESS. kendrick realizes...wait. what if I AM cursed. i DO give a fuck.

in element, kendrick hides in his rap career, to escape the fact he's 'cursed' or that he's 'damned'.

FEEL. lets out those feelings.

Kendrick feels like hes lonely, like no one truly cares, and that he's truly ALL ALONE, and that every in the industry is an enemy. he feels weak, so he fights back in this song to seem anything but that.

he still speaks about how hes the best rapper, but how its full of toxic people, showing weakness.

he starts to come with the fact that he might actually be cursed. 2 songs back, he was kind of mocking that.

LOYALTY.

This ones a short anyalisis. its a song about Kendrick trying to get people to pray for him, by having loyalty people by him.

people who he trusts, he needs loyalty.

but, this one shows weakness. the pattern breaks.

PRIDE.

this is considered the worst possible sin of the seven deadly sins.

pride makes you feel above everyone, even god.

this song is likely his post popular on the album, and its a very important song.

"Loves gonna get you killed. But Pride's gonna be the death of you and me..."

confusing, right?

but, you can notice, that Love will simply get you KILLED. pride will be the DEATH of you.

Death seems almost like it would be the end of you. the end of your soul, while love would simply kill you.

In this album, we can see how pride infects him throughout the song.

he states he cares more about his lyrics than others. he says that in another life, a perfect world, he was there.

maybe in that perfect universe, there is a Kendrick who cares about others- but he doubts there's a universe where he doesn't have pride like this.

this track shows weakness.

HUMBLE.

this is THE turning point in the album.

kendrick talks about trying to overcome his sin. pride, but, the fact that he cant help himself from throwing shots at other people.

this track shows wickedness, but almost accidental wickedness.

he wants to be vulnerable and get rid of pride, but he cant seem to do that.

Hes taking shots at other rappers or people, telling them to sit down and be humble.

almost like, "ill be humble, but you better sit down and do the same."

LUST.

this is another of the seven deadly sins. its considered as when sexual pleasure is isolated from the fact of making children.

its a very sexual song. infact, i never noticed how bad it is lol.

it tells the routine of a man/woman who only live for short kinds of pleasure, and wake up to do the same.

it also tells the story of how Kendrick has to change, but how he doesn't. he states he hasn't only been lusting over sex, but fame and money. he fears god now, because of his sins.

this song is the first time Kendrick talks about being afraid of being damned by god to hell.

he begins to be afraid of god in his healing process. he becomes more religious because he fears hell.

he drifts more toward weakness.

LOVE.

this is the oppisote of lust. he states his relationship with his wife.

but, he says he values loyalty more than love.

"ill rather you trust me than to love me."

going back to loyalty..

in the music video, a Kendrick in white gets choked and killed by a Kendrick in black.

they sort of reappear in LOVE.

the one is black is happy, in love, and in a happy relationship in the LOVE music video.

and the one in white is unhappy, and in a toxic, unhealthy relationship.

in love, you can see that he overcame he lust with love.

so..why is there a Kendrick in the music video, doing the COMPLETE opposite? he chose love in the end, right?

he overcomes his pride with humbleness and overcomes his lust with love. he lets go of his wickedness. right?

XXX.

it shows a poor understanding of America's problem. song talks about how young black kids in America will find a way to survive.

we get introduced to johnny, who doesnt want to go to school and wants to be a rapper like his uncle. (this may be keen, his younger cousin)

on a phone call, Kendrick says that if anyone touched his family he would kill that person and openly admit it- then, he quickly ends the call, saying he has to speak at a convection.

it talks about gun control, evil acts in America, etc, and how people turn a blind eye due to the American dream they're living.

kendrick talks about america like the complete opposite of a perfect world referred to in PRIDE.

XXX. could be the 'USA' X rated, but no ones exactly sure.

FEAR.

this starts with a voicemail from duckworth/carl, talking about how he knows that Kendrick feels like no one prays for him and he explains how they're cursed, and how it'll keep going until he follows gods wishes.

we get a verse from Kendrick sung backward.

random, right? but it actually means were going BACK in time.

he talks about when he was a kid, and his abusive mother. she threatened to beat him, and if he ran to his dad, she said she would hurt him more.

his father was the only one who could help him with his mother, and he really looked up to him.

the second verse takes place 10 years later. he was 17.

Kendrick mentions one fear: Death.

the lyrics speculate how he could die.

in 10 more years,

when he was 27, he has many more fears, saying that all the money and fame is a joke from god.

GOD.

God is a DIRECT response to fear, especially to the voicemail.

kendrick didn't want to feel cursed, so he turned to god, which to him, turns to weakness. vulnerable, that's how it seems to make him feel.

he says to god, don't judge me for my past mistakes. he says he was beaten, he did bad things..etc. he feels fear of god. its his way of asking god to not send him to hell.

he says he lives through fear. fear of god.

wickedness, or weakness? Which one?

weakness, right?

but, what if, he was never meant to choose?

YOU decide.

DUCKWORTH.

duckworth is the last track on the album.

he realizes that his biggest enemy was him, this whole time.

"i always thought it was me versus the world"

"until i realized its me versus me"

This is a story. a story of two men, one named ducky, one named anthony.

anthonys life turned into a life of crime. at 15, he was drug dealing, and continued in tih business. he gets approached by cops, gets offered to be a confidential comforter. he says no, and goes back to KFC to get something to eat.

Ducky worked the window and had a young son. he wanted to make money to get his son to college, but, obviously, he's not the only one who needs money, anthony does too.

ducky was aware, and he knew Anthony would. so, he got on his good side, gave me extra biscuits or extra chicken.

Anthony became fond of ducky, that he never robbed the KFC.

Ducky, is Kendricks father. kendrick was signed to anthonys label, and they met together, they laughed together.

because they realized that if ducky wasn't so kind to Anthony, Kendrick would have NEVER become a rapper.

WRAP UP.

to conclude.

you can play this album anyway. it can end, or start anyway. and it will still make sense.

if you play it backward, kendrick goes into a loop of crime, and died in blood, being shot after going into a life of crime after his dad dies from Anthony.

or, he can get better, closer to god, and be successful.

overall, this album was played out perfectly. and my hands hurt. thank you, bye.

THAT WRAPS UP, DAMN. THE ANALYSIS.

thank you.

[lifeinthegladhouse]

anyways on that note it further cements some of my most beautiful experiences with christian folks is almost always with lgbt christians and also sometimes delivers a message i dont even think is from YHWH alone. i firmly believe the gods aint beefing like people act like they are and they all drink at the same bar. many many many a time I firmly believe YHWH and Odin had a hand in looking out for me. I don't always admit it, but I do believe in the transcendence and goodness of divinity beyond man's written problematic dogma. and a lot of pagans feel this way lol. like I don't want to worship YHWH or anything, but I'm kinda like, hey, I acknowledge you aren't what people say, I acknowledge the beauty of your followers who aren't dbags, just like I have many incredible Jewish and Muslim friends and I love their faith, it isn't His fault that there are dbag evangelical freakies in the world, just like it ain't Odin's fault there's a bunch of nazi scumbags. every faith has its good and bad, and I love to be a big embracer of people of faith who are just normal hinged people. i will always fight for that. i straight up do not fuck with people who make fun of religion or bag on religious people as sheep or idiots or hateful b/c that isn't the truth inherently. that's about them, class, politics, propaganda, it has nothing to ACTUALLY do with their faith. and like, yeah, i grew up hardcore evangelical in texas. my moms side of the family is transphobic and says god doesnt make mistakes and im a woman blabla. well? god doesn't make mistakes and it's an assumption that that god even made me, first of all, but secondly, like, ok? that's your opinion and it aint "gods". like, fuck you lol. but it has taken a LONG time for me to heal from this, understandably, but now, im like, fine. I prayed to lord and jesus and every norse god i venerated on my father's dying bed. like. sue me. faith is rad and lack of faith is fine but dictating who everyone is or isnt under your false premise of faith OR atheism, is shitty.

[judaismandsuch]

Like, I can't know the exact scenario you are talking about, because well... I'm not you and experience is on a spectrum?

But if you are talking about people saying something along the lines of "I'm sure they're in a better place." or an equally banal version thereof...

That's an ingrained milqutoast social script. Replying to it with 'I don't believe in that, and it is insulting that you brought your beliefs into this.' would be, well, beyond odd.

It would be the equivalent of replying to someone saying "I'm sorry" with "why? It's not your fault".

And I am pretty sure that most religious people are used to hearing people disagree with their faith.

(I'm sure there are places that are so culturally homogenous that that isn't the case, but y'know)

Hell, I'm used to my religion being used as a punchline, or some of the obscure laws being used as a 'gotcha' for a different religion, which is a whole level of insulting.

Now, if they are using it as a talking point to convert/bring you closer to the religion, sure they're dicks!

But if I hear that someone died, my imediate responses are: Baruch Dayan HaEmet (if the person telling me is Jewish, I say it to them, if not just internally), and Zichrono L'Vracha.

Neither of these are enforcing my religion on someone else. Hell, one of them is only religion related in a banal sense.

Yeah, if I expect someone to *engage* with the religion, when they aren't part of it/don't believe, I'd be a dick.

But if I give a platitued that is coloured by my background, it's a platitude. It's a thing to say to someone else.

If I was mourning a dead relative, and someone said to me 'Well, they aren't suffering anymore'

How much of an asshole would I have to be to say back 'Well, they only died yesterday, which means they are most likely still in gehonim, which is fairly unpleasant.'?

We, as a society, have a social script.

That social script includes that in times of trouble, people will reply with a one liner that is ingrained, and unless it is fucking egregious should be ignored.

"Thoughts and prayers", alright if someone believes, and will actually pray, prayers are nice. But the fuck are 'thoughts'? But hey, I'm Jewish and they are hindu! That's a problem for them to pray for me! Do I say something? No.

"I'm sorry for your loss", ok, cool, so were the last 20 people who shook my hand then moved on.

"My condolences." Wow, formal today aren't we?

hell, even on holidays.

"Merry Christmas"- I aint christian. I don't believe in Jesus. But I just say Merry Christmas back, because they obviously do, and it is banal without meaning.

Now if on the death of a loved one, someone said "They are with Jesus now." or "Why don't you come to my church and pray for their soul?" - Fine, they are stepping beyond the bounds of social script and polite nothings to something that can be aggravating.

But Fuck, it's not eggshells.

It's taking a platitude for what it is, engaging in social script, and moving on.

I know I just restating the point of that post but respecting religious freedom will sometimes require you to respect someone's belief that religious beliefs are categorically untrue, and there are a lot of people who are unable to handle this, and even more people who think they agree with this but haven't really grappled with what it means.

[kentmac]

The Fall of Constantinople in the Style of Dave Attell (Part 3)

Alright folks, so we got this Mehmed dude coming in hot with his army, ready to attack the Theodosian Walls, the only thing standing between him and Constantinople. They set up camp outside the city, the day after Easter - must've needed a little break after all those chocolate eggs. Now, these Ottomans knew their stuff when it came to besieging cities. They had a whole system going on - burning corpses, getting rid of poop in a sanitary way, and making sure their water was clean. Gotta hand it to 'em, they were taking hygiene pretty seriously – or lack of it - considering they were about to wreck some walls. Thank good you can’t smell the old times though the funny stories in the history books.

So, Constantinople, also known as Istanbul, was like the toughest city in Europe back in the day. Mehmed, the dude leading the Ottoman Empire, sent some of his best troops to take out the remaining Byzantine strongholds outside the city. They managed to capture a couple of forts and even some islands, but they couldn't get past this chain blocking the entrance to the Golden Horn, which is like this harbor area. But then, Mehmed was like, "Nah, I'm gonna drag my ships over a frickin' hill and bypass that chain." So, they greased up some logs – get your mind out of the gutter - and pulled those ships up the hill. What do you know – lube makes everything better This move seriously messed with the flow of supplies for the defenders and pretty much killed their morale. The Byzantines tried to fight back with fire ships �� that’s a ship that you set on fire for those not in the know. Apperently, you man them with crew, set them on fire and then the crew bails at some point. Don’t ask me I aint no general. But the Ottomans won out and the Byzantines who bailed from their sinking ships after they set them on fire got impaled on stakes when the reached the land because the Mehmed was right there to intercept them. In retaliation, the Byzantines executed their Ottoman prisoners in front of the Ottoman army. So yeah, it was getting pretty intense on those sea walls defending the Golden Horn.

Hey folks, so there were these Ottoman dudes trying to break through the walls of Constantinople, right? And they had these sapper guys, Serbian miners or whatever, sent by Zagan Pasha, trying to dig tunnels to get inside. But this German engineer named Johannes Grant, along with the Byzantine troops, they were like, oh hell no, and they dug counter-mines to kill those miners. It was a whole underground battle, man. They intercepted tunnels, destroyed 'em with Greek fire, and tortured some Turkish officers. Meanwhile, Mehmed, the Ottoman leader, sent an ambassador to the Emperor, offering to lift the siege if they just handed over the city. But our Emperor, Constantine XI, he wasn't about to give up without a fight, my friends. That's some real badassery right there.

Alright folks, here's the deal - it's 29th of May, and shit's about to go down in old Constantinople. The Ottomans are all fired up and mobilized for this final assault. They prayed and rested, because you know, gotta be well-rested before kicking some Byzantine ass. Meanwhile, the Venetian fleet was like, "Yo Emperor, ain't no big relief fleet comin'." So, tensions were high, and mass religious processions and ceremonies were happening all over the damn place. The Ottomans were blasting cannons left and right, shooting 5,000 shots using a shit ton of gunpowder. Then, just past midnight, it was game on. The Christian troops attacked first, followed by these azaps and Anatolian Turkmen dudes who aimed for the weak-ass 11th-century walls. They managed to breach it for a hot second, but the defenders were like, "Nah, not today." Finally, the elite Janissaries went all out and attacked the city walls. And in the chaos, the Genoese dude in charge of defense got seriously messed up, causing a good ol' panic among the defenders. Shit's escalating, people!

The Battle

So, there's this crazy battle, right? The Genoese troops are retreating, Constantine and his dudes are holding their ground against the Janissaries, but eventually, the Ottomans break through and all hell breaks loose. Greek soldiers run home to protect their families, Venetians retreat to their ships, and a few Genoese escape. Some guys surrender, some jump off the walls, and it's a straight-up massacre. The Ottomans take over the city, loot the houses, and behead some dudes. But hey, at least a few people manage to escape. It's chaos, bro.

Well folks, according to the fancy book, Mehmed II let his troops do some looting but tried to stop it from going too far. But let me tell ya, those sailors and marines went berserk, looting everything in sight. The city was in ruins, churches desecrated, houses destroyed, and stores emptied. Mehmed II was supposedly moved to tears, saying, "What a city we have given over to plunder and destruction." And let's not forget about the pillaging and atrocities. Thousands of Christians were killed or enslaved, nuns and innocent women were raped, and youths were forced into obscene acts. It was a bloodbath, folks. The Ottomans even captured children and stole treasures from the imperial palace. Resistance was futile - anyone who defied them was straight up slaughtered. It was a gruesome scene, piles of corpses everywhere you looked. Just goes to show the brutality of war, my friends.

So the Hagia Sophia got a makeover, huh? Knocked over an altar and put a muezzin up there to sound a prayer. Talk about a holy renovation! But hey, the Greek Orthodox Church still got to chill inside, so I guess that's cool. And this whole Ottoman millet system thing? Yeah, apparently that's just a myth. But anyway, back to the real drama - Constantinople fell, and Europe freaked out. Some were all for another Crusade, while others thought maybe talking it out could work. Pope Pius II was all like, "Let's grab our swords and go!" and this German dude was all like, "Nah, let's talk it out, bro." Meanwhile, poor Morea fortress held on, but eventually gave in. And poor Constantine XI didn't have an heir, so his brothers' kids became Ottoman favorites. One became Governor-General of the Balkans, and the other became an Admiral. Talk about a family affair! And now, with Constantinople under Ottoman control, it was like a punch in the gut for Christendom. But don't worry, the West kept dreaming of a Christian reconquest, fueled by rumors of Constantine XI's rescue from an angel. Oh, and the Pope called for a crusade, but no one really cared. So yeah, the age of crusading was pretty much over.

You know, back in the day, when Constantinople got sacked and fell like a ton of bricks in 1453, it triggered this massive migration of Byzantine scholars and all sorts of folks. We're talkin' grammarians, humanists, poets, writers, printers, the whole package. These guys brought with them a boatload of knowledge from Byzantine civilization - stuff that Western Europe hadn't seen before. And guess what? This whole shebang is considered by many fancy-pants scholars as the kickstart to the Renaissance. Yeah, that's right. The end of the Middle Ages, baby! It's like a whole new era started when these Greeks made their way to Italy. Authoritative source? Me, that’s who.

Now, there’s your bedtime reading folks. Sleep tight.

[maurenislife]

Andrew tate is insightful for the wrong reasons.

Sinful p

Life and scars

Shid the list go on, kevin Samuels…

Its a lens into how men think and operate

They at odds w/ what system they have built against us women they continue to uphold the hypocrisy.

They want the madonna and the mary all at once cause they cannot sort through how that even works.

I am at my rope actually cause this didnt work n i prayed n i tried being as bare bones as possible it hurt me but now its like a bruise ik he aint coming back n i kinda dont care for the reason is ^^^

Those men are insightful leading me into a mans brain where all the thoughts are on a playground corresponding with eachother

Each archetype playing together in harmony or leavin the others on the bench to watch play….

Its semi easy to decipher where a man head at cause youll always know your destination and place as a woman

“Eventually the trash or a memory”

Then women who get married are now

Property, or if u have a nigga baby you are property too.

If you are his significant other you will eventually become a memory or replaced

Cycle continues,

Nobody better than anybody,

Upgrade or downgrade

Pretty or ugly sex good or bad it honestly doesnt matter who gets my spot when i leave, cause most women lie to keep men around, if it was the truth what more is their 2 uncover and soon what rlly is there to like or love about you?

You are on the way out as soon as u fully step in, so enjoy ur time hold him tight cause it will all be over!

Idk how i made it almost 3 years with a man

He rlly did love my guts, i was just so hateful inside. I thought a boyfriend is what i wanted cause i never had one

I loved him too i just wanted to go be free, i hated the questions about my life n why im like this why i gotta change, i was suppressing myself cause i wanted something normal like to spend holidays w

Start a family w, until we would fight n im like why tf i wanna go thru all this just to say i got a nigga ?

Im crying in our closet watching sermons at the time i was still mildly religious

Im like god plz come save me plzzz

And he never did i had to save myself put my cats life at risk put my life and his at risk all to call it quits nobody says how traumatic it is when somebody suicidal u gotta break up w dem u look so evil n im not evil

At 25 i can truly say WHAT IN THE FUCK 🤣

[freemints30]

Ritualistic Human Sacrifice (Review)

Okay thoughts A Lots of spoilers cus F subtly CONTENT WARNING: SEXISM, MENTIONS OF ABORTIONS, GORE Lets go down memory lane

At first... I hated this damn book. The mc was still obnoxious to read. Going on and on about preferring young """prestine""" girls, not virgins thou. Which either denial or trying to cover his ass. Or the desire for the unrealistic pristine hyper sexual young girl Ie something that will only exists in porn.

Being in his head is what I imagine living in the head of a reddit mod was like. Pure hell and cheeto dust. All this while I prayed for him to just die. I dont care die of become a poo statue and get fucked. I did not get that

I got a bullshit ending MC, learns nothing suffers little consequence, gets everything he wants technically. Divorce, no kid and his wife miserable. The End. Then after a chat I realize maybe that's the point? Through out the story the longing for the unrealistic exception of a woman. The sex-abortion cult; Where the men can have sex with no consequence other than their own minor mutilation and be able to perform with little refracteral period or even turn offs. All the women are hyper sexual and have the abortions, reseting everything back as if it never happened. Maybe cult like that is his mentality is worshiped. Like a celebration of it in its most extreme

Everyone around the couple dismisses his wife. Treating her intentionally getting pregant (on the assumption he changed his mind. So she's dumb as hell) as a grave sin while he's decisons (out of spite mind you) treated as loving. He can walk out, she can't. The house seller expresses concern of them moving to the new house and she not know. His boss questions where she would work (which is what the husband wants her to lose) but all don't actually care and goes "of course her hubby knows best" spooky. He wants sex with out consquence or the expections to please his partner.

I'll say the wife is treated more off handly. IE she through out the book until the end stays inside only seeing the docter who expresses some sympathy for her miscarriage but in the basic sense. Not really caring and the wife is dissmissed when she takes her miscarriage poorly and going through grief. The docter also bangs her husband so she aint that sad about it.

The town is a twisted parody of this kind of world. The only thing guys have to give up is thier thumbs to prevent masturbation cus that would not be needed in this town, where in theory they can get what they like. If a person turn out to be barren or unable to inseminate or carry children they will be killed. Like the mc after his vasectomy and later on a trans woman.

A contradiction in criticing people who don't want or cant have children while at the same time having little regard for children or accept responsibility for them.

And the baby's birth dunno they never mention anything about it except the coming of him, not anything afterwards…. Like some religious groups

The wife's miscarriage can be interpret as an forced abortion. Cus prior the wife doesnt want to go the new docter when she saw bleeding. Instituting thier old docter telling her that bleeding this early in the pregancy should not be cause for an alarm. But this new docter says it was a miscarriage and the the fetus was removed from the body.

Town of ass holes When read through that lens, I do see what is being done here. Buuuut the mc narration was way too insuffrable for me to actually reccommend. The reveal of the mystery girl thorugh the thing being trans, although was not terrible. It was... offputting especially when the narration notes she looks like a teen and the MC's intrests in very teen looking girls and the fact she can't have kids made me worry.

The sex scenes other the mentions of poo here and there were honestly very vanilla. Maybe exhibitionisim here or there. There was one MM anal non con scene but meh. Yes Im distrubed nasty freak, give me more! sadly its just general dull PIV MF sex. Not my thing

I'll say my enjoyment 1/10

Book itself 4/10 Great ideas, not good execution. You can read on Kindle Ulimted for free so there's that

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01542556C/ref=kinw_myk_ro_title

May make more book reviews if this gains intrests

[elpida]

"I could take or leave the sun, I don't burn just get more tan but I get irritable when it's too hot.. sand though, love the heat of sand." He hummed thinking about it and was already making mental note that, he had to visit his Mom soon, when the tour was over. Spend a long weekend spoiling her. "She definitely was, god she talks my ear off about bringing a nice girl home." he rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Hm?" he hummed as she asked about the security work he did. "I uhh..." he thought about it, clearly lost in thought for a minute. "I wasn't in a good place when I was a teen, fell into a crowd.. god I regret how much of a little shit I was but you know how it is, you find your crowd even if it's the wrong one and that's that, you roll with the punches but they were troublemakers and in turn so was I. Did shit I regret you know? One day I uhh.. I tried to rob the wrong guys house but this guy he cut me a break." one he didn't think he'd ever repay. "Don't go askin' me why, I don't got a clue why... but I was fresh out of school, was just gonna be criminal, end up behind bars.. but he offered me a job. Said anyone that could past his security, on the gates, his cameras, be that unseen deserved a chance. I wasn't gonna take it but I heard my Mom prayin' for me that night and whilst I 'aint a religious guy I know that it means a lot to her and for her to pray for me to find my path.. so I went back and started working for that guy the next day. Started at the bottom y'know? Security trainee, then after a few weeks of provin' I was serious and I'd keep showing up he asked me to improve his security, make it flawless n' I did 'coz I knew exactly how a thief would've got around it all."

In some way, Cade was clever, just those kind of practical skills of sneaking, weren't exactly legal nor appreciated. "A few years later and I was his head of security, n' then when he got older he asked me what it was I'd really want to do and I said start my own company, security, like I did for him but I didn't know shit about business. He taught me though, he started it up for me, put me in charge n' then when he died it was in his will that the security business, got handed to me. Fuck knows why I deserved that kinda chance, think he just saw a broken kid fucking their life up that day and god he really caught me red handed." he huffed a bit of amusement. "What about you then darlin', how'd you get into this whole singing business?"

"The ocean is just the best place to live in." Renata laughed. "I mean, near it. You have the sun, the sand and the warm weather. What more could you ask for?" Renata starched her arms out, a low groan escaped her. The singer grinned. "She would?" Renata asked with a laugh, though the idea sounded quite nice. She wasn't even Cade's girlfriend, yet she wanted his mother to like her. It was silly, but cute. Renata missed her mother as well, even if they spoke everyday either on a text message or a video call. Nothing beats the real thing, and she could not wait to be done with the tour and rest a little.

Renata tried to not let her eyes wanted over his form, but he just looked too good to resist. Renata prompted herself up, grabbing a pillow from the couch to hold onto. Even the bedroom had couches, since the suite itself was so large.

Renata was curious about Cade from the get go, there was something mysterious about him despite how open he was with her. Of course, she wouldn't overstep but the monster that was curiosity only kept growing and growing. "Did you always want to do security work, or was that something that just fell into your lap?" The singer had propped her chin on her hand, dark brown eyes never leaving the man as he laid on the bed.

[sunshinespear]

paradise found

oneshot (might become a part of a series??)

pairing: established reader x ellaria sand

rating: explicit

word count: 2,177

summary: you and ellaria sand find yourselves in a sept. however, rather than worshipping the gods somehow you find yourself on your knees worshipping something much better

warnings: uhhhh god okay so public sex sort of, public nudity, religion kink? it’s in a sept, slight overstimulation, an*l play (it’s mild), fingering, oral (fem receiving, fem giving), softness, fluff, teasing, begging, you’re topping in this one, shamelessly loud sex, woo yall aint even trying to hide it, let me know if i missed anything

a/n: this really does just jump straight into the action lmao. i might do a sequel to this. i really want to write a larger story that’s reader x oberyn x ellaria with a very equal poly dynamic between the three (my bi heart cant pick a favorite). if this is like... good/popular-ish maybe i’ll look deeper into doing that lol this is me dipping my toe in the water. that fic would obviously be explicit throughout. like. c’mon. but so yeah let me know if that’s something anyone would be interested in.

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           Seven marble statues stared down upon the center of a magnificent open room. They stood exalted atop stone platforms laced with lapis lazuli and mother of pearl, unlit candles scattered at the feet of six of the tall figures. Vaulted ceilings were covered in clear glass panes, bleeding brilliant sunshine into the sept. Covering almost every inch of the walls were colorfully painted glass windows in gold-plated lead panes, depicting scenes of the Seven in their glory. A peaceful stillness was contained within the empty sept. You were sprawled on the floor behind the statue of the Father, out of his watchful eye but barely hidden from the massive double doors at the entrance of the empty sept.

           It was not unusual for the septs in Dorne to be empty at most times of day. The Faith was present here, but not many were strongly devout in their following. A long time ago, if anyone had asked if you were the religious sort you might have laughed at them. Sure, you knew what you were taught about the Seven Gods, the Seven-pointed Star, the Seven whatevers. You’ve prayed a few times. Seven Heavens, Seven Hells. But over time it was all drowned away. Do you think you’re going to a heaven? Any of them? You don’t think anyone could ever be certain of where they were going. What you do know is this: heaven can also be a person. It could even be two. And to be alone with them, that can be like salvation. Right now, it’s only two of you alone in this holy place. You’re sprawled on the marble floor, still mostly clothed, fervently worshipping a naked goddess laying under you.

          There is a special paradise to be found with your head between her thighs

           You lick one long stripe over the entirety of Ellaria’s cunt, parting her wet folds with your tongue. She tastes like kiwis and cherries; fruit that’s sweet with zest, just like she is. You flick your tongue over the top of her clit. She shivers at your touch, makes a sharp gasp, and you’re exactly where she wants you. Now you burn to hear her plead for it.

           You circle around her clit with your tongue. Teasing against her edges, you barely brush against her – almost at that spot, so close – over and over. She struggles faintly, trying to push her hips down against your evasive mouth. She wants you to touch her there so much. You grip her waist to hold her still. You move downwards instead and lap up more of her along the way. When you reach the center of her cunt you find her so incredibly wet. Even her thighs are smeared with her slickness. Her folds are slippery under your tongue as you take long drinks of the sweetness she’s pouring out for you. You revel in the taste, moaning into her cunt as you drown in it.

           Ellaria groans then, mumbling something softly under the gravel that you can’t quite hear.

           “Hm?” You hum, intentionally obtuse. You give her another long stroke with your tongue.

           “Please,” she exhales, shaking in a lust-drunk daze. You smirk like you’ve won. She always told you that you and Oberyn were too similar in that way.

           You know what she’s begging for, but where’s the fun in giving it to her so immediately? She wants your tongue flicking her clit, so you push two fingers inside of her soaked cunt instead.

           Ellaria cries out and bucks her hips, trying to take in all you have to give her. You watch as she shuts her eyes, mouth agape in pleasure, and she is like all seven of the heavens. She is dripped in gold, brown skin glittering in the sunlight like the goddess she is. Her dark, coiled hair is splayed out all around her, a halo for her most heavenly body. You ease your fingers in and out of her slowly at first, watching her face the entire time. Gods, that face. What a beautiful face to have underneath you as it climbs to the height of pleasure. You could see those same perfectly plush lips part and gasp a thousand times and it will always strike you straight to the core. You fuck her faster and she moans louder, echoing throughout the sept. Her eyes are tightly shut but if she would ever open them, you would be met with the most beautiful charcoal gaze you’d ever seen. Each and every time Ellaria looked at you was a spell being cast and it plucked the strings of your heart like a harp, playing exactly to her tune. It was as musical as the salacious moans she was making now with each curl of your fingers against that good spot inside her.

           You suck on the thumb of your other hand, coating it thickly with saliva, and sink it inside Ellaria’s other entrance.

           Her eyes pop open as she groans. She takes gasping breaths as you work on her, eyes wide open now. Ellaria looks at you and she can’t help but let out a breathy laugh at the mischief in your glittering eyes.

           “Ugh, you-mmm… I-” She grasped for words like her hands grasping her hair. “You know exact-t-ah… exactly what you’re doing- hmph. Fuck.”

           It’s you laughing now, reveling in how difficult you’re making this for her. Her gaze catches yours and in her eyes you find the sweetest, most frustrated adoration. You stay with your eyes locked with Ellaria’s while you fuck her from both places. Your fingers and thumb drag in and out, curling them exactly where she needs it, going at just the pace she likes it. Ellaria’s eyelids are heavy now, opening slower with each moan you drag out of her until she’s so swept away by pleasure that they close entirely. Beads of sweat dot her concentrated brow, dripping down her temple into those curly dark locks. You thrust your fingers into her once, twice, three more times before she makes a sound like a sob. Ellaria reaches out for you, hands aimlessly searching for something to grip. She settles on her own thighs, holding them more open for you. Her chest rises laboriously with each breath. There is a burning desire in your chest to see her come undone. You wonder how much more teasing she could take, or you for matter, when her eyes flutter open and find yours once more.

           There it was. That pinning stare she had mastered on you. Ellaria held you captive with every bat of her eyelash. To see that look in her eyes, weighed down by ecstasy and foggy in lust, was the most divine feeling you’d ever known. It was entirely enthralling.

           “Love, please.” Her voice cracks as she begs, barely above a whisper, her body writhing against you. “Please, please, please, my love.”

           Of course you’ll do as she commands.

           You keep thrusting your two fingers into her with your one hand. In your other, her ass sits in your palm with your thumb still circling inside of her. You lean your head down and give her exactly what she needs, and exactly where she needs it.

           First, you lick her clit softly. The kind of noise she lets out at that contact.... It is the most intoxicating sound. Her hands knot themselves into your hair in an instant, her nails desperately scraping your scalp. She pulls you closer, as close as she can possibly have you.

           You press your tongue against her sweetest spot, circling her over and over. She was so close, you could tell. Just a little bit more. You close your lips around her clit, enveloping it in the warm wetness of your mouth. With your lips you suckle on her, kiss her, poke your tongue out and use it to caress. You use your entire mouth to fuck her good. You take your tongue out and flick it against her, fast and feather-light. One thrust of your fingers deep inside of her again, working in tandem with the rapid movement from your tongue, and you feel her orgasm tightening around your fingers.

           Ellaria’s body spasms as she comes hard. Her entire body shakes with the weight of it. Her legs wrap around your back, her walls – from every place your in – squeeze your fingers tightly, her hands pull you by your hair to drag you closer, her hips grind against your mouth.

           “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

           Of course you obey. Your tongue continues fervently flicking against her clit, all the way through her high, until the violent tremors dissipate into soft shivers and her fingers are a little less tight in your hair. She tries to catch her breath desperately as if she’d just been drowning. You pull back your head slightly. She’s so sensitive now, squirming under you even though you’re barely touching her.

           You can’t ever leave well enough alone. Not when she looks so damn good like this. You pull your hands out of her body. She lets you, weakly melting into the floor without your support. You clutch her thighs and push her legs open a little further. You put your head back down there again, sore tongue aching to give her more. She catches on to your antics far too late. You’re already sliding your tongue around her when she starts pulling your hair back and squirming her hips away. You clutch her thighs tighter, holding her steady as the overstimulation transitions back to ecstasy. She can’t stop shaking, but the way she presses deeper into your tongue tells you she’s ready for it now. You work her back up again with your hot tongue. You give her this one quickly, not fucking around this time.

           As the second wave of pleasure sweeps through Ellaria, her mouth hangs open with a mute cry, unable to summon the strength to croak out even a single moan. She comes with eyes closed tight, mouth wide open, her shaky breathing the only noise she can make as tremors overtake her. You lick and roll your tongue all over her cunt as she melts into you. She gets so damn wet when she comes, and you are determined to drink all of her. You don’t want to waste a single drop, tasting everything she has to give.

           She lets out a moan, soft as lamb’s wool. It fades into a breathy laugh as she pushes your head and desperate tongue away from her numb body. She cups your jaw and tries to pull you up to kiss her, but you find detours along the way. First you must stop to kiss along her hip bone. You leave wet kisses on the sharp contours of her body here. Then you move up her stomach. You gently press your lips to the beautiful stretch marks earned from the daughters she’s born. Continuing up, you graze your teeth over her ribs. At her nipple, you dart out your tongue and lick. She shivers at that and makes a soft grunt, so you stay there and lick some more. Now you have to give the same treatment to the other. When you move past her breasts, you kiss up to her collarbone and leave a mark there.

           The kisses continue softly up her neck until finally, your face meets Ellaria’s. It is the most beautiful face and you’ve just made it come entirely undone for you. You take your hands to cup her cheeks before you kiss her on her sweat-dampened hairline and along the smoothness of her forehead. Ellaria shuts her eyes in bliss. You take the opportunity to kiss each of her delicate eyelids softly. The ghost of your lips trail down the bridge of her nose, to the tip, and over her cheeks that cradle a perfectly contented grin.

           You pull back, staring down at her most peaceful state. A powerful ache strikes you right where your soul rests. You love her. You know you do. As she opens her eyes and meets your gaze, you know you would die for her. You know that there was no life to live without her.

           Ellaria smiles softly at you lost in your reverence. She wraps her hand around your neck and pulls you down to kiss her. You meet her lips and kiss her like how a man lost in the desert drinks water. Fervently, longingly, never getting enough. You could kiss her for an eternity and it would never be enough. She giggles against your mouth and you take her smile in with the same enthusiasm, kissing wherever your lips land with devotion, even if you end up kissing her teeth.

         She pulls you back by your hair at the same time she moves her thigh between yours, pushing against your core. You let out a tiny noise of surprise, mouth popping open and she takes the opportunity to put two fingers in there. You close your lips around them immediately, tracing your tongue over her fingertips. It’s impossible to resist grinding against her thigh, rubbing your wet core against her warm skin. Ellaria’s eyes are low and sparkling, her smile turned devious.

        “Hmm. Your turn.”

[angelthebedsheet]

hi! can i request a hxh headcannon with kurapika maybe like what it's like being a relationship with him? sorry if you can't do this or i requested this the wrong way-

- anon

a/n: it’s alright anon! i’ll try my best to write about the loml and the bad bitch himself kurapika! love hims i may have went CRAZY for this. also i write on my phone so sorry if this is so long!

lets get it!

How yall started dating

okay so yall first met at the hunter exams elevator

the main four first walked in there and were surprised to see another person there

and gon being his friendly self started to chat it up with you

“hi im gon!!”

“hi gon. i’m y/n.”

kurapika there respectfully looking at you

like you’re attractive.

lookin at how those elevator lights shine on your beautiful melaninated skin

whew baby he went 😳 inside but greeted you

“im kurapika”

“well hello kurapika”

and that was the BEGINNING

timeskip up in this bitch rq

the arcs are pretty hazy to me so like.... lets say yall were feeling e/o during the york new city arc

yall both were trying to become bounty hunters and were alr pretty close to e/o

you suggested working with him and he liked that idea

yall alr fought really well tgt and he actually liked having you around him

so you both became neon’s bodyguards

yall were slowly becoming closer to each other each day yall worked together

like lingering touches, yearnful gazes

allat cute mushy shit

kurapika is one touch starved and closed off bitch so he’s struggling here

you on the other hand you KNOW you want kurapika like who wouldn’t want him???

he’s a whole package in that tuxedo 🥵🥵

n e ways

soon neon notices this shit and it goes downhill

this lil shit starts PURPOSELY locking yall in rooms together

like baby no we are supposed to protect you what are you doing???

“im not letting you out till you two kiss!!”

“i beg your pardon?” - kurapika

“neon huh???” - you

kurapika is internally like what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck i lwk wanna kiss em but.... feelings.

you can see the internal STRUGGLE thats going on in kura’s eyes

you just say fuck it and pray the gods and any other spiritual holy beings are on your side and kiss him

kurapika’s stomach said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 when you cupped his face

like your lips are SOFT

(no cuz like some of yall rlly be making y/n have crusty ass lips like um no baby i wear lip gloss and chapstick religiously you aint gon catch me w/ brittle ass lips)

and you cant tell me kurapika doesnt wear chapstick

and he’s like ✋🏽😳 hol up this kinda.... this kinda hits why didnt i do this earlier?

(bc you’re a gated ass bitch thats why honey)

my mans just has to kiss back

he kinda just gently holds your wrists and kisses back

now you’re deceased bc damn boy where you learned this???

no cap you kinda felt your knees buckle and he noticed that but yall not gon talk about that

and you two reluctantly pull away bc hello yall still on the job and literally are bodyguards

“the door wasnt even locked.”

“you cheeky lil shi—

cue you chasing neon while she runs away giggling

kurapika can only gently touch his lips and smile with a red face

In the Relationship

now yall are disgustingly cute in private

kurapika is definitely touch starved and he always needs to be touching you in some way

he always looks out for you too

he’ll definitely press tons of kisses to your face or the back of your neck

calls you a bunch of cheesy nicknames

darling, my love, my sun, sweetheart, beloved, honey, babylove (the stanely uris thats played by wyatt oleff makes me lose my sHIT)

my boy loves your hair so much

like the texture? the volume?

he’s all for it

he would probably ask canary about wash day bc she’s black herself

would 100% help you with wash day

want him to detangle your hair? hand him that rat toothed comb he’s on it

wash your hair? let him roll up his sleeves he’s on it

oil massages? pass them oil bottles baby he’s putting you to sleep

like you will be KNOCKED as he washes your hair or oils it bc he’s that skilled

i think he would struggle braiding your hair but after you show him?

this man is taking over and braiding your hair neater than you

like excuse me where did you learn this??

parting god.

them parts are crispy and straighter than a mf

literally doesn’t comb your hair like ya mama do w/ all that tugging and shit

he’ll just gently move your head along or softly apologize whenever he accidentally tugs on your hair and presses a kiss to your scalp

taking. baths. together.

my boy CRAVES that intimacy

no sexual shit

after a long day of work he just LOVES to take a nice bubble bath with you

either you leaning against his chest or you on the opposite end of the bath

he can always unwind around you and let go of that stoic facade he puts on

i would say he’s a lil goofy in private? like he’ll scoop up the bubbles and blow them in your face

if you want jokes you gotta give em

baby had to grow up quicker so he’s more mature for his age

i’d say if you want them giggles out? hold his waist and blow the back of his neck

the way he JERKS from that then starts laughing

heart eyes up in that bitch

his laugh is so 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰

“darling!” “that was so FUCKING CUTE KURA WTFFF”

another way? blow kisses in his neck

he will giggle like a lil kid

god i love him

when you go to sleep he’s always big spoon

doesn’t matter if you’re taller than him

big. spoon. kurapika.

the only times you can hold him is when he has a breakdown and his scarlet eyes are activated

nightmares haunt him alot and he just needs to hear your heartbeat to know you’re still here

he needs to feel your warmth and you whispering that you’re here

other than those moments you better be fine with him holding you

i would say he doesn’t move alot in his sleep other than the small twitches

but for some reason his grip is strong as FUCK

like you aint getting out of his arms at ALL

if you gotta pee hold it

nah im kidding

just wake him up he’s not a deep sleeper but he isnt a light one either

if he were to wake up in the middle of the night he’d definitely fix your bonnet or durag if it fell off

morning kissies!

one way he loves waking up is kisses all over his face

especially kissing on his eyelids

it makes him wake up with a big ol smile

“morning beloved.”

WHEWWWWWW THE RASP

ahem anyways

“morning pikapika.”

he used to hate that nickname

now? baby LOVES it bc it’s just for him

the lohl giving him a nickname just for him makes butterflies in his stomach go crazy

he can practically feel the love oozing from your eyes

the way he wakes you up?

if he’s feeling a lil goofy or silly he’ll lay ontop of you and blow kisses into your neck

if he’s still tired he’ll cup your face and gently call your name

yall cook together

if you cant cook he will respectfully say take your goofy ass out of the kitchen

if you can? show him how to season your food correctly. rmb how he made that pig look pretty asf but merchi basically said it taste like shit?

not on your watch

he’ll take mental notes as you teach him the ways of goya and sazon

sometimes he’ll just gently take over

not bc he thinks you cant do it right but bc he likes to provide for others

you just gotta lightly slap his hands away like bby i got this its okay

and he’ll understand

kisses with him are very soft but passionate?

like he isnt gonna eat your lips but he will hold you close and make sure you know how much he loves you

he’ll definitely twirl your curls around his finger

you of course gave him your permission when you started dating

he will always have one arm around your waist and one hand behind your neck

doesnt matter if you’re taller

he will 100% get on his tiptoes and do it

or make you sit down

he doesnt CARE if he has to step on a stepladder he’ll do it

he said run me my kisses NEOW

i would definitely say he’s a passionate lover and would throw hands with ANYONE if they make any snarky comments about your skin

“my s/o’s skin is beautiful mind your business and take yourself somewhere else before i do it for you”

😳

🕶🤏🏾

sir.....

you would throw hands for him too

anyone says anything about him being a girl?

its over

there was a time where someone called him a girl who was confused and you went off and got into a fight

you won by a landside

kurapika was like 😟😦😳🥺

bc you really fought for his honor

but he had to pull you away before you damn near put this person in the hospital

“honey thank you but it was okay. it didnt bother me.”

“no but it bothered me! nobody can just talk about someone i love like that.”

he went 🥺🥺🥺

he definitely kissed the FUCK outta you when yall got home

yall hands were rated e for everyone!

a ride or die couple

yall are in love love

maybe he’s looking for a ring and kurta wedding earrings

[twenty-one-flightattendants]

This one is for all of you people out there with a uterus

Since the devil blesses anyone with a uterus every month I think it would be rude not to acknowledge their thoughtful gift. So for those of you who are younger and just starting this cycle of torture, or are also a veteran who either cant or does'nt want to go on birth control, here's what I do to deal with it every month :)

What you will need to survive (I am not a professional this is just what helps me yeah yeah yeah we get it anyways)

•hot water bottles (preferably 2)

•A LOT of drinking water so you don't die

•a lot of tea so you have something to warm your cold dead heart

•a will to live (will be lost at some points during)

•a bed for lying down in (I think that's pretty self explanatory tbh)

•drugs to get rid of the pain (legal of course, FBI dont come for me)

•blood soaking/collecting supplies...obviously

•soaps and nice smelling things because periods are stinky

•Cold compress

•a bath (showers will obviously do but baths are nice and you can s u b m e r g e)

•many snacks

•spare laundry because it happens to the best of us

How to deal with specific period bull shit

☆Blood

•Tampon and pad let's go my dudes or a menstrual cup, anything that collects blood is a win whatever works for you boo

•vaginal safe soaps, you don't want to irritate your intimate areas because I promise you it's NOT FUCKING WORTH IT

•clean/spare bedding, even grown ass adults will leak if it's heavier than expected that's just part of the fun of having blood uncontrollably flood out of your body every month

•spare underwear once again just incase

•If it gets SUPER bad and I mean holy shit I'm bleeding a waterfall for 7 days straight maybe go to your doctor about that one

☆Stomach Cramps

•pain killers (Ibroprufen, paracetamol, horse tranquilizers, ect...)

•Hot water bottle (or any other warm object like a microwavable Christmas penguin named pingu you got for Christmas) one on your back helps if you have 2

•extension on the hot water bottle. Lie flat on your back or stomach...you choose idc...No pillows with one hot water bottle underneath you and one on top of you. Pretend you're being arrested for having a uterus and put your hands above your head. Breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Good luck...may the odds be ever in your favour

•bath (make it bubbles and bath bombs and nice smells)

• if you are of legal age and have a partner see how brave said partner is and have some good old fashioned sexy time (Please dont accidentally make a baby, unless you want to get pregnant, and use protection despite popular belief you can in fact get pregnant while on your period)

•excersise is helpful and makes pain more bearable but it's a lot of effort and idk if I can commit to that

•praying to every god even if you're not religious because it just won't end

•chocolate...trust me I'm a scientist...

•Once again real talk here if you feel like you're giving birth every month, you're throwing up because of the pain and you're close to passing out go see a doctor because that's shit aint okay

☆Back pain

•pain killers (horse tranq you know the drill)

•hot water bottle as mentioned before

•light stretches/exercises (look I know the last thing you wanna do is move but for back pain it helps you literal slug)

•water (a lot of this is repeated)

•tea again, for once I'm advising you to NOT spill it

•Lie on flat surface with hot water bottle under back and over think your past mistakes

•bath but only if bath is big, small baths are shit and I and up wanting to die (TM)

☆Boob pain

•nothing helps

•Just fucking suffer

•dont wear a bra I guess

•fuck you boobs

☆Head ache

•pain killers yeah yeah we get it

•a cold compress (or a wet paper towel, if you're a primary school nurse fuck you)

•good ol' ice cold H20

•take a walk... you know... in the outside place

•uuuuh...have a nap????

☆Emotions

•Try not to kill anyone

•Meditate /exercise if you can be fucked because it does help but uuuuuuugh

•scream in to the void

•silently curse people who don't have a uterus but feel like they know EVERYTHING there IS to know because it CaNt bE thAt BAd

•verbally curse the aformetioned people but only if you're ready for a FUCKING FIGHT YOU SON OF A BI...

•astral project on to another plane

☆Cravings

•for the short term keep a decent amount of the foods you crave because even though chocolate is bad chocolate is good you feel me

•keep cupboards stocked with healthier (ew) foods that's will help stop cravings of junk food (there's a load of lists on line and shit) for example if you ant crisps it's probably salt you're craving so go for something healthier that's slightly salty. It will ultimately make you feel better but in the long term (chocolate is healthy right...)

•DRINK WATER....SO....MUCH...WATER...STAY HYDRATED

•Ice cream is a good friend

K that's it, feel free to add if you think of something ive forgotten or if you think I've gotten anything completely wrong which is possible with me, and thanks again to satan for the monthly gift we luv ya<3

[crowsent]

Happy Pride Month

i am still on my sad break but it is week 2 of Pride Month and i am here to spread POSITIVITY in this household. i am asexual. my pronouns are he/she/they. still aint cis. still queer.

being religious, and being part of the lgbt community are not mutually exclusive

you can practise any religion and still be queer

you can not practise a religion and still be queer

i grew up in a religious household. i am still queer.

while i can only speak for my experiences as a person raised under the catholic/christian faith, and although i am no longer religious, i can say with full confidence that being religious does not, in any way, cancel out my being queer

my relationship with religion is complicated, and english aint my first language, but i will do my best to say this as eloquently and coherently as i possibly can.

i was raised catholic from birth, grew up praying, going to church, all that good stuff. once a month, id be jumpin up and down with joy on a field trip to paranaque to go to a fancy church. i was that kid that got into arguments with other kids in school for being too devout. at one point, i went to a catholic school. poster religious kid.

and i already knew i was queer. i didnt have a word for it, of course, but i knew that i wasnt like the other kids.

and for a while, that bothered me. i kept wondering if im broken or of theres something wrong with me, or if im doing something wrong. during that time, i clung to my faith.

as a catholic, i was taught that god created everything and everyone for a reason, even if we dont understand it.

there is a reason for someone having this hair colour, or this personality, or this specific hobby. even the hardships people endure. theres always a plan, theres always a reason.

and to me, i figured that there was a reason god made me queer. now did young Salt know what that reason was? no. all i know was that god loves me as much as he loves all his other creations. theres a reason why some plants have different colours, and a reason why roosters liked to crow so early in the damn morning, so theres a reason for me being queer. he didnt make a mistake.

i was meant to be this way.

i was taught that god is kind, and merciful. i was taught that god would never condone bigotry or hatred or prejudice or intolerance.

i was taught that religion, and by extension a relationship with god, exists to help me. to help me become a better person, to help me learn to be compassionate and kind, to help me become the best version of myself that i can possibly be.

i was taught that there will always be people who would twist religion to fit their misguided agenda. people who would use religion as a weapon and completely disregard the actual message to further a cause for their own selfish gain. i was taught that i should disregard what these people say and focus on my own relationship with god, to find his true meaning in my life, and keep moving forward.

did i figure out what the reason for me being queer is? not really. but i figured it was probably the same reason why i have black hair. or why i have dark eyes. or why im fucking five foot even and struggle to reach the lowest shelf -thank you american architecture for designing houses built for giants- im meant to be queer. just as im meant to have black hair and dark eyes and be short. this is my design and i add to the diversity and variation of the world, like so many others like me.

now.

i am no longer catholic. i realised that i no longer had the faith i used to have, and that believing in the christian god just didnt feel right to me anymore.

but during those times, being religious AND queer was a part of who i am. i was both

if youre religious, i want you to know that you can still BE religious even if youre gay, or bi, or trans, or ace, or polyam. there are several religions with terms specifically FOR the queer community. you are loved, and you are accepted, and you belong.

im not a theologist, and i know jack shit about other religions, but i am certain that turning your religion away is not a prerequisite to being part of the lgbt community.

you can be both.

happy pride month.

may your god(s) bless you

and drink plenty of water. stay hydrated yall

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

12th August >> Mass Readings (Europe, Africa, New Zealand, Australia & Canada)

Monday, Nineteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

    or 

Saint Jane Frances de Chantal, Religious 

    or 

Saint Muredach, Bishop

    or 

Saint Attracta, Virgin 

    or 

Saint Lelia, Virgin.

Monday, Nineteenth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading

Deuteronomy 10:12-22

The Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords

Moses said to the people:

‘Now, Israel, what does the Lord your God ask of you? Only this: to fear the Lord your God, to follow all his ways, to love him, to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul, to keep the commandments and laws of the Lord that for your good I lay down for you today.

‘To the Lord your God belong indeed heaven and the heaven of heavens, the earth and all it contains; yet it was on your fathers that the Lord set his heart for love of them, and after them of all the nations chose their descendants, you yourselves, up to the present day. Circumcise your heart then and be obstinate no longer; for the Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, triumphant and terrible, never partial, never to be bribed. It is he who sees justice done for the orphan and the widow, who loves the stranger and gives him food and clothing. Love the stranger then, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. It is the Lord your God you must fear and serve; you must cling to him; in his name take your oaths. He it is you must praise, he is your God: for you he has done these great and terrible things you have seen with your own eyes; and though your fathers numbered only seventy when they went down to Egypt, the Lord your God has made you as many as the stars of heaven.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 147:12-15,19-20

R/ O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!

or

R/ Alleluia!

O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!

Zion, praise your God!

He has strengthened the bars of your gates

he has blessed the children within you.

R/ O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!

or

R/ Alleluia!

He established peace on your borders,

he feeds you with finest wheat.

He sends out his word to the earth

and swiftly runs his command.

R/ O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!

or

R/ Alleluia!

He makes his word known to Jacob,

to Israel his laws and decrees.

He has not dealt thus with other nations;

he has not taught them his decrees.

R/ O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!

or

R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation

Psalm 147:12,15

Alleluia, alleluia!

O praise the Lord, Jerusalem!

He sends out his word to the earth.

Alleluia!

Or:

cf. 2 Thessalonians 2:14

Alleluia, alleluia!

Through the Good News God called us

to share the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Matthew 17:22-27

'They will put the Son of Man to death'

One day when they were together in Galilee, Jesus said to his disciples, ‘The Son of Man is going to be handed over into the power of men; they will put him to death, and on the third day he will be raised to life again.’ And a great sadness came over them.

When they reached Capernaum, the collectors of the half-shekel came to Peter and said, ‘Does your master not pay the half-shekel?’ ‘Oh yes’ he replied, and went into the house. But before he could speak, Jesus said, ‘Simon, what is your opinion? From whom do the kings of the earth take toll or tribute? From their sons or from foreigners?’ And when he replied, ‘From foreigners’, Jesus said, ‘Well then, the sons are exempt. However, so as not to offend these people, go to the lake and cast a hook; take the first fish that bites, open its mouth and there you will find a shekel; take it and give it to them for me and for you.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

—————————-

Saint Jane Frances de Chantal, Religious 

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Philippians 4:4-9

If there is anything you need, pray for it.

I want you to be happy, always happy in the Lord; I repeat, what I want is your happiness. Let your tolerance be evident to everyone: the Lord is very near.

There is no need to worry; but if there is anything you need, pray for it, asking God for it with prayer and thanksgiving, and that peace of God, which is so much greater than we can understand, will guard your hearts and your thoughts, in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, fill your minds with everything that is true, everything that is noble, everything that is good and pure, everything that we love and honour, and everything that can be thought virtuous or worthy of praise. Keep doing all the things that you learnt from me and have been taught by me and have heard or seen that I do. Then the God of peace will be with you.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 130(131)

R/ Keep my soul in peace before you, O Lord.

O Lord, my heart is not proud

nor haughty my eyes.

I have not gone after things too great

nor marvels beyond me.

R/ Keep my soul in peace before you, O Lord.

Truly I have set my soul

in silence and peace.

A weaned child on its mother’s breast,

even so is my soul.

R/ Keep my soul in peace before you, O Lord.

O Israel, hope in the Lord

both now and forever.

R/ Keep my soul in peace before you, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation

John 8:31-32

Alleluia, alleluia!

If you make my word your home

you will indeed be my disciples,

and you will learn the truth, says the Lord.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Matthew 22:34-40

The commandments of love

When the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees they got together and, to disconcert him, one of them put a question, ‘Master, which is the greatest commandment of the Law?’ Jesus said, ‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the greatest and the first commandment. The second resembles it: You must love your neighbour as yourself. On these two commandments hang the whole Law, and the Prophets also.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

——————————

Saint Muredach, Bishop

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Exodus 32:7-14

Moses pleads with the Lord his God to spare Israel

The Lord spoke to Moses, ‘Go down now, because your people whom you brought out of Egypt have apostatised. They have been quick to leave the way I marked out for them; they have made themselves a calf of molten metal and have worshipped it and offered it sacrifice. “Here is your God, Israel,” they have cried “who brought you up from the land of Egypt!”’ the Lord said to Moses, ‘I can see how headstrong these people are! Leave me, now, my wrath shall blaze out against them and devour them; of you, however, I will make a great nation.’

But Moses pleaded with the Lord his God. ‘Lord,’ he said ‘why should your wrath blaze out against this people of yours whom you brought out of the land of Egypt with arm outstretched and mighty hand? Why let the Egyptians say, “Ah, it was in treachery that he brought them out, to do them to death in the mountains and wipe them off the face of the earth”? Leave your burning wrath; relent and do not bring this disaster on your people. Remember Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, your servants to whom by your own self you swore and made this promise: I will make your offspring as many as the stars of heaven, and all this land which I promised I will give to your descendants, and it shall be their heritage for ever.’

So the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 88(89):2-5,21-22,25,27

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord;

through all ages my mouth will proclaim your truth.

Of this I am sure, that your love lasts for ever,

that your truth is firmly established as the heavens.

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘I have made a covenant with my chosen one;

I have sworn to David my servant:

I will establish your dynasty for ever

and set up your throne through all ages.

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘I have found David my servant

and with my holy oil anointed him.

My hand shall always be with him

and my arm shall make him strong.

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

‘My truth and my love shall be with him;

by my name his might shall be exalted.

He will say to me: “You are my father,

my God, the rock who saves me.”’

R/ I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation

Matthew 23:9,10

Alleluia, alleluia!

You have only one Father, and he is in heaven;

you have only one Teacher, the Christ.

Alleluia!

Or:

Matthew 28:19,20

Alleluia, alleluia!

Go, make disciples of all the nations.

I am with you always; yes, to the end of time.

Alleluia!

Or:

Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia!

Follow me, says the Lord,

and I will make you into fishers of men.

Alleluia!

Or:

Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia!

The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor,

to proclaim liberty to captives.

Alleluia!

Or:

John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia!

I am the good shepherd, says the Lord;

I know my own sheep and my own know me.

Alleluia!

Or:

John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia!

I am the vine,

you are the branches.

Whoever remains in me, with me in him,

bears fruit in plenty,

says the Lord.

Alleluia!

Or:

2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia!

God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself,

and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Matthew 9:35-37

The harvest is rich but the labourers are few

Jesus made a tour through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the Good News of the kingdom and curing all kinds of diseases and sickness.

And when he saw the crowds he felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

——————————

Saint Attracta, Virgin 

   Or

Saint Lelia, Virgin

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(Readings for the memorial

There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Song of Songs 8:6-7

The flash of love is a flame of the Lord himself

Set me like a seal on your heart,

like a seal on your arm.

For love is strong as Death,

jealousy as relentless as Sheol.

The flash of it is a flash of fire,

a flame of the Lord himself.

Love no floods can quench,

no torrents drown.

Were a man to offer all the wealth of his house to buy love, contempt is all he would purchase.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 44(45):11-12,14-17

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

or

R/ The bridegroom is here! Go out and meet Christ the Lord.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words:

forget your own people and your father’s house.

So will the king desire your beauty:

He is your lord, pay homage to him.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

or

R/ The bridegroom is here! Go out and meet Christ the Lord.

The daughter of the king is clothed with splendour,

her robes embroidered with pearls set in gold.

She is led to the king with her maiden companions.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

or

R/ The bridegroom is here! Go out and meet Christ the Lord.

They are escorted amid gladness and joy;

they pass within the palace of the king.

Sons shall be yours in place of your fathers:

you will make them princes over all the earth.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

or

R/ The bridegroom is here! Go out and meet Christ the Lord.

Gospel Acclamation

John 14:23

Alleluia, alleluia!

If anyone loves me he will keep my word,

and my Father will love him,

and we shall come to him.

Alleluia!

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia!

This is the wise virgin whom the Lord found watching;

she went in to the wedding feast with him when he came.

Alleluia!

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia!

Come, bride of Christ, and receive the crown

which the Lord has prepared for you for ever.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Matthew 19:3-12

Husband and wife are no longer two, but one body

Some Pharisees approached Jesus, and to test him they said, ‘Is it against the Law for a man to divorce his wife on any pretext whatever?’ He answered, ‘Have you not read that the creator from the beginning made them male and female and that he said: This is why a man must leave father and mother, and cling to his wife, and the two become one body? They are no longer two, therefore, but one body. So then, what God has united, man must not divide.’

They said to him, ‘Then why did Moses command that a writ of dismissal should be given in cases of divorce?’ ‘It was because you were so unteachable’ he said ‘that Moses allowed you to divorce your wives, but it was not like this from the beginning. Now I say this to you: the man who divorces his wife – I am not speaking of fornication – and marries another, is guilty of adultery.’

The disciples said to him, ‘If that is how things are between husband and wife, it is not advisable to marry.’ But he replied, ‘It is not everyone who can accept what I have said, but only those to whom it is granted. There are eunuchs born that way from their mother’s womb, there are eunuchs made so by men and there are eunuchs who have made themselves that way for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. Let anyone accept this who can.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[iamcrimelord]

Blood Borne: Sanguine Ardente Chapter 1

Daigo made his way down the stairs with the church acolyte leading the way. He only had on small clothes at the moment but that was why they were heading to the tailor and armorer. He stepped into the room once they reached it and looked around. The wall was lined with silver swords, black and white articles of clothing, and a row of simple fire arms. He nodded and got to work. The acolyte left him and he got ready. He put on a pair of black slacks and knee high boots and socks. He then grabbed a belt with slots for holding bullets, vials, and other tools onto his waist to both hold up his pants, but to also insure he had supplies on hand. He then put on a black shirt, vest, long coat with shoulder cape, and also a wide brimmed hat. He put on good sturdy leather gauntlets as well that he sliced the fingers off of so he could have more dexterity with his fingers. He then grabbed a silver sword and sheath, and then grabbed a pistol that he then put into a holster that he grabbed. He now looked like a right proper member of the church. 

As he finished getting ready, Ludwig walked in. Daigo turned to look at the man and held out his arms. “Do I look respectable enough?” He asked with a coy grin. 

Ludwig nodded. “Yes, you certainly pass as a church member...though perhaps you may wish to actually join us someday?” 

Daigo burst into laughter. “No offense Ludwig, but my faith in holy men at the moment is very, very small. Because when push comes to shove, they’ll look out for number one every time.” 

Ludwig shook his head. “A pity that is how you see us. But perhaps in time our actions will speak for themselves.” 

Daigo drew his sword and gave it a few practice swings. “We’ll see. I’m not so jaded as to not give people a chance to show me that they’re better than what I’ve seen in the past.” he sheathes the sword and walks out of the room. “Having said that.....forgive me if I maintain my aloofness.” 

Ludwig nodded in agreement and the two men left the room and proceeded to head out of the building. It was a bit of a lengthy walk but in time they found themselves out in the streets, watching the city of Yharnum go about its daily business. As they walked, Ludwig began to explain more about the city. “This is Old Yharnum. The city’s oldest section. A rather lovely spot in the city with the most history. Its also home to the oldest cathedral in the city. Its a popular visiting spot.” 

Daigo looked around as the man spoke, seeing the old buildings, and people move. It was so peaceful it seemed amazing that there was any sort of beastly plague at all. “I like it. It has a very quaint charm to it.” 

Ludwig came to a stop at one of the doors that lined the street and opened it. “Here is where you will be staying.” He said as he walked in.

Daigo followed him in and was led up stairs of what he could now see was a boarding house. They went to the top floor and came to a large black door with the communion symbol of the healing church on it. “This is your room.” 

Daigo walked in and saw a cozy room with a large trunk, a work bench, a praying altar, a large number of books, and a beautiful view of the main square where the boarding house was at. He took out a cigarillo and lit it, taking a puff and inspecting the room closer. The bedroom was off the side of the main room and a wash room connected to the bedroom on the other side. Once he saw everything he looked to Ludwig. “So...when do I get to work?” He asked. 

Ludwig reached into his belt and pulled out a black pocket watch with a golden communion symbol on it, tossing it to him gently. Daigo caught it with his free hand. “That is a Hunter’s Watch. It will alert you when a night of the hunt starts.”

Daigo opened the watch and inside he saw your typical black clock face with golden roman numerals inside of it. Each arrow gold as well. On the underside of the front clip opposite the watch face was an inscription: Praise the Good Blood. He smirked at that little statement as it reminded him of times past. He attached the chain to his own belt and put the watch away. “And what am I to do in the meantime pray tell?” 

Ludwig leaned against the door frame. “Well, you are to be given a weekly allowance to use as you see fit of 100 gold coins. You can use it for food, weapons, supplies.....or if you so fancy....there are mmmm..... special ladies about town who offer other more..entertaining services.” He said in a straight manner. 

Daigo cocked a very skeptical brow. “Huh...usually religious groups tend to teach its members to stay away from that.” 

Ludwig shrugged. “For what we do...sometimes a good distraction is needed. At any rate, make yourself cozy. The Hunt starts three days from now.” 

Daigo nodded. “Then I’ll have to make sure I’m ready. I look forward to seeing this...beastly scourge of yours.” 

Ludwig grinned. “It will really get your blood pumping.” He then turned and left. 

Daigo took another puff of his cigarillo and then noticed a book on the work bench, A History of Yharnum. Daigo shrugged his shoulders and sat down. Deciding to learn about the history of the city. He sat down, flicked some ashes off the tip of his cigarillo, opened the book, and began to read. 

According to the book, the church had been here for a rather long time, almost a decade and a half. They first came to Old Yharnum when the city was suffering a plague of something called, Ashen Blood. A lot of people had been dying of the disease and there was no cure for it. But then the healing church appeared and began to administer blood healing to the populace which not only healed the sick, but made them even stronger than before. It was no surprise to Daigo then as he continued to read that the church eventually became the true power of the city and built many cathedrals, hospitals, clinics, and other such places all over the city to the point that it surrounded old yharnum and then grew outward. Turning a smaller city, almost a town really, into a metropolis of medical experimentation and progress. Its healing blood being hailed as a miracle from the gods. Now the whole city was dependent on the church’s blood healing for medical treatment, but also for the economy. Apparently blood is made in such high quantities here they mix it into their drinks, and women known as Blood Saints go about distributing vials of their own blood for charity purposes. Daigo looked out the window for a moment upon reading that and wondered if he had not been summoned to a city of vampires. But he shrugged and resumed reading. Certain businesses not of the church were also in the blood brewing business though instead of healing it was in the making of sweets, liqueurs, sauces, seasonings, and any other form of edible goods. Apparently the effects of their healing blood was intoxicating. Though it begged the question...how many people willingly gave up their blood? And even among the willing, do they check to see if they are diseased in anyway? This would be something Daigo would have to look into on the side. In fact, Ludwig said he had three days before the hunt started. That meant he had three days to do what he did best...dispensed the most thirst quenching forms of justice...Frontier Justice. 

His thoughts were disturbed however when he heard a very heavy knock on the door. He went and opened it, and to his surprise he saw a giant of a woman with long red hair tied in a pony tail. She looked down and said in a husky voice. “You Daigo?” 

Daigo nodded. “Indeed...and you are?” 

The woman responded, “Name’s Gratia. I’m gonna be your partner for the time being for nights of the hunt.” 

Daigo took a step back and looked her over more. She was clearly well muscled. Had quite a few scars on her knuckles as well as one on her lip. She had eyes as green as emeralds and on her hip hung a large hatchet. “well, would you like to come in?” He asked her. 

She shook her head. “Sorry, got places to be. Just wanted to stop by and get an eyeful of ya.” 

“And do you like what you see?”

“You’re a bit on the short side. I was told you were a real tough fighter but..then again people think I aint all that smart either.” 

“And are you?” He asked.

“Nah, not really. But,” She held up a first, on it was a lump of metal that had finger holes in it, obviously for punching things. “Brains don’t do a lot of good against a strong right hook.” 

Daigo could not help but chuckle in amusement. “On that we can certainly agree.” Oh he knew he was going to get along with this one. 

“Well, nice meeting you mate. See you on the night of the hunt.” 

He nodded and watched her go. Now that was certainly an interesting encounter. He closed the door and made his way to the window. He opened it to let in a bit of the cool evening air. Down below was a man selling meats. He could hear him crying out to come and buy his fine imported meats. He could hear the slice and dice of his meat cleaver and heard people doing business with him. He sat down in his chair and took off his belt, coat, and hat. He propped his feet up on the window sill and leaned back. Now this was the life. He thought. 

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Meanwhile, not far from Daigo’s new home, someone watched him from afar with a spy glass. So...they had managed to summon the Pyromancer. That...was going to complicate matters...

[troubleabroad]

Zombies in Cow Town

Tell you what, this jet lag thing aint it.

Woke up feeling like death warmed up, but the show must go on. Today we ventured off to Fort Worth, also known as cowtown do to being the largest cattle market in the world. Unfortunately its not easy to get to Fort Worth, so we took a 40 minute uber there. 40 minutes when you feel like trash is a long time, let me tell you that.

We arrived in fort worth and had a stroll of their ‘Strip’. First impressions is that its a giant tourist trap town. Multiple gift stores selling cowboy paraphernalia, ‘Murica paraphernalia, and one store that had too large a collection of ‘Trump 2024’ merch. Wasn’t even joke stuff either, this was genuine bring him back type merchandise. Most things were overpriced and tacky, but I guess its what the fans want.

From the strip of shops, we then found the Fort Worth mecca. Billy Bob’s Texas Honky Tonk.

Its hard to describe Billy Bob’s. It can hold 6,000 people, has its own bull riding area, large indoor stage, at least 6 bars (that i could see), gift shop, line dancing stage, concrete hand print wall of fame and restaurant all within its 100,000 square feet building. The place was huge. It was a pity that everything hurt and i couldn’t function to take it all in.

We enjoyed the aircon at billy bobs for a little while, before venturing back out into the heat and to find our position for the twice daily long horn parade! Side note, I’ve not mentioned the weather, Everyday has been mid-high 30’s. Our winter melbourne bodies are not built ford tough for this.

We found a spot along the street for the longhorn parade.

Longhorns are big cattle. Bigger than you think.

About half a dozen or so longhorn cows make the slow track from one holding yard to another, guided by cowboys on horses to make sure there aren’t any runners. I’d hate to be around one if it was in a crappy mood and wanted to leg it…

After the short lived parade, we went and checked them out in their holding pen. From above you can really appreciate just how big their horns are. Kinda impressive that they can keep their heads up. Once the parade was over, the town pretty much emptied out completely, so we started our journey back to Dallas, still not feeling like humans. We got home and I needed a nanna nap, it helped a bit but jet lag is a tough battler.

In a smart move, I left my hat at woolies last night, so we went to retrieve that as well as have a look at the grassy knoll where JFK was shot many moons ago.

Not being of the era, it didn’t really hit home all that much. Maybe had we done a tour of the building he was shot from it would be different, but it was just another road with an ‘X’ on the ground. Nice park area though.

After that went back to the hotel and over the road to Ferris Wheelers. A BBQ joint with its own ferris wheel & mini carnival out the back!

Had a small bit of food and enjoyed the nice evening weather, before heading back to pack and organise a car to drive from Dallas to Austin tomorrow morning. Not a religious man, but praying that i don’t feel like this tomorrow while having to navigate american road rules and a 3hr drive.. Pray for Mojo.