#all men in these churches

[hillbillyoracle]

Just FYI

I am not a good candidate for your anti-men comments.

As someone who is intersex and swings trans masculine, whose closest friendships have often been with men, I'm just so sick of it.

And yes I say this as someone who's experienced sexual, physical, and psychological violence at the hands of some men.

Some folks are so far up systems theory's ass it seems like they can't conceive of people - but especially men - as individuals with unique experiences, preferences, or hardships.

Let's cut it out.

[janknabobfdi]

"romeo and juliet" okay? but could shakespeare write whatever the fuck church and texas had going on? i dont think so

[noodles-and-tea]

Like be for REALLLL

[saint-ambrosef]

i am once again back on my anti-Exodus90/Fiat90 bullshit because it's that time of year

[clownhonkbonk]

oscar n some noel?????

had too much fun with colours ( i live in shame )

[blueskittlesart]

being in art school and having basically 0 knowledge about christianity whatsoever is so funny at this point i think you could tell me literally anything was an allegory for jesus and i'd just believe you

[s0fter-sin]

(cw non-sexual kink, cis male tiddy sucking)

nikolai takes one look at ghost - at the stiffness he holds himself with, arms held rigidly at his sides as he glares ahead, each breath carefully measured to make himself unnoticed - and knows it’s been too long since he’s checked on his boy

all it takes is a single look, catching his bruised and tired eyes, and ghost all but slumps. nikolai turns, heading towards the 141’s private rec room and he doesn’t need to hear the near-silent footsteps to know ghost’s following. he pulls him down onto the couch, bringing him into the circle of his arms even as he weakly tries to pull away

��don’t need it, nik; don’t have time…” ghost argues but it’s hollow at best

“hush, sweet one,” he soothes his halfhearted protests and thumbs his mask up above his lips. “always so nervous; so lost...”

he tugs his shirt up, showing off his belly and the heavy swell of his hairy pecs; nipples already pebbled. he cups the back of ghost’s head, his thumb brushing over his exposed jaw and ghost is helpless to follow as he gently leads him to latch onto his breast

“i have you,” he promises

no matter how big he is, in presence or in stature, nikolai is bigger; encompassing his whole body in warmth and safety, the familiar scent of cologne and motor oil filling his senses just as the heat of his tit fills his mouth

ghost’s eyes roll back and he nuzzles deeper into his chest, sinking into him and lets his mind empty as he suckles

-

soap didn’t mean to. he didn’t mean to walk in on something not meant for his eyes. he just wanted to check on ghost; he’s been so distant lately, different from his usual bad days and he doesn’t know how to help him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try

but he didn’t mean for this; for guilt and a heated, confused want to chase through him as he enters the rec room and realises nikolai got to ghost first

realises they’re not just necking on the couch; that ghost’s lips are pressed tight to nikolai’s furred breast and not moving away, a gentle hollow thinning his exposed cheeks as he sucks, his throat softly bobbing as he swallows

nikolai’s cupping the back of his head, fingers drifting through the blonde hair at the nape of his neck and he looks so fond; like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than on their broken in couch with ghost curled around his body, sucking what must be a deep ache into his tit.

then nikolai looks up at him, frozen in the doorway and soap-

soap runs

-

nikolai gives soap a few days before he tries to talk about it; gives him a chance to come to terms with what he's seen. it's almost adorable; how deep soap’s flush grows when he sees him, how he stumbles over his words and can’t quite make eye contact

but it also tugs at him that he feels the need to shrink, to brace himself from whatever punishment he thinks is headed his way; shoulders hunching in, arms wrapped almost defensively around his body before finding whatever excuse he can to run from him

run from himself

he wishes he could wait for soap to come to him but he knows lost boys and their fear of coming in from the cold

nikolai keeps himself gentle as he uses his bulk to corner soap; stopping him from running but also using it to show how easily he could hide in him if he just let himself give in. if he let him take care of him the same way he takes care of ghost

"but... but it's wrong," soap whispers, fingers tangling with a gold cross at the hollow of his throat (a cross so similar to one he’d melted down all those years ago), but he speaks with such clear longing; eyes wide where he stares up at him, all but begging to be told otherwise and it almost breaks nikolai's heart

"no, lovely boy," he denies softly and soap shudders as he cups his face and backs him up against the corner; hugged by both walls and nikolai himself. "there is nothing more natural."

he caresses soap's cheek. he feels him shake under his touch, his eyes already growing dewy, and chances drifting his fingers over his bottom lip. soap's breath hitches and he looks up at him with so much fear - so much trust - and hesitantly opens his mouth to let them sink inside

nikolai doesn't press them too deep, doesn't threaten his throat, but they are thick and wide; filling his mouth and comfortably weighing down his tongue

with a small, involuntary moan, soap closes his lips around his fingers and nikolai catches him with his body as he goes limp. he coos as he starts sucking; wrapping his other arm around his head and brings him into his body, hidden and safe and small

"my good, lovely boy," he whispers and soap lets out a cracked whimper. "you are not wrong."

he isn't ready yet, much the same way ghost wasn't ready at first. but feeling soap tremble and suckle at his fingers, nikolai knows he'll soon have another boy tucked safe to his breast

[gabriestat]

true detective: the long bright dark / disco elysium: jamais vu (derealization)

[apollos-boyfriend]

something i think about a lot is how despite verge’s perceived immaturity, how despite how childish and detached he portrays himself, he’s never really grown out of that self-sacrificial caretaker, shouldering the weight of it all so those he cares for don’t have to suffer

despite being a relatively new witch (charlotte has been active for at least 200 years, while verge has only been around for about a decade), verge appears to be their main leader. he’s the one sent to capture aria, he’s the one that’s in charge of the demon lord’s remains, he’s the one that leads their rituals and sacrifices, he’s the one behind the main orders everyone instantly knows to pay attention to. charlotte and manon are clearly highly-regarded/highly-ranked in their own right, but they still abide by verge’s orders at the end of the day

again, charlotte has been a witch for much longer than verge. she was his mentor, even. but when the church attacks, verge’s first instinct is to get in front of her. he does the same thing with dante in chapter 79–it’s in his nature to put himself directly in harm’s way to protect others. verge is showy and childish and bratty because it keeps attention on him. it’s exactly what he did as a child, keeping the church’s eyes on him and him alone so none of the kids in his care had to sacrifice themselves in the same way. while i don’t doubt that some of the exorcists he killed were for self-defense, or because they were corrupt in the way his other victims were, i wouldn’t be surprised if it was also just another way to paint a target on his back. no matter what the other witches did, the church would always target him the most for such a crime. verge is a leader, yes, but he leads to keep others safe before all else. a leader will be the one targeted the most, not his subordinates

and we know it works! verge is the only witch the church directly names as a target. yes, they still attack other witches, other sabbaths, but it’s clear that verge is the witch they fear/abhor the most (up until the baba yaga reveal, but even then, he’s the one at the head of her revival). everything verge has ever done has boiled down to his core need to protect and place the burden himself alone

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

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[antleredweirdo]

A Blue man and a Ghost meet in a church…

((Just an idea as I’m having brainrott))

Danny, with his horrific injuries from being ‘caught’, somehow escapes to his friends before retreating into his core. His friends take his core into the ghost zone, trying to get to Frostbite, but are stopped by (either Fenton parents or GIW agents) flooding into the ghost zone after them.

Tuck and Sam are panicking and so they wrap Danny’s core into Tuck’s beanie and Sam’s jacket before tossing him onto one of the flouting platforms and leading the ghost hunters away…they didn’t expect Danny to be sucked into one of the natural portals along the way down…

Danny wakes up in Germany of all places, alone, with pieces of his best friend’s clothing splayed over him… He takes this with surprising grace (not) and deals with his newfound homelessness in a foreign country as well as he can. At least his King status allows him to be a polyglot…

Meanwhile, Kurt Wagner had returned church that had raised him, planing on pay respects (again) to the Priest that had sheltered him. It wasn’t the same church, as that one has burned down far long ago, but there had been a new church built in its place. This new church had been abandoned soon after its construction, too many people saying that it was haunted with angry ghosts and feeling too anxious to worship within such a building.

Kurt had thought they had been silly, thinking like that and leaving the building to rot. Through, that was before he, himself, had caught sight of a ghost dwelling inside inside. Wait, no. This was still a living child. A boy sat in one of the pews and stared at him with wary curiosity. Through he was so washed out and in such a sorry state that…Well, Kurt believes he could be forgiven for mistaking the boy for the dead.

In the dim morning glow flooding through the stained glass, his eyes reflected and glowed in the shadows. Which was…huh. Seems Kurt has stumbled upon not just a squatter, but a mutant squatter at that.

[hexesandroses]

No Renato slander is tolerated in my vicinity I will literally attack the next person who calls him boring. This is now the love of my life

[asha-mage]

I just beat the Royal Academy section of Metaphor: reFantazio and I just. I had to sit there with the revelation that we've passed the point of 'this is a GOTY frontrunner for me' and have entered the territory of 'if this sticks the landing- and god I think it's shaping up to do just that- it's going up there with Shadow Hearts: Covenant and Final Fantasy X as one of my favorite video games of all time.'

[nobetafortomorrowedie]

Last week I had work on Sunday and some church guys (home teachers basically) came over to see my mom and grandma, I thought they were going to get there after I left but I was Wrong. Anyways, they blocked my car in so I had to go be like hey I have to go to work could you please move your cars and this motherfucking old man I've never met in my life took a piece of candy out of his pocket and tried to give it to me, saying, and this is a direct quote "this should keep you quiet" ????

Like what THE FUCK

anyways he's here again today

[saltedcaramelchaos]

tide jrwi has so much primary teacher energy

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

questioning sexuality is so exhausting