#Pastor Tobi

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Pastor Tobi Should Ask God Forgiveness For Letting Davido Perform At His Birthday Party – Ossai Success

According to him, allowing Davido to perform at such gathering is an embarrassment to the Gospel, and Pastor Tobi should ask God for forgiveness. Davido Ossai added that only Gospel musicians had to be there to save more souls for the kingdom of God. His words, “I’m disappointed in Pastor Tobi for inviting Davido to his birthday party This is an embarrassment to the Gospel, He should ask God for…

[deathslingerz]

disgusting vermin

quiero tacos al pastor, shitty sketch i hate his hair

[wellpresseddaisy]

Because @bravestslytherin just shared @sneverussape 's post on religion in HP and mybrallln is a bag of inebriated weasels on a good day:

Catholic students attending Hogwarts have to get a dispensation from Rome to go. Not because the Church has an issue with magic, but because they won't be able to fulfill their weekly obligation to attend Mass.

While Hogwarts technically has a non-denominational chapel, it's currently being used as an excellent place to store firewood. No one has asked to have a service in there for generations, nor do they still have a chaplain. The last chaplain at Hogwarts served at some point in the early 18th century, but no one really liked him and students weren't complaining that chapel was no longer compulsory.

Rome put her foot down at that point (once they found out...and they always find out) and began requiring a dispensation to attend, necessitating Paperwork.

(There isn't much the Church loves (beside the BVM) more than paperwork and bureaucracy.)

It's mostly a formality. Usually this would be handled at the parish level (pastors have the power to give a dispensation for the weekly obligation) but it's enough students and there may still be some Feelings about the Reformation.

Yes, there is a form.

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‘You Should Be Proud Of Me’ – Pastor Tobi Adegboyega Reacts Amidst Deportation Saga

The founder of the SPAC Nation church, Pastor Tobi Adegboyega, has dismissed reports of losing his battle against deportation from the United Kingdom over an alleged £1.87 million fraud. Naija News reported that an immigration tribunal ruled that Tobi Adegboyega, 44, cousin of Star Wars actor John Boyega, will be deported to Nigeria following allegations of financial misconduct linked to his…

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HJEBCKEBDM WAIT UR WHAT???? Are you gonna spare me at least so we can watch Beyond The Spiderverse when it releases in a couple of years 🥺🥺🥺

fuck looks. relationships NEED to based on your ability to be SILLY TOGETHER!!!!!! you better be laughing together or ELSE

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Toby Stephens in the Trailer for THE SEVERED SUN which will have its WORLD PREMIERE at FANTASTIC FEST in AUSTIN TEXAS September 19th-26th.

“This debut feature from director/writer Dean Puckett features terrific performances across the board (Toby Stephens is particularly chilling as the pastor). A must-see for fans of folk horror.”

— LISA DREYER

[tookthe-405]

VBS

Chapter 2: Damage gets done ~ hozier (MY LOVE)

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a/n: again, sorry this took so long, life’s been stressful but I hope y���all like it <33 its long af tho

this is honestly just me messing around with happiness and then destroying it soon 😍

c/w: smut in future chaps!!, religious trauma, internalised homophobia, religious manipulation/abuse, implied abuse by parent

summary: you grew up religious without questions and in summer you would get send to vacation bible school. The camp always felt like prison to you, until a very interesting girl appeared.

7/22/2007 (sunday, week 1)

Readers pov:

10:02 a.m

The faces of the others were frozen as you trudged back to the hostel, which you couldn't blame them for. You don't see two girls with wet clothes here every morning, and the fact that you had to walk past the dining room to get to the stairs didn't exactly help you stay inconspicuous.

You and Ellie lost track of time a bit and were already too late when you noticed that breakfast had already started. The dining room doesn't really have a single door, the room was just completely open with no wall or door that could have protected you from being seen.

Giggles and agitated whispers immediately started as Ellie walked past the large room and down the corridor. Pastor Tobias' eyes pierced into back of your head as you walked past the hall.

Ellie found it all very entertaining and waved to a group of people who greeted her back with a laugh.

You, however, couldn't meet anyone's gaze, not your friends and certainly not Pastor Tobi's.

With your head bowed and your wet hair hitting your red cheek, you quickly fidget past all the spectators.

After 2 days, the events came dry from the lips of the people and you and Ellie could walk through the halls with a little less shame.

Or at least you did.

Ellie didn't think the whole thing was so bad. She said she didn't care and that it was worth it. That you hadn't done anything wrong, and she was right, you hadn't done anything bad.

But guilt was beggingly nibbling at your skin, hoping to be let into your brain where you would make up some fucked up mistake.

The singing of the choir and hazel next to you make it a little harder to think about all this, but not impossible. With your luck, you might dream about it. The whole scene in front of you, is so familiar that it feels like you are timely. The many children of different ages who sing their souls out to be enough.

Some of them are also really good, and some are good and love to sing. But they will probably not get any further than your little congregation, because it was explained to you from an early age that those talents you own are there to serve God and only him.

Acting out of free will would make you feel too guilty.

Your gaze rushes behind a shoulder to Ellie, and even she sings with it. Ellie seems to have made friends with a group of boys and girls a few days ago. She fits in pretty well, everyone looks like they don't feel like being here.

The short-haired girl catches your eyes and winks at you slightly, which makes you grin. She's so inserious, it's to laugh sometimes. With the same grin, she makes a small movement with her fingers and hands that looks as if she is composing something on an invisible piano. You understand that she just wants to tease you and show her a guitar-playing gesture.

"Don't do that!"

The hissing in your ear scares you, and you shake together briefly. After you have stretched your body forward again, and your shoulders feel like wooden boards, you give Hazel an apologetic look.

She unobtrusively holds a finger to her lips instead of telling you to shut up.

But her look is not as angry as she sounded, she admonishes you to stay out of trouble and you have to admit, that has often saved your ass.

When you were smaller, you wanted to try out almost everything, whether it was because of your quick trust in other people or because you just hated yourself too much to have any self respect left, no matter what it was, it almost messe up your life. Or rather your social life in church. And Hazel was like a warning hand that pulled you back again and again, saving yiuin the last moment.

When the piano music ends quietly and slowly, everyone sits down again, and a squeak sounds through the room. The piano that is played on every morning is old, but still sounds quite good. You could play all the hillsong songs and the old ones of your grandparents with your eyes closed if you had to, but Tanja does a good alternative job for you.

Your mother liked it so much, when the piano was played in the service that she thought it would be all the more beautiful if her daughter sat up there.

"Good morning everyone"

The older pastor leans against his narrow pedestal with the large cross on front and looks slowly through the rows.

"Personally, I find that 2 days are enough to get used to a life in nature and among themselves with God" he sighs tired for a short time as if he is already disappointed about something.

"Tomorrow you will go to the city with your assigned room partners and grou leaders and spread God's word”

Groaning resounds around in the room, most of pre teens who would rather do anything else than talk to strangers in the summer heat. Your group also has less desire, but this happens here every year like a kind of tradition, so you've been preparing for it.

"Not only that! The kitchen also prepares candied apples, which you can then all hand out nicely together!"

That was new. However, you understand the purpose behind it, you would also like it more to sit and listen here with a candied apple. In recent years, so many people have slammed the door in front of your nose that a few apples can't be bad.

"Hey girls" Louisa's voice makes you all look over your shoulder.

She kneels in front of you to be able to whisper better and more inconspicuously.

"You have kitchen duty this afternoon, please don't forget it and don't plan anything"

you all nod in Union.

"fuck"

"Kate!" Admonished hazel.

"What? It always takes like what? 2 hours?-"

"2 hours and 46 minutes" you improve her.

The four girls look at you confused.

"I stopped time last year out of boredom"

hazel grins at you, you twist your eyes but there is also a soft smile on your lips. You know exactly what's going through her head.

'That's so weird but just too sweet'

"I can't even remember the last time" murmurs naveah dreamy, her gaze rigidly on the ceiling.

"Probably because it was so traumatic that your brain simply deleted it for you" Kate dramatically her index finger against her head.

"It wasn't so bad, Kate exaggerates."

"I don't"

"my legs hurt all day"

Kate's and Mia's voices roll over and you smile. Hazel looks at you questioningly. You gambled with your shoulders.

"2 hours and 46 minutes Hazel..."

the girl shakes her head and her brown curls fall around her face a few times. "I thought it was okay"

Kate snorts. "Haze you would walk around in underwear in the snow if it happened in the name of the church."

"You wouldn’t?

11:38 a.m (sunday, week 1)

Three. You got 3 soccer balls shot in your face within 1 hour. You're not surprised that one of them was from Caleb, but the other two were shot by the same pretty black-haired girl, and it didn't look like she was sorry.

"What the…"

You stare at her and Caleb's backs during the water break and hope that it was just a coincidence, even if deep down you know that it wasn´t.

"Does he still not like you?" Naveah, sweating, picks up her water bottle while her eyes wander from time to time between you and Caleb.

You shrug, now more focused on Caleb fooling around with some guys.

The air in the gym was incredibly thick and almost unbearable, but the leaders still talked you into a soccer match. It was more or less Hazel's decision anyway and you guys do everything she does. The high windows let in the warm sun, whose heat wasn't particularly welcome right now.

The teams are mixed, meaning there are boys and girls on the same teams, aged 16 to 18. There weren't many, but enough to at least form 2 fair groups with even a few substitutions on the bench.

Ellie is nowhere to be seen , which doesn't surprise you, you regret ever saying yes to this, but you miss her in the disgusting, sweaty, narrow air. Her presence and her funny jokes would have been the only thing that could have made this a little less shitty.

"What's the deal with him anyway?" Naveah doesn't seem to let this go.

"We just don't like each other, that's just how it is sometimes."

She frowns.

"I don't think you can hate each other so much without a reason."

"I don't hate Caleb, I don't really care about him"

Naveah lets out a snort.

"Damn didn't know you could be a little bitchy too"

Caleb turns briefly in your direction and you take that as a sign to turn away and finally sit down for the next 8 minutes. Naveah does the same.

“I think everyone can be a little bitchy, you can’t like everyone and everything”

“Jesus could”

“Well im not Jesus”

she stretches her legs out next to you and sighs deeply.

"I know, even if this doesn't sound good, I sometimes find the principle of the church really fucked up. I try to love everyone, even people who do bad things to me, but it doesn't always work."

You're very surprised that she comes to you with this, but now that she did, you want to give her the best comfort you can.

"That's okay, naveah. We're neither God nor Jesus, we can do some things and we can't do some other. And we find a lot of things difficult. So Hate who you want"

naveah laughs and then becomes creepily serious again.

"Thanks, since you became friends with Ellie, you seem more relaxed to me."

Thinking, you try to remember your life before Ellie, but you can't. Before that everything was much more colorless, it didn't make as much sense as it does now.

"yes, I guess"

"no matter what Hazel says, you're right, Ellie isn't bad. How can a bad person make someone else this happy?"

12:24 p.m (sunday, week 1)

You haven't heard from Ellie all morning. It was almost as if she had completely disappeared, and if you're honest, you've had the feeling for a while that one day, she would just run away from here.

You wouldn´t hold it against her, but you would still feel dejected and left behind.

naveah and you talk a lot more after the game, she's more like you than you thought and you think she's good company. She understands your humor and you don't feel stupid or judged after every sentence you say.

It often happens to you that you wish for a world and reality in which it was always so easy to live. Where not every breath you take feels wasted.

You try very hard not to think about Caleb or your siblings back home. Homesickness seemed to catch up with you sooner or later anyway, but you didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The summer heat was bearable, but it was still uncomfortable, so you spent most of your time indoors. Shortly after 12, Naveah suggested playing a few rounds of Uno with you, and since there was nothing better to do, you agreed.

"My father taught me uno, I can still remember that"

there is a very faint smile in her voice that touches your ears. She sounded a bit sad, as if she´s mourning that time of her life.

"I don't know your father at all"

you put a wish card on top of the pile of other cards. One round probably turned into a few.

"He's not really a christian, sometimes I think that's why he is the way he is"

"What do you mean?"

"He has a lot of emotions, he doesn't know what to do with them."

Christian parents are often very strict, as there are many rules in both parenting and the Bible that you have to follow. But since Naveah is talking about her atheist father, you don't really have a picture of what she really means, both your parents are religious.

"I don't understand exactly what you mean naveah…"

half of your brain is focused on the girl in front of you and the other half on the cards on the floor. Naveah moved around a little to sit down a little more comfortably, but this position didn´t seemed to free her from the emotional discomfort.

"Sometimes he doesn't know where to put all the anger. My mother doesn't help much with that either. Both of them know how to provoke each other, but only one of them knows how to deal with feelings."

"I still don't know what you mean? How does that affect you and your fathers relationship?"

It seems absurd to you how you talk about something like that while you're playing Uno, but if that's what she needs.

"Girls, lunch is ready and then you have to rinse off."

Louisa's voice flashes through the room and everyone moves quickly, but you make a mental note to talk to her about it later. You walk at a slow pace down the hallway and the other girls just rush past you. You remember how easy everything seemed to you at that age.

On the second floor you meet Jonathan.

“Hey you got wash up duity, don’t you?”

A dramatic groan leaves your mouth and you nod.

Joanthan is nice. You know his parents very well and you both grew up together as often as you saw each other at school and he was one of the only boys who wasn't interested in bullying girl for fun.

"Are you in the same room with Samuel?"

“Samuel and Austin, luckily”

You nod in understanding and see your group of girls whizzing past you out of the corner of your eye. Hazel turns to you briefly and gives you that grin and suddenly you know exactly what's going on here. An unpleasant feeling spreads through you and you try hard to ignore it.

"yeah… it's nice that you're still friends"

"I can't believe how long I've been able to put up with these two"

You giggle a little bit uncomfortable and think about the many pranks the three boys have pulled off. Both here in the camp and at school.

“Have you planned any new pranks?”

"hmm I don't know if I can tell you that" Jonathan grins at you.

"Well, if I hear something about a prank, I know who it was."

He shrugs and chuckles softly.

"Do you know what you're planning to do after the summer holidays? Now that we've finished school." you ask him.

He doesn't seem so sure about his answer.

"Not really, I don't know yet whether I want to stay here or go further away. Samuel wants to study in new york, I feel a bit left behind"

left behind. You know the fear of that as well.

"No matter what you decide, you have a future everywhere, time goes by either way"

he smiles at you and combs a few thick curls out of his face. You notice that he's looking at you longer than necessary.

"Hey would you like-" "Jesus where are they?"

You try strenuously to find Hazel's brown curls over the many people's heads, but they are nowhere to be seen.

"Sorry Jonathan, I have to find the others before they can no longer manage to save a seat for me."

you lie coldly to his face.

Without any further words, you quickly march through the many groups. You can feel his confused look burning at your spine, but whatever he wanted wasn't what you wanted.

You notice two things in the dining room.

Luckily Hazel secured a spot for you and Ellie is talking to the girl who shot a fucking ball at you. Twice.

Ellie's face seemed neutral, she was smiling slightly.

Jealousy overcomes you and you´re embarrassed at how quickly and unexpectedly it happens. Your cheeks redden and you feel very immature, like in middle school when you were mad that Hazel had other friends besides you.

You sit down in silence next to Hazel, who has already placed a plate at your place. Some pureed vegetable soup that you have to force down.

"What did Jonathan want?" Kate leans forward eagerly.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan is a good distraction for once.

"You're being so childish"

"Come on, we're just curious"

That's how it was always with the boys. No matter what people say, Christian girls are obsessed with boys, no matter how much the feeling of guilt trys to destroy that. For many, boys even come before God in terms of interest.

Not necessarily boys, but more the romance itself. The acceptance and recognition of being enough for a man.

Your eyes flick to Ellie, who is still talking to her about something seemingly funny. Of course you don't care.

“He didn’t want anything from me and even if he did it i would not care.”

1:14 p.m (sunday, week 1)

You are just waiting to be let into the kitchen. It's nothing unusual to take on kitchen duty in camp. It's a kind of thank you from the church to the kitchen for cooking warm food every day. Every girl's room gets a turn twice a year. After the girls' rooms have all been through to the second time, there are two more boys' rooms so that it doesn't get unfair. Ironic isn´ it?

Every year it's the same, every year you can hear the boys crying and complaining when they're the ones who have to do it this year. Now was your day where you have to wash 200 dishes. The staff and managers involved.

Ellie isn't here yet. She can't really have forgotten it, Louisa reminded her not to do anything between 1 and 3 p.m. this morning.

"Okay girls, then let's get to work."

Lousia opens the door to the kitchen a little too enthusiastically with her key and everyone follows her limply. It's the same place with the same number of dirty dishes.

Washing the dishes yourself isn't that bad for you, it's the fact that this kitchen is so damn dark.

For some reason there are only 3 windows in the white, old room. The tiles on the floor are already old and a few edges have broken off, the potholes were noticeable on the sole of your slippers. It still smells like soup and detergent and you wonder who would want to spend hours doing something like that.

“Here” Hazel hands you gloves and an apron.

"Sorry I'm late" Ellie stands in the doorway, panting, looking for Lousia's gaze, but it still stays on you.

"Hey" she smiles at you… shyly?

You smile back and pull the apron over your head.

"Ellie… please don't let this happen again."

“I promise it won´t”

Hazel also hands her the things and Ellie doesn’t hesitate for a second. You're a little surprised that she showed up at all, but she seems a bit inergic to you.

"Okay, we'll divide into 3 groups and one will rinse while the other dries and puts thw dishes away," you almost order the others.

You grew up with a very tidy mother and a big sister, you know a lot about tidying up and organization. That's why no one hesitates and does what you said.

"I wanted to talk to you all day"

Ellie's rough voice loops into your right ear and you quickly grab the dishes and a sponge as a distraction and start to rinse.

"I'll rinse you dry"

Ellie seems surprised to have to pick up a plate but does as you say.

"Everything okay?"

What bothers you is how easy it is for her to read you.

“Yes, everything is perfect”

“It doesn’t seem like it?”

"That's your self Ellie?"

"Did anything happen?"

"No"

"Did I do something?"

"Ellie!"

You say her name a little loudly and Mia, who is standing across from you, turns to you briefly and smiles encouragingly at you.

No, that is completely wrong. You shouldn't be mad at Ellie, you should stand by her, she could be in distress or something.

You direct your gaze again, an embarrassing blush on your face.

As strange as it sounds, Ellie really looks beautiful in an apron. Her soft curves, her forearms that show off her fair, freckled skin and the black ink of her tattoo. She always has to pull up her sleeves no matter what she does.

"I just had a bad day okay?"

You take the next plate.

"Her name is Ruth"

Ruth. you imagine how the name would feel on your tongue, how it would taste. How it would taste on Ellie's tongue. Shaking, you banish the thought because the thought of a sentence where both Ellie’s tongue and taste appear, seems too dangerous to you.

"I didn't ask that"

"You didn't have to"

Nobody speaks for 10 minutes, there is complete silence. Your thoughts rush from one corner of your brain to the other. You didn't want to argue with her, you didn't want to be anything other than hers.

soon you realize that you have no right to be angry with Ellie. She can talk to whoever she wants. Strangely enough, it also seemed to make a certain amount of sense for Ellie that you were angry.

You Wonder why.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs next to you, a wet glass in her hand.

"You don't have to be, you didn't do anything, Ellie."

Your anger subsided, and your longing for Ellie's soft, warm voice grew.

"I haven't paid any attention to you all day."

"You don't have to-"

"But I want to. As often as I can."

Sometimes you think that she doesn't even notice what she's actually saying to you. That she's in a trance and doesn't even notice what's falling over her lips. How vulgar her allusions are, and how good they feel.

You turn around briefly, but no one seems to have heard.

"It's okay, don't worry about it now."

"I really am sorry though." Her hand rests gently on your back, but doesn't quite touch you. it is the gesture itself that counts here, but you can't help but think of her soft skin, of her many freckles that are certainly not only on her face.

"I know. Me too, I shouldn't have acted around like that"

her face shows how happy she was with the situation and you smiled too.

"I like your hair. It's really pretty braided" she whispers

her hands sadly turn back to the dishes and your gaze remains stuck to her for a while. But how could you not? who would ever want to look away from her?

"what did you want to tell me?" you ask her.

"how do you know that I want to tell you something?"

"you get really fidgety when you want to talk about something"

you notice so many things about her. how her leg fidgets slightly, how she keeps having to change her position and shifts her hips from left to right, how she bites her cheek, sometimes too hard.

"um... I had an idea"

"Ellie, no-"

"I haven't said anything yet"

the running water covers your voices, luckily, and no one notices.

"We're handing out these apples tomorrow and I thought to myself-"

you give her another glass and look into her soul.

"That's stupid and we're not 10 anymore, Ellie, what makes you think of something like that?"

Ellie takes the glass slowly and carefully, not breaking eye contact with you. Her eyes look hurt.

"Please explain it to me" you try to make your voice softer, more trustworthy.

"I don't want to be here. You don't understand, you're here every year and people love you. There's something wrong with me and I'm reminded of it every fucking day, I just want to show him what it's like to be treated like that"

you could hear the tears in her voice. You noticed early on with your brother that some people just don't cry, or at least don't like to. They express their tears differently, with Ellie it's her voice.

Her voice shows how she's feeling just as clearly as tears would have.

The kitchen is divided into two compartments. One is where they cook and the other is where they put the dirty dishes and clean them.

"How are we even supposed to get into the kitchen? And how do we know that they haven't already put the glaze on the apples? We don't know anything, Ellie-"

"Jesse's mother is volunteering to help in the kitchen. He said that he needs to help his mother to candy the apples this evening. But before that we can make a few changes."

Your mouth is slightly open. She has really thought this through. You hand Ellie another glass and stare at the door at the end of the room. No chance of her just getting in there. Louisa is a very nice manager but even that wouldn't gat an approve of her.

"How are we even supposed to get in there?"

CLINGGG

a high, loud noise bounces around in the air and you flinch so much that it hurts.

"fuck"

"oops" Ellie grins at you slightly after she has dropped the glass, you gave her to dry, on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, god I'm so clumsy"

Ellie gives you a whole scene, in which you don't have to do anything but hold back a laugh.

"Louisa, forgive me, it just fell out of my hand"

the other girls have to hold back a giggle too, even Hazel.

Ellie's high, dramatic voice sounded bad like a dying cat, but once again you were impressed by how daring she is.

"Yeah, yeah Ellie, clean that up. The broom is in the storage room"

Louisa presses the many keys into Ellie's hand and doesn't seem at all surprised.

"Thank you very much sister" for a moment you thought she was bowing.

„we’re not catholic Ellie-“

„But Mrs. I don't know where the storage rooms are"

„And I’m not married“ Louisa sighs

"Shit Ellie, I'm kinda enjoying this"

Kate grins at her and Ellie winks as Louisa gives Kate a warning look.

Ellie puts a strong, secure arm around you.

“Please accompany her”

Louisa waves her hands in the air between you two

“Sure” you reply like a robot

Ellie's arm pulls you towards the exit door and almost slams it behind you.

"first we ruin the glaze, then we can get the broom from wherever that was"

"in the storage room"

"whatever"

There are two doors to the kitchen. One that is in the washing up room and connects the two rooms and another that leads directly to the kitchen. The other entrance can be taken through the dining hall, and that's where you headed.

"if the pastor sees us, we're dead, Ellie"

you walk quickly but are still careful when you go around corners.

"I know, I think he wants to hang me on a scarecrow, I had a dream about that recently-"

you grab her arm and shove her back behind a safe corner.

"phillip"

"who the fuck is Phillip"

you press Ellie lightly against the wall because you are sure that sometimes she can't control her body properly. you peek around the corner slightly and see the orange hair.

"He's like the pastor's right-hand man, his best friend is also his roommate and his assistant."

"Pastors can have roommates?"

The orange spot at the end of the hallway slowly disappears like the light of a car on a dark night. This time you go first and Ellie follows you like a dog, she is also much quieter.

You feel 6 years younger and you like doing something you've never dared to do. Otherwise it was always the boys who played pranks and even though you never admitted it, you were always jealous.

Jealous of the freedom to behave like an asshole and not face any consequences. You wanted to have that laugh, that bond of having done something wrong together and to experience the big drama afterwards. To be praised for having done it.

"Shit, you like this, don't you?"

How can she read you so well?

"No!"

When you get to the door you stare at her knowingly.

"Yes you do, you're not as good as you always act doll. And I mean that in the best way possible"

"You're full of shit Ellie"

you let her pass you and the green eyed girl hastily tries to find the key.

"hey" you calmly touch her quick hands.

"calm down. don't stress Ellie"

her cheeks redden and her hands slow down.

"i really can't find it. fuck do you even have the key to the kitchen as a group leader?"

out of instinct you pull the door handle to use the key and the door opens.

"That was easier than i thought-"

Ellie puts the keys in her back pocket and carefully sticks her head into the kitchen. you keep watch so that no one walks by and tells on you. you quickly scurry after Ellie into the empty, warm room and smell the sweet air of the apples.

"the door has a fucking window" Ellie whispers in your ear and points at the door from where your friends are cleaning dirty dishes, the door that leads to Louisa who Is waiting for her keys.

goosebumps spread across your arms and legs and you are not sure if it is where Ellie is or the chance of being thrown out of the camp.

as you stand in front of the big pot you both breathe in out of reflex.

"It smells good, I even feel a little bad about ruining it"

Ellie watches the bubbling bubbles a little dreamily.

"Isn´t that actually vandalism?"

you ask thoughtfully.

Ellie almost laughs out loud and puts her hand over her mouth. You grab her arm and press even harder against her mouth so that she is really quiet.

"No, that isn't really vandalism oh my god you are innocent"

"Wow thanks Ellie, it was so enlightening"

you spend a while looking in the kitchen for something that might taste good and after a while Ellie finds vinegar that is probably decades old.

"that is so disgusting, remind me not to eat any of it"

Ellie's look confirms that somehow you'll have to eat it anyway.

"it will noticeable if we don't eat anything, just a small bite"

"Ellie what the fuck" you massage your temples with your thumb and watch her open the vinegar.

"not too much, okay?"

"yeah yeah"

In the end she used almost half the bottle to make it really gross. for an "extra reaction" she said. In the end you almost got caught by the pastor's right hand. In the end Ellie held your hand for exactly 4 seconds.

It was impressive how those 4 seconds stayed in your head for hours.

INTERACT WITH ONE OF THE LINKS UP THERE

Please post and repost a lot about Palestine especially right now. The videos shock me to my core and are really disturbing but people live these lives, these are children of someone. Please take your focus on the people in Palestine who are going thru hell. Help where you can

I really hope you liked this chapter, I will upload more after focusing more about palestine so it might take a while! Btw SO SORRY ITS THAT LONG

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[knighthoracely]

Um..... Guys????? All the other 3 fans who are invested in E&H lore???? Why aren't we talking about this vid???

My wonderful @prawnprank sent me this and we had a discussion concerning what it might mean. This is going to be long, so the rest is under the cut!

Warning: this is NOT a fact that Poki or Daedalic Entertainment (or any of the creators) stated! We just want to share our silly idea with you guys!!!

It seems that the OP has the game on a disk, and it has this interesting little puzzle which needs to be solved before starting the game. Unfortunately, we are not exactly fluent in German, but we had a friend translate it, so we think this idea of ours might be true or at least has a place to be.

So the idea is that the second game took place on the exact date stated in the video — 18.05.2002.

Why, you might ask? Because after choosing all the parts of this date, the OP ends up... in the main menu. Which can pretty much mean that this is when the game took place.

Thus, the first game might have happened a bit earlier — September 2001. Why? Well, we know for a fact that it was September, and Edna's disappearance is still relevant in Harvey's New Eyes — the asylum workers are looking for her, which means it couldn't have been long since she pushed Dr. Marcel down the stairs, and it would be realistic for people to look for her (or her remains) in the spring.

This theory also doesn't clash with the things we see in both games: the tech looks like something from the 2000s (like telephones, TVs, surveillance cameras, TV antennas, etc.), also real songs and movies that are referenced in the game also were released before the 2000s ("Don't Cry for Me Argentina" by Madonna, 1996; "Waterworld" with Kevin Costner, 1995).

Furthermore, it means that we can deduce when the characters with confirmed ages were born.

In alphabetical order:

- Adrian — 1965

- Alfred — circa 1982 I guess?? (idk if we get told whether he & Edna are the same age, correct me if his age is known & is different from Edna's)

- Almo — 1969

- Aluman — 1937

- Barman — 1956

- Beeman — 1952

- Blase — 1962

- Bruce Broker (Juppi) — 1961

- Chauffeur — 1943

- Dr. Marcel — 1933

- Droggelbecher (I'm NOT calling him Droggeljug.) — March 1971 (he's exactly 30,5 y.o. as his dossier states)

- Edna — 1982

- Front Door Officer — 1940

- Herr Mantel — 1926

- Hornbusch — 1932

- Hoti & Moti — 1966

- Hulgor — 1960

- Keymaster — 1974

- Mattis — 1950

- Neurotic — 1972

- Newbie (Tall Asylum Worker) — 1974

- Pastor — 1969

- Peter — September 1961

- Petra — 1967

- Prof. Nock — 1920

- Stiesel (I'M NOT CALLING HIM BABBIT.) — 1968

- Ticket Inspector — 1954

- Tobi (the watchman at the gate) — 1969

Also, we can say Alfred died on 03.08.1991, with Mattis being executed after that date.

So, in conclusion, I must say that it is not confirmed that it is the exact date but it sure seems plausible to us (we also genuinely hope that this wasn't debunked or something, but if it was, please let us know). So, if you like, you can adopt this little headcanon we came up with!

[muttonchopsalley]

Another New Year! Pipe!

Today marks the 30th anniversary of the final Pete and Pete special before the series started. “New Year’s Pete”. Features guest appearences by Debbie Harry and Vincent Pastore. 

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Kyle Mantyla at RWW:

When Donald Trump announced his intention to nominate Fox News host Pete Hegseth to serve as Secretary of Defense, concerns were raised immediately about Hegseth's undisguised Christian nationalism.  Hegseth, who has admitted that his multiple crusader tattoos got him "deemed an extremist" by his own National Guard unit, has deep ties to misogynistic Christian nationalist pastor Douglas Wilson. On Monday, Hegseth appeared on the "CrossPolitic" podcast, which is hosted by Toby Sumpter and Gabe Rench, both of whom are closely tied to Wilson and his church.  During the discussion about Hegseth's book "Battle For The American Mind," Hegseth said that he is working to create a system of "classical Christian schools" to provide the recruits for an underground army that will eventually launch an "educational insurgency" to take over the nation. 

"I think we need to be thinking in terms of these classical Christian schools are boot camps for winning back America," said Sumpter. 

Potential Defense Department head and Fox News host Pete Hegseth’s latest book Battle For The American Mind focuses on Christian nationalist themes, such as the promotion of “classical education.”

[besidesitstoowarm]

"Amy's Choice" thoughts

this is almost like a. midseason finale type episode? not plot-wise, i don't think dw ever does midseason finales the way walking dead does for example, but it very much addresses head-on the major source of inter-companion tension, that being amy's interest in the doctor and her neglect of rory. that said i love how it does end in amy making her choice BUT that's not the end of it. like it's not like this ties up that part of her arc in a bow, it continues through s7. amy pond character that you are

anyway i'm not going to recap this one beat by beat bc that would take a million years but basic premise is our three heroes keep alternating between one world (the tardis is in danger) and another (it's the future on earth and amy and rory are settled) and have to figure out which one is real and also why this is happening. i imagine at the time it might've been more up in the air which was real bc my bf never believed for a second that the "amy is pregnant" world was the real one. i honestly don't remember if i ever did either, it's been a long time

they meet up with toby jones who is a hallucination and calls himself the dream lord and says he's here to fuck with the doctor because he feels like it. i respect his honesty. a few plot things that i did notice enough to take notes on: when the doctor touches down in "amy pregnant" world, rory is the first one to rush out to see him! the doctor sees amy and is so awed and giddy that it kind of made me sad, remembering he was a dad and a granddad once. he sees so much death and horror that little amelia pond being a mother herself must be so much for him

anywayyyy we a love a Themes episode. the plot stuff doesn't even matter really cause the actual episode is: what does amy want? does AMY know what amy wants? does she want the security, love, unconditional love of a husband and family (yes, she does) or does she want the excitement of these adventures with her very handsome imaginary friend (yes, she does). this is kind of what i was getting at the other day, it does feel like an actual choice that might make you hesitate. i would consider either one of these lives a valid and engaging one. whereas why would you stay home with mickey or your weird divorced dad or your shrew mother who does nothing but criticize you?

i like how the rory-world is such a little fairy tale, the beautiful pastoral setting, the happy ever after. because the doctor is also the fairy tale, the bedtime story, the man too big to be real. they're different stories, and amy's choice is which protagonist she wants to be, if she wants the adventure or the after (or if she thinks she can have both). and then you get this very toymaker-type villain, the author, rewriting each reality and changing the rules however he feels like. he's also massively cunty like when he says the doctor wears "clothes designed by a first year fashion student" or says that he loves a redhead "did he tell you about elizabeth the first, well, she thought she was the first" or when he comes so close to calling him a homophobic slur in that freezer i almost screamed out loud. i can't believe he's not considered a more iconic one-off. "the old man prefers the company of the young" so much of the eleven era is about deconstructing the "doctor as mythical hero" thing, rory is so good for that too of course. get his ass

i like that this episode carries on the throughline from last episode of the doctor and rory kind of casually engaging in a dick-measuring contest (last episode, very suggestively so with their flashlights). and i really like that rory calls it out for what it is "are we disagreeing or competing?" i think that was a bit of a lightbulb-moment for the doctor, too. where he realizes rory is trying the hardest he can to even match the doctor's stride and that he, eleven, is trying way too hard, bc it's not really much of a contest and eleven's pride or ego isn't worth blowing up everything rory cares about, loves, values, and wants (which is to make amy happy)

and of course. the ending. the trolley problem. rory dies and amy has to decide, is this the fake world and they need to die to escape it? or is this the real one and rory is gone? and i love that she doesn't even try to reason it out, no logic, just pure feral animal abandonment instincts and she is dead-set on murder-suicide with eleven bc either they need to die to break the spell or she can't stand a life without rory. and she has no way of knowing that was the right decision other than she refused to consider otherwise. i don't think amy is right when she says she never realized how much she loved rory until just then, i think she's so damaged that she couldn't stand to accept HIS love until she realized how bad it hurt to have it gone. this will also continue through her post-"good man goes to war" behavior that drives the beginning of s7. amy thinks she's unloveable, or undeserving of someone as Good as rory, so she sabotages herself up until she loses him, and then she can't bear it. god she's so REAL

and then of course the "real" world was also fake and the doctor blew them all up to save them for real. and the dream lord was a manifestation of the doctor's worst impulses, instincts, desires, fears, etc bc they all got fantasy ergot poisoning. it's a little wack but idk i don't want this show to get all the wibbly wobbly explained okay i will accept ANY amount of timey wimey bullshit if the themes and character work are fire. actually isn't this basically a valeyard kind of character? kind of a time lord victorious one. i would love to have seen more dream lord. this was the only episode of dw this writer ever wrote and that's a bummer, i'd have loved to have seen more

one last shoutout is that when the doctor first arrives in rory-world he goes "what do you do to stave off the..." and rory finishes the sentence with "boredom?" just as amy finishes it with "self harm?" god that says it all doesn't it. this was incredibly rambly but this was a really rich, dense episode. and i needed to relish in some goodness before the next few stinkers

[sonic-official]

pardon me toby what the fuck happened at your grandmother's funeral

The pastor was quietly casting [evil/demonic] spells in the direction of my family between prayers (my mother has quite a poor relationship with her family. as a result of the curse and ritualistic binding of her prophetic foresight as a child) and also the corpse wheezed

[t4t4t]

Your fake ass aesthetic of being a good person because you’re a liberal lesbian or whatever is pretty lame too

I'm a communist, not a liberal.

Do you mean my ethics ?

My aesthetics are things like, 4lung and Diabarha, guro robot puppy girls, uh. Irish reels, Impressionist painting, Remedios Varo, Leonora Carrington, Jorges Luis Borges, Italo Calvino, Tarkovsky.

I can appreciate nature but I don't like the framing or frame of this appreciation being "pastoral/rural/agricultural community life" rather than say, botany, or paleontology, or anthropology.

Anyway I see the poverty of Western philosophy every goddamn year in front of my eyes and I know that there are many people being allowed to do very lazy and evil things to the land.

Go read Masanobu Fukuoka and Toby Hemenway

Or check out a YouTube channel by the name of Crime Pays But Botany Doesn't. Dozens if not hundreds of hours of footage of him rambling around talking about botany and usually making some commentary on the political character of what he sees before him. He had much to say about the border wall killing Saguaros and peyotes, and he even personally saved a few of those peyotes with his own hands and truck, and the footage of that is on his channel.

The peoples who knew and know those Saguaros as relatives still exist on other side of this fake and disgusting border and don't deserve this colonial label of immigrant for going back and forth across the border on their own ancestral lands. (Whether anyone else deserves that label is a different question.... "No borders no nations no mass incarceration" is a fun protest chant I've heard many times...)

[screenzealots]

"The Severed Sun"

A skillfully-crafted atmospheric journey through the darker sides of human nature.

“The Severed Sun” is a gripping, slow burn folk horror film set in the rural British countryside. It follows a religious community led by a strict pastor (Toby Stephens) who doesn’t tolerate any disobedience. Things get intense when the pastor’s daughter Magpie (Emma Appleton) kills her abusive husband, unleashing a monstrous beast that goes after the wicked. Dean Puckett’s debut as a director…

[conflagrate]

Alaska Daily 08

Well Eileen’s going to therapy at last!

Ahhh Yuna’s so sweet!

The paper’s days look numbered...

People in power, always bullshitters. Welp

That bastard pastor Gallahorn’s son!

Hah! The bullshitter commissioner gave in!

Bloody hell, Aaron’s got balls to stand up to his dad! Mad respect!

And it’s not the asshole pastor but bloody Toby on the fishing boat.

Awww Gabe wants to leave the paper ;____; 

[fettesans]

Left, photograph by Toby Coulson, Joan Jonas for Tate Magazine, 2018. Via. Right, photograph by Lukas Städler, editorial for (La) Horde, Age of Content, 2023. Via. Watch.

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The girls never talk, preferring to let the diegetic sounds of their chosen fast-food joint fill the silence. But over the duration of each aesthetically riveting TikTok, anything can happen. Mangoes filled with ice cream grow on cactuses, whipped cream is plucked off the top of a drink and magicked away. With something for everyone (escapism meets foodie inspo meets cosplay meets mukbang meets ASMR meets comedy), they’re addictive. The girls are the best friends you wish you had. But are they mates or are they siblings? Are they family or are they dating? You want that drink, you want to know what the fuck is going on, you have to watch till the end. And then you watch another. (...)

It’s a bizarrely soothing experience, like watching someone divining the future from chicken bones in an internet age. For another video, they go pastoral. Munchie grinds an Oreo in a pestle and mortar then sprinkles the dust into a medium-sized pot of what appears to be dirt. Daintily, she digs into the biscuit-dust and pseudo-soil, then eats it. It has the same appeal as being a child and creating a potion, or actually eating earth in your garden.

Since starting 2girls1bottl3 on 15th September 2022, the props have gotten more elaborate: taller glasses, pinker drinks, the goops somehow goopier, the slimes and salts more involved, the themes campier, the nail art more intricate, more talon-like. While the cocktail assembly is still treated with blank-faced seriousness, there’s more surrounding slapstick. Munchie’s in the back going into mannequin mode. Munchie’s doggy paddling in a pool using a pink floaty. Munchie’s in a chicken shop wearing a chicken costume. Munchie’s wrapped in Christmas paper, emerging as a present. Like the work of any creative mavericks, M&M’s content has an instantly identifiable gloss.

Separately, the actions they do are nonsense, but together they become a pastiche of nonsense. What becomes clear in their symbolism is that we’re not in this world anymore. In our world, dirt isn’t edible. Entering Mixie and Munchie’s realm, you have the haunting sense of witnessing something important, peering through the veil and accidentally glimpsing something you’re too un-special to understand. (...)

They’re most comfortable defining themselves through their references. In the funniest 2girls1bottl3 video so far, the girls wear full black bodysuits in an homage to Kim and Kanye’s 2021 Met Gala Balenciaga moment (Munchie sniffs a fry through the suit). Paris and Nicole’s fingerprints are everywhere, from their velour hoodies to their fast food filming locations. The references keep coming: lifestyle content creator Avani Reyes is an inspiration, as is Euphoria, the Twilight saga, gyaru and other global subcultures, generally. ​“Japanese street style mag-azines like Fruits,” says Munchie.

If they ever filmed a movie, Munchie tells me it would be inspired by ​“this Japanese porn studio that gets all their girls dressed up in schoolgirl outfits. They do all these silent videos of them playing Jenga and doing yoga together. The way it’s shot is really creepy. It would be us doing mundane activities silently.”

Nicolaia Rips, from Who the hell are 2girls1bottl3?, for The Face, September 18, 2023.