#Mormons are weird

[expecto-kedavra]

Mormons are wild, I live in Mormonland, and earlier today a missionary asked me if I’d come to their meeting on Sunday. I said no and he called me a slur

[batllethinker]

Isn't that just cockwarming

[nedayisonline]

Reminds me that when I officially leave the Mormon church I'll have to participate in some kind of court hearing inside of the church to be excommunicated

Excommunication is OUT cancel culture is IN

[frontseathater]

"supernatural is catholic" "supernatural is protestant" "supernatural is pagan"

god is in the american midwest telling men to dig for tablets that only they are allowed to read supernatural is mormon

[brothermouse]

Sunday Doodles 1/19/25

A returned missionary giving a talk over the pulpit of the Night Vale First Ward

He had to be physically restrained from bearing his testimony in the language of the people he served.

[alliluyevas]

have i ever made a pick a mormon name poll. if not i should

[radsloth95]

I had a friend in middle school who was Mormon and at that time, I strongly identified with the Lutheran faith and attended an ELCA church. And even as a politically conservative, Christian 13 year old, I got into some intense religious debates with this girl. And she was prepared for every single one because the teenagers went to church every morning before school for Bible study and my Bible knowledge, as the daughter of someone with a ministry degree, absolutely paled in comparison to their level of indoctrination. So I present to you, a short list of weird things I learned about the Mormon faith as a teenager:

1. They think Heaven has levels. And everyone goes to Heaven regardless of religion, it's just a matter of which level. It's my understanding that the only way to go to Hell is to be an Ex-morman.

2. They don't drink caffeine or alcohol. My friend did drink Mountain Dew occasionally, so I think caffeine may have been more of a personal preference. The bizarre thing about this is that everyone knows how heavily featured wine is in the Bible. These people took communion with water rather than have a teaspoon of wine.

3. They have a holy book that I later learned was "translated" by Joseph Smith from an Egyptian scroll of hieroglyphics, which only he could understand. The only problem is that we eventually found the Rosetta Stone and lots of people learned to decipher hieroglyphics, and as it turns out, none of the information in that book matches what the scrolls actually say, something Mormons choose to conveniently ignore.

Per what I've seen on social media, my friend ended up going to the same college they all go to (you know which one) getting married young (shocker), and surprisingly, getting divorced young. I don't know if she still identifies as Morman, but I have learned that attacking people's core beliefs will just make them double down on them. It is my hope that she has had some time to critically examine her faith through a new lens.

[inbabylontheywept]

All that remains: Part I

In the land just past the Decapolis, by the tombs of the city's most ancient forebears, there lived a man called Legion. Some days, he howled like a beast, laughing as he savaged his own flesh with the jagged edges of stones. Other days he wept like a child, teeth chattering even as the sun blazed overhead. But more days still, he lingered in the quiet spaces, haunted but lucid: A stranger to the land and a stranger to himself.

He called himself Legion because he was made of many parts. Memories without attachments, stories without endings. Fragments. Worse, he felt like he could only hold a few of the pieces at a time. Trying to assemble himself felt like an endless effort of cupping his hands together tight, filling them with details, reaching up to his mouth, and realizing they had already slipped through his fingers. An endless thirst for which he had no cure. 

The town called him Legion, because they remembered what he often forgot: That he was a Roman, as well as a former soldier. If he’d been anything less, they’d have driven him away. Instead, they fussed over him endlessly, all too aware that to harm a single hair upon his head was to invoke the wrath of the largest army the world had ever seen.

(Which was a problem, because he was all too willing to harm himself.)

On Legion’s good days they simply gave him space. He’d tried describing once, all the things that could bring his demons out: The clash of metal, the twang of a bowstring. A scream of pain. Those were easy enough to remember and avoid, but others were not. Certain phrases in Latin, ones related to marching, used for giving directions. Certain smells - the roasting of pork, the burning of sulfur. The way some men from distant lands braided their hair. 

So many little things. 

They were a lot to keep track of, and the cost of failure was high. It seemed easier for the people of the town to simply avoid him altogether. That it let them ignore his suffering was simply a pleasant side effect. 

On his bad days, they had to intervene more directly. He was strong when he was well, but his sickness could make him almost invincible. Whole teams of men would be sent into the tombs while he screamed and roared, and it could take them hours to tie him down and pry the rocks from his trembling fingers. To put a rolled up rag into his mouth and silence the phrase he shouted over and over, summoning more demons into himself with each incantation: TORNA MIRA, TALIS EST COMODUM MILES BARBATI. 

Sometimes, it took more than a day of being restrained that way for him to find himself again. They’d send children out to the edge of the town to listen, and when he finally went silent they’d travel back to free him from his chains. It was a beastly, shameful task every time, and Legion made it worse by never being angry. Without fail, the first thing he said every time the rag was removed was:

Συγγνώμη, δεν ήθελα να σε τρομάξω.

Forgive me, I did not mean to scare you. 

Everyone knew that the way things were being handled wasn’t enough. Everyone, even Legion, knew how things would end. They just weren’t sure when. 

It turned out that it was longer than six years.

[funeralpotatoesorbust]

I think it’s funny when the “Mormonism is a cult” crowd finds my blog

Sorry friends, you have stumbled into the Weird Mormon Zone

[correctopinionhaver]

pretty sure nobody's looking at the temple

[elposting]

um so……..

(THE FABRIC IS PINK I PROMISE ITS JUST VERY LIGHT)

[jinxedshapeshifter]

Alright, maybe I'm just being weird or something, but I find it really interesting that in the games, Phoenix sticks to saying darn up until Farewell, My Turnabout (that I remember), where he starts saying damn instead. I think it's really telling of his mental state during the entire ordeal tbh.

[parksrway]

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[okapissssss]

When is Just Dance: Broadway dropping??? Let me shake some ass to The Book of Mormon. You cannot tell me Just Dance to Hairspray, Newsies, and Bring It On wouldn’t go hard.

[violetspark14]

me and the boys on our way to not deserve love or something

ART OF @othystt’s AMAZING FIC GO READ WDDL NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[toads-treasures]

Binged the entirety of Twilight of the Gods and it has so many things I love. Lots of mythology (obviously) and folklore, female rage, defying the divine, well written women characters, creepy magic.

But also… so so so many animated dicks. So many. An unconscionable amount of off putting penises.