#blasphemy. lies.

[dirtytransmasc]

[gothic-lesbo-bitch]

Y'all which one of you needs a blasphemy bonk? Just a real good wack right upside the head with a thick book?

[krillonthegrill]

max caulfield nsfw art without her body covered in freckles is like an angel without wings

[bananasfosterparent]

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"Only delusions and lies require artificial support. Truth can stand alone. Therefore the true word has no need of superficial, solemn ceremonies. Only lies need such devices." -- Leo Tolstoy

Blasphemy laws and cancel culture betray lies.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

why do you deny the REAL history?

I swear to God I will full name you right here on Tumblr.com if you do not shut up about docudubery

[alerraia]

can i just say, without spoilers yet, that the echoes of the fallen dlc slaps ass. this is so up my alley. i love this whole thing even if there's only a couple hours to it, money well spent for me personally

[operator-pillz]

danny callout post /j

DONNTTTT……THE LAST ONE..THATS EDITTWD. NEVER SAID ANY OF THIS.

[queeringhope]

Florida and Texas lead the way in hate, “straight”to hell. Bravo, Christianists, “brood of vipers.”

Final Pre-Election 2024 Anti-Trans Risk Assessment Map

Erin Reed has presented a new version of her Anti-Trans Risk Assessment Map over at Erin in the Morning.

She writes:

The elections have tightened across the United States, and anti-trans ads have become a major part of the 2024 campaign cycle. As such, the risk has substantially raised for nationwide laws targeting transgender people in the coming years for both youth and adults. For states, the state of Texas has been upgraded to Do Not Travel, only the second state to receive such a recommendation. This comes as Odessa, Texas becomes the first city in the nation to pass a $10,000 bounty on transgender people inside of bathrooms.

Read the whole article here.

[sponsored-deactivated20210106]

The religious assholes who hate reality and hate science and hate evolution, they are spending money and gearing up for the next 4-8 years. Here's an ad that they are spending money on for some indoctrination around the "Scopes Monkey Trial" --

Like, da fuq does The State of Tennessee v. John Thomas Scopes have to do with ... anything?

Darwin, incidentally, did not say nor promulgate any variant of the Theory of Evolution as proof that there is no God or the Bible is wrong -- religion had zero interest for him.

It is the "religious" people themselves who seem to think, completely of their own volition, that if evolution is true then God and the Bible are false.

This gem from Scopes, from the Governor:

“Nobody will deny that the Holy Bible teaches that man was created by God in His own image.” the Governor continued. “This bill is founded on the idea and belief that the very integrity of the Bible in its statement of man’s divine creation is denied by any theory that man descended or had ascended from any lower order of animals. That such theory is at utter variance with the Bible story of man’s creation is incapable of successful contradiction.”

All the intellectual hard work and heavy lifting of connecting the dots is being done by the militant "Creationists" themselves!

No one seriously posits "If evolution, then atheism. QED" other than certain Christians (fwiw the Roman Catholic Church has accepted most of the science and mechanisms of evolution, as they eventually did other biology, geology and physics...)

But, they're spending money, time and resources to make that argument when evolution is factually true lmfao

The salient problem of depicting Adam and Eve as ape-like hominids is, of course, 1.) that a single God-created pair of anything has never existed 2.) no matter how handsome, a magical and talking snake remains fiction 3.) the tree of "the impartation of the mastery of knowledge of good and evil through the bite, chew, and swallowing of fruit" is apparently extinct and an evolutionary dead end 4.) recycling 1890's satirical art is... just... no.

[plexiglasscoffin]

I genuinely thought the last episode of IWTV season 2 was the series finale and I was very satisfied with it, thought it was a great ending.

[siixkiing]

@6em4k {☯}

"4/10, not enough salt and pepper, too much box blonde."

"RUDE. First off, I am a natural blonde thank you very much and second I am a ten or higher."

[nosyrobin]

You: I’m not that pretty/handsome….

Damian who busted through your door: BLASPHEMY! WHO SHALL I END THE LIVES THAT TOLD BLATANT LIES!

Jason who came out from under your bed: I second on what the demon said.

Tim who was suddenly disguised as a giant teddy unzipping the suit: me three, what’s their name?

Dick who bursted through your windows: My Y/N distress signal alerted me! Who said that to you!!?

You: WHERE TF DID YALL COME FROM?!!

All of them: THAT DOESNT MATTER!

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

September 30 is International Blasphemy Day.

[occupyhades]

Backstabber Watch: The Abyss of Belial

Backstabber Watch focuses on the Children of Belial: Despicable Backstabbers & Dirty Double-Crossers.

Let those who are experts at cursing— whose cursing could rouse Leviathan— curse that day. Job 3:8 (NLT) 

With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. James 3:9 (NIV) 

Don’t team up with those who are unbelievers. How can righteousness be a partner with wickedness? How can light live with darkness? What harmony can there be between Christ and the devil? How can a believer be a partner with an unbeliever? 2 Corinthians 6:14-15 (NLT)

“Is not My word like fire,” declares the LORD, “and like a hammer that smashes a rock?” “Therefore behold,” declares the LORD, “I am against the prophets who steal from one another words they attribute to Me.” “Yes,” declares the LORD, “I am against the prophets who wag their own tongues and proclaim, ‘The LORD declares it.’ ” “Indeed,” declares the LORD, “I am against those who prophesy false dreams and retell them to lead My people astray with their reckless lies. It was not I who sent them or commanded them, and they are of no benefit at all to these people,” declares the LORD. Jeremiah 23:29-32 (BSB)

“And now, you priests, this warning is for you. If you do not listen, and if you do not resolve to honor my name,” says the LORD Almighty, “I will send a curse on you, and I will curse your blessings. Yes, I have already cursed them, because you have not resolved to honor me." Malachi 2:1-2 (NIV)

And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne. And there were open books, and one of them was the Book of Life. And the dead were judged according to their deeds, as recorded in the books. Apocalypse 20:12 (BSB)

And if anyone was found whose name was not written in the Book of Life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. Apocalypse 20:15 (BSB)

[fear-is-truth]

THE DARKER THE FRUIT, THE SWEETER.

━╋ CHARLIE MAYHEW x nun!reader

♱. content warning: mature content 18+・blasphemy・unprotected p in v・english is not my first language

a/n: i’m sorry i don’t know what possessed me

FATHER CHARLIE MAYHEW sits back in a wooden chair, dark eyes following you closely, but not with the sanctity one expects from a man of god. he’s holding a bible in his hand, fingers idly brushing the worn edges, but the words that come out of his mouth have strayed far from the expected teachings.

“celibacy,” he declares, “is a widely misunderstood concept. it’s not about abstaining, but about control. mastery of the flesh, not rejection of it.”

you’re sitting across from him, hands folded neatly in your lap as you tried to maintain a composed front. you don’t bother to mask the skepticism in your tone. “is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night, father? that indulging a little bit isn’t breaking your vows?”

the soft mockery didn’t deter him. if anything, it fueled him. his expression does not falter; in fact, he smiles wider. “ah, but sister. did christ not spend forty days in the wilderness, surrounded by temptation, and come out stronger? his words are laced with arrogance, each one delivered as if it were irrefutable truth. the towel around his waist slips just a little, revealing more skin, but he makes no effort to adjust it. his gaze never leaves yours, and the audacity of it all strikes you.

“is it not written that to know sin, one must overcome it?

under current circumstances, charlie mayhew is a man of contradictions—utterly confident despite his obviously flawed reasoning. it’s impossible to tell if he truly believed what he was saying or if he simply liked bending the truth for his own purposes.

“so what you’re telling me,” your voice carried a soft lilt, lips curling as you meet his gaze, “is that celibacy is… negotiable now? sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

slowly, you rise to your feet, deliberately turning away before bending down. the slit in your black habit parts slightly, revealing fishnet stockings, the round curve of your ass visible through the thin fabric.

“indulgence is sin when it lacks discipline,” he replies without skipping a beat, but there’s a new, raspy quality in his voice now.

“but when it’s controlled—when you allow yourself to feel something and rise above it—that’s where true strength lies. that’s power. that’s faith.” he’s idly stroking himself, slow pumps of his hand around the throbbing length. taking your own sweet time, you made a show of adjusting the strap on your high heels and allowing him to see the red lacy thong underneath as the slit falls open a bit more.

“besides,” he continues, “what’s the harm in understanding sin—up close? is it not our duty to learn the limits of our restraint, to test our strength?”

not answering, you simply sashay toward the priest, heels clicking softly against the floor, until you stop directly in front of him. his eyes follow your every movement as you free yourself of your garments, though the smirk on his lips never falters. you reach down and tilt his chin up with one finger,

“for someone who preaches so much about temptation,” you purr, “you sure don’t seem eager to resist it.”

he raises a brow, but before he can respond, you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him with deliberate slowness. your hand slides down his chest, fingertips brushing against smooth skin. his breath catches as one of your hands grazes over his toned abs, while the other squeezes his face with a teasing pressure.

“tell me, father.”

leaning in, you press your lips to his. when he doesn’t pull away, you deepen the kiss, gently pulling his lower lip between your teeth. his breath shudders as you release him, eyes scorching with lust.

“is this what you had in mind when you swore to be devout?”

a stretched groan escapes his lips when you guided the tip of his shaft between your slick folds. carefully, you sink down onto him, relishing in the tight, hot stretch—inch by glorious inch. your eyelids momentarily flutter shut as you were fully impaled on his cock, and just when you thought he’s about to kiss you again, charlie dips his head down. you gasped when you feel his tongue tracing slow circles around the areola before finally wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“ooh,” you manage to breathe out, and you immediately feel him smile against your breast. charlie starts to thrust up into you, his girth stretching you out to the extent that you can practically feel every ridge and bump of the veins that scattered along his length dragging against your walls. ripples of pleasure course through your body, the cross pendant you wore around your neck bouncing between your breasts with the motion.

the small room is soon filled with the slapping sounds of skin on skin, coupled with the wet suction of your pussy swallowing his cock, occasionally punctuated by your whimpers and his moans.

it doesn’t take long for the hot coil inside of you to snap. a powerful orgasm tears through your body, inner walls convulsing around him. within seconds, his seed is spurting into your womb, triggering aftershocks that left you trembling like a leaf in high wind.

charlie’s head falls back to rest against the wall behind him, as his cock continued to twitch deep inside you, residual spasms in sync with the weak fluttering of your pussy around him. your body is still tingling, a pleasant, dizzy warmth spreading through you.

“jesus…” you mumble, the words slipping out before you can stop them. he chuckles dryly, the sound rumbling through his chest as his hand lazily trails up your back.

“no, sister.” he murmurs, toying with a strand of your hair, gently tugging.

“it’s ‘father charlie’ to you.”

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