#does does this count as blasphemy?

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

i would go to church if jim balsillie was the religion, jack griffin was the preist and we prayed to glenn howerton

our father who art in gleaven

howerton be thy name

thy glingdom come

thy glill be done

on glearth as it is in gleaven

glive us today our daily glead

and forgive us our glespasses

as we forgive those who glespass against us

glead us not into glemptation

but gleliver us from glevil

for thine is the glingdom

the glower, and the glory

for glever and glever

glamen

[lorablackmane]

It's time for ghosts y'all!! I wanted to make this post once I finished a chapter or 2 of my AU's fic, but I've talked about these lil fuckers so much w/ Teal in the past month I figured it might be best to make a post b4 that so ppl aren't confused in the future.

The premise of this AU is after the night after the King is defeated, everyone is celebrating! ...Until odd things start to appear in the House. A giant bloodsplatter in the Death Corridor and a trail of blood leading from it to the King's room. A shattered shelf and knocked over pot missing it's contents in the kitchen. A frozen body near the storage room.

One by one, ghosts created from the breaking points of Siffrin's wish start to appear, and they're here to stay! For better... or for worse.

Below is how each ghost was made, their wishcraft's scent (I put too much thought into this info so I'm adding it), and a bit about them!

(Cw for the ghost's stories below: death, suicide, allergy attack)

The Stoned - Created in Act 1 - Smells like Copper and Sugar

(This one will get a proper ref later bc this doesn't fully capture him)

Despite their looks, The Stoned is the calmest out of all of them, even though their death was one of the most painful. It happened so quickly and also messed up enough that the Wishcraft couldn't fix most of their body after the boulder disappears... so he can't feel pain anymore. He can't really feel much honestly there's... there isn't many nerves to feel with anymore. The additional lack of bones is a detriment to their ability to move, making them have to crawl around and continuously shift so they won't lose their balance until they get items like crutches and a wheelchair to help.

The Stoned doesn't know the horrors of the House and so are innocent in a way even Bonnie isn't. They never even it made it to the second half of the first floor! So a lot of the things the others talk about fly over their head. The others don't leave them out of talks about the House though! ...Not that the Stoned... really speaks - but it's the thought that counts!! They have their buddy to speak for them, anyway.

Just like how Loop's Wishcraft made their body unique, each ghost has their own lil quirk due to the Wishcraft that powers their bodies. The Stoned has the oddest one: due to their lack of most their bones their body is almost completely powered by Wishcraft that is activated by the air he breathes in. Because of this, he can actually almost flatten himself by releasing all the air inside themself, and will stay that way until he breathes back in. He can't move like that, but it does sometimes come in handy - by releasing some instead of all the air they can make themself slightly more compact to get into tight places!

The Silent - Created in Act 2 - Smells like Saltwater Taffy

The Silent is a fearful one, they remember the pain the House offers but cannot feel it. They only truly remember up to Bonnie accidentally pushing them, however they know so much more. Each time Siffrin touched a tear he gave them the memories of that run, but to the Silent it was less like a memory and more like watching a play. Detached from themself... yet the fear is there. They aren't like Stone who only remembers his death, they know the blessing was a curse wrapped in a pretty bow and the thought that what they see is only a fragment of the loops Siffrin went through... it makes them retreat into themself, especially bc they see their existence as unneeded bc well... Siffrin already exists. They don't need another to bother them.

It's much easier to stay put, to let them become one with the House as the tears intended. They don't need to breathe, to eat, or anything really so it's quite easy for them to do so! For them to just... exist. Hiding in plain sight, like the books hidden on shelves of the House written in their mother tongue. So this is where they stay, until one day maybe people can hear them speak once more. They do occasionally move, mostly when they hear that the Housemaiden's need the area they're in, but only when they're certain no one is looking.

When it comes to fight, flight, or freeze they choose freeze every time... which isn't helped by the quirk of their body's Wishcraft. The Silent can freeze anything up to the size of a medium bowl if they hold it for long enough. The Unseen will sometimes use this to pull pranks on people who upset them, stealing their umbrellas and placing them in The Silent's hold. They find this very petty... but they don't like moving bc a Housemaiden might see them and it is funny so they don't stop the two from doing so.

The Unseen(Left) - Created in Act 3 - Smells like Candied Pineapples

The left one is similar in personality to the Stoned as when they were created Siffrin knews that something was wrong, but still had hope that things were okay. They are an odd one: they see their accidental death as nothing in the grand scheme of things considering how many deaths already happened before them. If anything, he sees his death as a vital piece of showing their love to their family oddly enough! His memory is spotty, but the answer to Bonnie's question is forever engraved upon their skin so none of them will ever forget (even if most cannot see them anymore except outta the corner of their eye). There is a great sorrow in them though, after meeting their counterpart and discovering that there was so much pain afterwards - that like them this fact is engraved into their counterpart... but they'll stay with them, and maybe... they can bring some joy back to the right.

They help keep their counterpart's pranks in check, as unlike the right left remembers how fragile people are and doesn't see them as actors or dolls. Most of the pranks they plan are leaving lil letters with terrible puns around the House. Like you go into the bathroom, there's a letter tied to the handle of the sink. You open it and it says something like, "water you doin, handsome?" Stupid stuff like that, that makes them feel like the funnyjokespunperson they were before everything. A way to reclaim what the loops took from them both.

The Lonely - Created in Act 3 - Smells of Sugar and Moldy Cloth

This ghost is the culmination of so, so many fragments Siffrin left in between those walls. For a long time they did not remember anything besides the motions to get to the King, yet they could never defeat him. They couldn't survive his major attack, no matter what they did. It feels like at one point he could though... wasn't there a way? It isn't until the ghost event that they remember what they lost and while it felt absolute euphoria in that moment, after that the loneliness became soul crushing. The hunger for someone, anyone to be with them hurt so much! ...It made them remember why they forgot their family the first time.

The Lonely's quirk unlike most of the others isn't seared on their skin. No, the Lonely's ability is actually only really useful for dealing with The Unseen - anytime one of the others is in danger or about to do something dangerous they sense it. The Vengeful is constantly ringing this mental alarm, but it can't do anything to help due to it constantly moving so they don't even try with them. The Unseen though, it is often seen dragging them by the ears before they do something like unleash a barrel full of marbles in a hallway.

The Vengeful - Created in Act 4 - Smells of Steel, Salt, and Sugar

It is the culmination of the King's cruelty and Siffrin's agony, a beast made of anger, pain, and sorrow in equal measures. It hates the King both bc Siffrin did and bc it sees him at fault for it's creation as it doesn't know of Wishcraft as it was created right on the line between 3 and 4. That is why it tore his right hand off and stole the gauntlet upon it - a punishment for the action that created it and a trophy for it to wear as proof that, even after such a horrid deed, he didn't win. It runs away from the House and it's former family because of this memory - it cannot confront the people it feels it failed even with the knowledge they survived, that it's sin wasn't permanent. In it's eyes it will always exist. It's eye will sometimes gleam with the same shade as the one that appeared when the world was breaking!

The Vengeful is the only ghost no one is completely sure the location of due to it throwing itself out of the first available window after completing it's mission. It mostly stays in forests or caverns where it can easily hide, only going near towns if someone reminds it of the King. Once it has dealt with said person however it views it needs to, mostly by scaring them, it returns to it's current hiding spot. The Vengeful is a lonely one, but it's not ready to be near people for long periods of time. It's afraid that due to how it was created it'll bring bad luck to those it spends too much time with - how couldn't it? It was created from a person trapped in the middle of an hourglass until they drowned in the golden sands and by a man who saw his will as absolute, who caused so much agony. One day, though, it'll realize that isn't true... but it'll be quite a while.

The Unseen(Right) - Created in Act 4 - Smells like Steel and Sugar

This one is the closest in personality to Loop. It mocks even though it has no voice, they play with the people around it to remind themself they're real. Without the left the right Unseen would be much more dangerous as it is so desensitized to death they have forgotten what is actually dangerous and so some of their mischief has to be tempered by the left one to avoid killing those around them. For a very long time they view others, besides left, as merely actors in a similar vein as Loop, only referring to others via titles if it needs to interact with anyone and left doesn't control the writing pen. As time passes this trait slowly disappears, as the days show more changes like rain upon the rooftops or snow in the gardens, things it long forgot.

Together with their counterpart The Unseen are the ones who were left behind through actions seen as small, but were greater than thought. The ones who cannot be seen without drastically changing the views of ones most loved by the person they once were. And so they stay hidden from sight by their own Wishcraft... but that is a lonely way to live they discovered. The two of them alone cannot satiate their need 4 company. And so they do little things that are easily noticed so they can be seen without breaking their rule: walking around with open, stolen umbrellas or pulling little pranks.

Most Housemaiden's don't talk to them, because they never get an answer they assume they don't like talking. This isn't the case though they cannot tell them that... neither can speak. The left's throat is closed up and the right's is... well u can probably guess why theirs wouldn't work even if they had a mouth to speak with. The Lonely though does speak to them often - it has a chalkboard in the room it lives in inside the House for them to write lil questions or answers on.

[s-h-a-s-e]

>:)

[gunksh1t]

So this is how it felt to finally be useful. It ached all over, it just got worse and worse but you were grateful, you were happy. You...you wanted this. Your God said you did. He was never wrong. Your blood drummed loudly yet his words were loud and clear as he smiled that same loyal, loving smile which you happily returned. Until his fist met your nose with that same and familiar crack

“What was that doll?”

you silently shook under his gaze, the pouring blood pooling into your waiting palms, droplets squeezing between your fingers. The pitter patter the only sound along with his pants. You had the honour of having him waste his energy on you since you couldn’t do anything correctly. That’s right. You were just his doll, God’s plaything, Your God’s punching bag. Of course you didn’t deserve to express anything, not even how thankful you are that God was fixing you - especially not in his presence. After all, it was a blessing in itself that he allowed you to breathe around him. Your knees throbbed from the drop of your body but his satisfied hum was enough to drown out all pain. All the air was forced out of your body, his heel digging into your chest, your ribs almost audibly groaning under the force. There was no escape, of course not that you wanted to. Why would you ever leave your perfect God when he was going through the effort of correcting your mistakes? It showed how much he cared, how much he loved, how much he wanted you. That’s why you could bear through it all. For his love, for the love of God. That’s why you would always stay, even as you watched his retreating back through tears and a wide grin, tasting the blood on your teeth. You would forever stay for him. Your very own Lord and Saviour.

[ange-deprave]

Confession:

When you get baptized in my church, you get a candle, with letters symbolizing Christ engraved.

One time... I pulled a condom over it... and fucked myself with it until I came...

(It's free game to bully me for this.)

[cxrvidteeth]

LETS GO YEAR OF THE RABBIT GO

[persephonesfill]

deuteronomy 5:21

anyway here's more blasphemy of steve wrecking tony and pepper's marriage 💖

act of contrition

Steve is going to Hell. Not that he cares anymore. Things like Heaven and salvation stopped mattering to him when they pulled him out of the ice. It's not that he doesn't believe anymore. There is a heaven of sorts, located in between Tony Stark's legs and inside of his mouth.

He swears Tony's lips taste sweeter with Pepper's lipstick staining them. Like he said, he's going to Hell.

"Thou shall not covet another man's wife," comes to him deliriously, with Tony's heels digging into the small of his back.

Maybe, it doesn't count. It's not Pepper he wants. It's not Pepper he's fucking on the living room floor.

It was supposed to be a standard visit, an apology, really, for...what he had done at their wedding. Steve had spent the past two weeks calling and texting Tony while he was on his honeymoon, only to be sent to voicemail or straight up ignored every time.

So, he had turned up to their home, a sweet fairy tale cabin right beside a lake. Tony had been sitting out on the porch like the old man he was, with a sweating iced tea and StarkPad balanced on his lap. The gold band that had taunted Steve for weeks on end had shone brightly in the June sun and that had been that.

They had barely said two words to each other before Steve was shoving Tony into the house, uncaring of who or what might be watching.

"Let them look," he thinks. "God, Satan, whoever. Fuck 'em all."

"Pepper," Tony says in between thrusts, but he's not thinking about her, Steve knows he isn't.

"Pepper wants a baby," Tony finally manages and it shouldn't shock Steve as he grinds to a halt, still buried within Tony.

It makes sense. It's what a man and woman do after getting married. In theory, at least.

But all it does is remind him that Tony doesn't belong to him.

But if he did...

The thought comes to him unbidden, strange and impossible and so fucking alluring. Arousal burns through him hot and sharp like a knife to his gut at the thought of Tony with a platinum band instead of gold, like they had discussed years ago and Steve's bastard in his belly.

"So what?" Steve snarls like a goddamn animal and Tony cries out when Steve splits him open, like he's trying to make them one. "I could give you as many as you fucking want."

Tony moans, his legs a vice around Steve's waist and Steve knows he wants it, wants it as much as Steve does.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

"We compare to Gods like insects compare to us. Small, powerless, and incosequential" The pride! The hubris! The utter ignorance! Have you already forgotten the bite of an ant, itching, swelling and hurting even days after you killed that thing? Have you already forgotten the burnt wasp nest, struck down because of nothing but fear? Have you already forgotten our history, of plagues spreading and killing just so many? Have you already forgotten that we poison our food, to save it from the ever hungry devourers? Have you already forgotten the once you perish, it is the lesser beings who will feast on you?

If we are to gods what insects are to us than that means gods fear us. It means the gods will do everything to destroy us, to remove us, to kill us and yet here we are still standing despite being small and inconsequential.

Know your place. You are no lesser than an insect, you are no lesser than a god

[tinybitofhope]

spent a stupid amount of minutes tryna make my blog header look nice dammit yall better get down on your knees and praise me im tired as fuck

[funkylilomen]

thats a good question

screw it everyone's jesus now i said so

[monogramsalarm]

just saw a billboard that said “shackled by lust? jesus sets you free” like is he gonna fuck me?

[kkoct-ik]

being an autistic tumblr kid lit student has its drawbacks (ive blorbofied mephistopheles)

[ghostly-knight]

I know i said i don't have twitter (hence why this is my personal diary) but i lied. I just only use it to look at pictures and videos of waterparks. i don't tweet i don't retweet stuff (unless it's a parx post probably) but i will be liking everything i see so i can go back and look at it later. twitter is where i can be mentally unwell about my funny little band

[takeustochurch]

'*•.¸♡DEBUT CHURCH !!!♡¸.•*'

Chapel of Christ the Redeemer

location: Tampines (St Hilda's Sec there) service timings: 0830 & 1015 on Sundays for English services, 1015 on Sundays for Children Sunday School, 1530 on Saturdays for Youth Service here's their website for more info!

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

'*•.¸♡overall impressions (rated by 🌘, 🍳, and 💀!)♡¸.•*'

1. friendliness

🌘: 8/10 - ushers were open and took initiative to help us

🍳: 7/10 - ushers were nice but felt a tiny bit intimidated by them

💀: RIP

2. openness

(we didn't get to ask qns bcs SOMEONE (🍳) WAS TOO COWARDLY)

3. service

🌘: 5/10 - p basic - songs, prayers, slides

🍳: 5/10 - idk what's considered normal but yes seems cool enough!!

💀: RIP

4. programs

🌘: 9/10 - they have a brochure of the events they have upcoming and its rlly clear. from what I see they have a variety of events and stuffs for all ages so I'd say it's pretty enriching. I've never gone to their events before though so...

🍳: 8/10 - programmes look fun, they were talking about a church camp so thats COOL

💀: RIP

5. cult tendency

🌘: 1/10 - not really a cult vibe for me, but maybe that's cause we didn't raise our hands when they asked newcomers to do so, so we didn't get indoctrinated lmao

🍳: 3/10 - real

💀: RIP

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

'*•.¸♡REVIEWS♡¸.•*'

🌘: Pretty cool vibes, the interior is not particularly dim and their stained glass cross and the table with candles they had set up was what got me thinking it looked cool.

The pastor is funny and has a friendly demeanour, no complaints on that end.

The service songs are acceptable. Its the usual stuff praisng God and Jesus, but they had these 3 singers on stage and it sounded good.

It can be abit hard to find since you have to navigate through the entrance of St Hilda's Secondary School, but as long as you're not blur (IM LOOKING AT U 🍳 HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID U END UP IN ANOTHER CHURCH???) it's pretty accessible.

Not very cult like (not anymore than a normal church, anyways). 🍳 was a coward so we didn't get to ask the pastor questions or anything, but they did ask if there were any newcomers (and they asked newcomers to fill up a form that wanted our contact no. and email and address but...yk...from what ik thats pretty standard for churches) and the ushers were generally helpful and friendly.

The service itself was fairly basic, nothing that particularly stood out. They seemed really bonded as a community and they had plenty of events for youth and families both. They had an online brochure of their ongoing and upcoming events and everything so I'd say their events game is strong.

Overall it's not something I particularly want to spend time at, but I'd probably go more if there was less singing and more exploring the text of the bible, because I find the way they interpret it interesting.

🍳: DEBUT CHURCH!!! (i got lost twice otw) Stained glass was COOL but other than that interior was pretty basic. THEY HAVE A LIVE BAND THAT IS VERY EPIC and the singers voices were so angelic??? Apparently there was an event that day but I wasn't really listening but I think the singers were from another church.

Pastor was funny af tbh love that!!! Has a very community gathering kinda vibe, very bonded and friendly and someone that helped guide me there cos i was LOST ! Meditation parts were lowkey therapeutic felt like asmr.

Overall good experience? Probably just not used to going to church though cos I nearly fell asleep halfway the sermons.

RIP 💀

we will remember you always 😔😔😔 - 🌘 and 🍳

'*•.¸♡ THE END♡¸.•*'

[hylianengineer]

As an aromantic, misinterpreting songs is one of my favorite hobbies. Lately I’m discovering this applies to not only love songs (I like to apply them to friendships), but also those weird, vaguely Christian pop songs clearly targeted towards traumatized people going through shit. As long as they don’t mention god directly, I can pretend they’re talking about anyone. (In my head, this one is about my blorbos.) My powers of delusion know no bounds!

[adelaide388]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Finder no Hyouteki | Finder Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito Characters: Asami Ryuichi, Takaba Akihito, Irrelevant OC - Character Additional Tags: Smut, PWP without Porn, One Shot, Short One Shot, Fluff, Priest!Akihito, Soldier!Asami, Alternate Universe Series: Part 1 of PWP Collection Summary:

The same two ladies from yesterday had just exited the temple after talking with Priest Akihito, although instead of their usual cheerful demeanor, they were a little worried.

“Did you see the Saint’s wrists?”

“They were so red! And his neck had bruises all over it.”

“Poor Priest Akihito, I wonder what happened to him? He’s always red and bruised….”

“But today, his leg seemed hurt because he was limping quite a bit.”

The women kept walking toward their home, speculating why the Saint had been hurt, unaware that they were walking by the person responsible for hurting Priest Akihito.

Lord Asami’s hood, though covering his face in shadows, did nothing to hide his grin and gleaming eyes.

The cat that got the cream.