#how Christians react to mockery

[preacheroftruthblog]

How God Wants Us To React To Persecution And Sin -- Jon Mitchell, Editor (Editorial: March/April, 2024)

Open your Bibles to 1 Peter 3:13-17.  Consider the intriguing question found in verse 13.  If we are zealous for what is good, who is there to harm us?  The implication seems to be that harm would naturally come upon us if we are zealous for what is bad instead of being passionate about what is good.  Granted, persecution comes even while doing good; oftentimes it comes specifically because we do…

[mbenita3]

How should Christian’s react to the mockery of Last Supper scene in Paris Olympics?

Understanding the Last Supper First, let’s examine what the Last Supper scene truly represents. The painting by Leonardo da Vinci is already a controversial subject, so let’s set it aside and focus on the account from the Gospel of John, as His word is the ultimate truth. John portrays the Last Supper as an errand of love: the Master washing the feet of His disciples and establishing the New…

[shammah8]

“As they were walking along the road, a man said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” He said to another man, “Follow me.” But he replied, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.””

Luke 9:57-60

TEACH YOUR CHILDREN THE COST

One of the costs of following Jesus is the impact on our children. If we, as parents, try to shelter our children from the cross then we are guilty of the third temptation of Christ. Our children need to understand that there will not be a victorious life in Christ without following the footsteps to the cross. Not around the cross, as we often desire, but through the cross.

A co-worker once asked a Christian in Vietnam how he introduces the Gospel in the villages where people have never heard about God. Without hesitating he answered “Oh very easily. I simply say, ‘I have good news for you but it might cost you your life, would you like me to continue?’ People want to hear good news and most of the time they eagerly ask me to tell them. But the introduction is always that there will be a cost involved because for us in Vietnam, being a Christian means a life of self-denial. When they are persecuted and imprisoned they are not surprised. They expect it.”

The co-worker went on to say, “It sometimes amazes me how we find it suitable to counsel our children regarding the costs involved in buying a new bicycle or starting a new hobby but we never sit down and discuss the cost of following Jesus. We need to train our children in no uncertain terms that being ridiculed at school, being rejected and facing mockery, is part and parcel of being a Christian. It comes in as a package and you cannot have the one without the other. We need to train our children to sacrifice; we need to train our children to count the cost; we need to train our children that they do not belong to themselves.

“Our lives are often based on our expectations. If we are confronted with the unexpected, we seldom know how to react. If we neglect to teach and expose our children to the reality of the cross, difficulties will come as a surprise.

“But, once again, if we as parents cannot testify through our lives by being examples of living sacrifices, our teachings will be futile. When was the last time you were ridiculed for the name of Jesus? When was the last time you sacrificed your time and money to work among the lost? When was the last time you sacrificed anything to visit the persecuted church?”

Response

Today I will be an example to my children and teach them the cost in following Jesus.

Prayer

Lord, help me to be willing to sacrifice everything to follow You and to be an example.

© 2013 Open Doors International. Used by permission.

[solarflicker]

Yes!! (Technically I believe that would count as blasphemy, because heresy is when someone claiming Christianity holds a belief that goes against orthodox Christian belief)

I think one of my favorite things about the 2000 version is how it inverts so many ways the story is usually told.

- The Passion story is told every year, in the same ritualistic way. It becomes very sterile and bland, largely associated with churches with bland white walls (at least in my experience). By contrast the set is dark and grungy, and features many (at the time) contemporary allusions that clash with the familiarity.

- building off the last point, the acting is very over the top in a way that feels almost operatic and is very engaging. Contrast that with the rote recitation of scripture and it’s a whole different experience.

- Jesus himself!! Sure, he’s the most egregious example of aryan Jesus with his pale skin, blonde hair, and intense blue eyes. Very common in 20th century depictions of Jesus. But where he breaks away from the image is his personality. Jesus is not a likable person, or even a particularly likable character. He turns away from Judas when he tries to talk sense into him, and it feels like Judas is someone who was once important to him and now has been discarded. A particular gesture Judas makes implies a sexual relationship with Mary Magdalene, which given his position as the celebrity leader of the group and her history of implied exploitation (or at least promiscuity that she gave up because of his influence) reads as inappropriate and likely an abuse of power. Jesus is selfish, arrogant, and unwilling to take the responsibility that comes with his position, preferring instead to listen only to the adoration of the crowds until they call for his death.

Despite this, I find him to be sympathetic, if only because the consequences of his actions are disproportionate to what amounts to pretty average shitty behavior. The figure of a “do you know who my dad is?” asshole running amok with no consequences is contemptible, but not deserving of being flayed and crucified. (He absolutely deserves Herod’s mockery though).

He is also redeemed by how he reacts to Judas after the betrayal. He is stiff and angry, but when he’s arrested he tries to comfort Judas and when he realizes his fate he is absolutely devastated. He was shitty to him, but he did care. He loves Judas, but not very well, which is very deeply human.

- while not the first production that could be read as gay (and the homoeroticism is arguably an unavoidable implication of the show by nature of its very lyrics), it is by far the most blatant mainstream production up to that point, at least with a global release.

- at first glance Judas is a sleezy guy who everyone dislikes but tolerates. And he is! Don’t think for a minute he isn’t a despicable misogynist whenever he has to share the stage with Mary. But he is the star of the show. And like OP pointed out, he is the first to be depicted in the agonies of crucifixion. Because he loves Jesus. He loves him so much he feels the agony of crucifixion.

- another point where this production stands out is Judas’s continued presence after Superstar. He stays until the end of the final track with Mary, implicitly stating that they loved him equally, though they have been mutually antagonistic foils to each other.

my fav thing about the 2000 production of Jesus Christ Superstar is that im pretty sure it's doing an Actual Heresy that is not actually usually in JSC but in a very low key way

[brujahinaskirt]

Okay! I fully admit the Charles Châtenay missions are on the overbaked side, and "French libertine" is an exhausted trope, but there is something I do, unironically, love about them...

[The Artist's Way spoilers & another rambling essay under the cut!]

... and that's how Arthur reacts.

Never with machismo, never with hostile masculine heterosexuality, never with dismissiveness, never with the casual testosterone-driven swagger (i.e., the mean-hearted, bigotry-driven humor) that is so common to gaming and indeed so common of how cismen often respond to the perceived feminine. Truly, the ways Arthur does NOT react to Charles say so much about who Arthur is and how he sees the world.

We see this same lack of hypermasculine hostility/mockery with a few other masculinity-eschewing characters too (the eccentric Algernon Wasp and damselish Albert Mason come to mind, the former Arthur is courteous to if curious about and the latter Arthur clearly identifies with and is downright affectionate to). But something about the Charles quests hit different... Frankly, I fully expected Arthur's snarky sarcasm to devolve into actively cruel, openly anti-gay jeering when I saw Charles come out in that dress, and I remember the way my stomach sank. But it didn't! In fact, I argue that in many respects, Arthur's writers went in the exact opposite direction... that is, the opposite direction of the cheap bigoted potshots some folks at Rockstar clearly misunderstood these stranger missions to be.

Give me a few bullet points to break it down and explain what I mean...

Arthur doesn't "get" Charles's artistic style at first, sure. But it isn't because he disapproves of the content or because he dislikes it; it's because his own style and subjects are so different. Arthur, like Albert, deals in the wildlife and environmental aspects of natural beauty. Charles? He deals in another form of natural beauty: human bodies in their purest and most "uncivilized" state. This is a critical distinction, and by approaching the topic through art, we also learn something else about Arthur, a character who engages in no canon sexual acts throughout the course of the game, on- or off-screen.

And that is this key element of Arthur's characterization: Though he is decidedly nonsexual, Arthur isn't repulsed by Charles's sexualness or the sexual nature of his art. On the contrary, Arthur reminds us that being a nonsexual person does not have to mean being prudish, theocratic, or anti-sexuality.

In fact, the only time Arthur scolds Charles is when he sternly reminds him of his responsibility to his women lovers. Given the historical period (and that several of said women lovers were married during their affair), this strikes me as less about chivalry and Christian family values and much more about basic kindness to women, who are at far greater risk of social & financial ruin due to extramarital affairs than men were. (At least when it comes to heterosexual affairs.) Arthur knows this quite well, given his own adoption of familial duties for Abigail when John abandoned her.

Arthur doesn't just blandly "accept" Charles, oh no. He is actively, unignorably delighted by Charles's sexual expression and the way it undermines the prudishness and aggressive sanitation that is the Christofascist American society law and order has long enshrined. When Arthur realizes the scandal Charles has caused and why, he quickly erupts into bemused, open, genuine laughter for one of the precious few times in the entire game. He's not laughing at Charles; he's laughing at the chaos around him, at how easily Charles used his art to crumble the veneer of respectability (shocking wives with more than a few saucy nudes of their husbands in the process). As he laughs in glee, he immediately jumps to Charles's defense to protect him from the backlash of his rebellion against social mores.

And when Arthur encounters Charles while he's disguised in the infamous dress? Not a second of condemnation or disgust, not one. Just innocent, earnest confusion -- "why are you dressed like that?" -- and once he understands what's going on, Arthur never mentions it again. He rushes Charles a little when Charles stops to flirt with some sailors, but he doesn't do so because he's scandalized; he wants to get Charles to safety and would rather avoid a fight. When Charles cheekily seduces a disrespectful man who attempts to solicit him for sex, sending the guy stumbling away in surprise, Arthur laughs again. And again: not at Charles, no, but at how easily Charles scandalizes and shocks and undermines just by being his outrageous self. He has fun with Charles, not at Charles's expense; they laugh together at how easy it is to crack the oppressively straitlaced "civilized" world that cannot face its own debauchery, deviance, and desire, and how that world flounders instantly without its security blanket of sameness.

Arthur depicts Charles relatively favorably in his journal. Charles gets multiple sketches and I think the one of his dress is quite flattering in pose and effort. Arthur also muses hopefully that maybe he'll run into him again in the South Pacific.

And personally? I think Arthur is an incredibly good sport about being the recipient of an extremely dramatic and extremely public gay kiss. He's flustered, sure, but it's clear from his quick recovery it's not because he's been emasculated or because he's repulsed; it's because Charles crossed a personal line. Perhaps a line that has something to do with the fact Arthur literally doesn't kiss anybody else in the entire fucking 200-hour game (!) and quite probably for many years before it, too.

I wish r* had done a better job of framing these quests so that we too were asked to laugh with Charles and Arthur and not at Charles. As it is, I feel as if I'm watching these two characters share a moment of impish and warmhearted joy, a celebration of hell-raising and sexual freedom antics at the expense of puritans... and meanwhile, the cutscene staging is asking me to laugh at a bad makeup job and hairy French man boobs. Alas, the cinematic team was just not in on the real joke.

But Arthur was. And for a character whose physical design is in many ways rugged masculinity on horse steroids & cocaine, I think that's pretty damn grand.

[apenitentialprayer]

I feel like a bad Christian sometimes because I'm cowardly and fear experiencing things like persecution and martyrdom. I hear of Christians both in the past and the present being excited or feeling spiritually ready for those things, but despite growing up in a Christian home and taking my faith seriously, I'm still scared of that sort of thing. I even feel strong secondhand anxiety when I see people preaching the gospel in the streets, for example, anticipating how people will react.

Gonna share a secret with you; no one is spiritually ready for martyrdom. The people who say that they are and then turn around and get angry at people who mock them are certainly not spiritually ready for martyrdom. The conviction to want to be martyred rather than betray God is a good impulse; but very few people are "ready" for that kind of thing.

And that's fine, because if you're ever in that situation, you're not going to be alone: "[At my martyrdom] there will be Another in me who will suffer for me, because I am about to suffer for Him," as Saint Felicity said. You will be helped, if you want to be helped.

But chances are you’ll never really need to worry about that, anyway. I think it’s best not to worry too much about that kind of thing, you know? As for mockery and the like, well, that might be something that will be faced. And it’s okay to be anxious about embarrassment. I used to be worried about that, too. When I first started taking my faitth more seriously, I’d make a point of posting about it when I knew most mutuals would be offline. But... well, that was silly. And not just because it was about faith; there comes a point where you have to decide whether or not the (most often imagined) reactions of people you really only barely know is really going to be what makes us limit our self-expression. We have a fear of being cringey, or causing negative reactions, or becoming the butt of jokes from observers... but (1) I think that happens much less often than we think, and (2) well, maybe that’s not the worst thing anyway, is it? I’m not saying that we should be purposely be making people uncomfortable. But putting ourselves in a position where we ourselves are a little uncomfortable could be rewarding. We may find that people are more amenable than we think. And, if the worst really does happen.... well, that gives us an opportunity to love like Jesus loves. If we want to.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

In Our Bedroom After The War

[Broadway Kids]

Prompt: “Fuck what they think. I respect you and if they don’t, I’ll break their knees.”

Word count: 2944

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Tommy can’t quite remember when Carrie stopped speaking. Some people said it was in the third grade after she brought that Bible to school and started praying in the middle of lunch, others said after the Christian Youth Camp incident and she swallowed so much water that she “permanently clogged her vocal cords” or something stupid. Whatever happened, something had made Carrie White go silent, and she’s been a target of mockery since.

Deaf and dumb. That’s what the other kids liked to call her. But she isn’t deaf, Tommy knows, because she always reacts to what is said about her with great offense and pain, and she certainly isn’t dumb because Tommy has seen her grades when her report cards are stolen and passed around by bullies. She’s a smart girl, very smart. If anything, he was the dumb one, because the amount of times he’s almost given away their little get-togethers was unbelievable.

It started a month into the school year, he believed. He went into senior year, while Carrie just started high school. He can’t quite remember what caused them to start meeting up in the hidden bathroom under the staircase in the C hall stair well, and he’ll admit that he had never imagined himself hanging out with the city’s resident freak and actually enjoy it, but he would seriously miss their reclusive meetings every Friday after school if they were to ever stop.

Today in particular was very special. 1) because he was finally going to try and teach Carrie about video games (she was fourteen! she should at least know the basics like Pokemon and Mario!) and 2) he had noticed that Carrie seemed a little off the past week and he wanted to ask her about it.

When you saw someone like Carrie White, you would assume that she was constantly in a state of anxiety and depression, but Tommy has learned to pick up on little ticks she does over time. Like how lately, she’s been tugging on her hair and biting her knuckles more often, something she only does if something is really bothering her. Because of their social status in the high school hierarchy, he was never able to ask her if she was alright, so non verbal forms of communication would have to do until their weekly meetup.

There’s the way he tried to avoid letting her out of sight, and if it isn’t that, then it's the way they move around each other in natural synchronicity in the hallway, like celestial bodies that have been caught in orbit for millennia. It's the way he makes excuses to walk alone to class just to make sure she doesn’t get any trouble on the way to her own. It's the silent conversations, an inquisitive look (“You okay?”) answered by a minute nod (“All good.”). It’s everything he wishes he had done for her before his final year of high school.

He tried not to think about it. Tried not to think about how Carrie would soon be all alone again after he graduates. Tried not to think about what would happen to her when he isn’t there as her silent guardian. Tried not to think about how sad he would be without seeing her every day anymore.

Tommy slipped inside the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible to avoid alerting anyone who may have been lurking around, and turned to face the rest of the space. Carrie is sitting at the sink counter on one of two stools Tommy had smuggled in there for them. She turned her head to look at him sideways, but she’s still got her nose buried in a sketchbook, which she still hasn't let him look at. He wondered what she's drawing. Maybe it's a treasure map. Or a secret code. Or that deer they saw earlier. Or him.

  “The party has arrived!” Tommy has announced, his voice rebounding loudly off of the silent bathroom walls. He dropped his backpack on the floor, unlike Carrie had done, as hers was hung up on one of the hooks on the wall.

Carrie finally put her pencil down and swiveled around completely in her stool to smile at him. She doesn’t show any teeth with her grin, and it’s slightly wry, but it’s a smile nonetheless and Tommy is honored to get such a thing from her. He examined her quickly, luckily finding no new wounds from bullying, then crossed over. She hastily closed her sketchbook.

  “One day,” He said. “One day I will see your masterpiece.”

Carrie gave him an apologetic look, her smile becoming a little more tight. She grabbed a nearby whiteboard to write on, but stopped when Tommy waved a hand.

  “No, no,” He said. “No need for that! I’ve been doing really well in my ASL class- you can sign to me!”

Carrie looked skeptical, but Tommy doesn’t miss the flash of excitement in her warm honey eyes. It’s not often that someone understands her when she uses sign language.

  “Come on, I’m smarter than I look! Don’t doubt my abilities to learn a new language!”

Carrie nodded. She held up her hands, shaking down the frayed sleeves of her shirt, and began to sign.

  “What (something) we (something) today?”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t AS fluent as he thought, but Carrie looked so much more comfortable being able to sign! He could just use his context clues!

  “Something very fun!” Tommy assured her. He took out his phone and turned on a playlist that they’ve been progressively adding more and more songs to (with Carrie having to write hers down and give the list to him, seeing as she didn’t own any electronics). You can tell who added what like this: if it’s Christian related or something grungy-chill, Carrie probably added it; if it has folk music vibes and/or a lot of acoustic guitars, it was probably Tommy, surprisingly enough; if it just generally sounds like it’s ripped from an indie movie, it’s kind of a toss up.

He took out the Nintendo Switch he got last Christmas next and set it up on the sink counter. Carrie tilted her head at it as if it were a peculiar flower that had just sprouted out of the porcelain countertop. 

  “Ever played before?” Tommy asked, although he already knew the answer.

  “No. (something) I’ve seen (something) (something).”

  “You’ve seen it before?” Tommy repeated, guessing just by the way Carrie had pointed to her eyes.

Carrie nodded.

  “Well, now you get to play it!” Tommy beamed at her and she smiled back, but it seems a little forced. Something is definitely on her mind- he’ll have to ask once she’s a little more relaxed. “Hmm… How about Minecraft?”

  “M-I-N-E-C-R-A-F-T. I’ve heard (something) (something).”

  “It’s fun!” Tommy assured her, selecting the game. “Trust me, you’ll like it.” He put the controllers in her hands and she rubs her thumbs over the rubber protectors. “So the main goal is surviving,” He went on. “There's a lot of objectives actually, but surviving is always the first one. Once you get used to it, you can play in Survival mode and start making a good base and start getting tools and armor and stuff, then you can move on to other objectives. But for now you can just play in Creative. What should we name the world?”

Carrie thought for a few moments, and Tommy could practically see all the random names cycling through her brain. After a moment, she signed, “(something)”

Tommy blinked.

  “One more time.”

  “(something)”

  “Can you fingerspell it, please?”

  “V-E-N-U-S.”

  “Oh! Venus! We haven’t learned planets yet.” Tommy said. “Wait- Venus?”

  “V-E-N-U-S (something) (something) (something) cool place (something) live.”

Tommy laughed. “Can’t argue with that logic!” He helped Carrie type in the name and clicked through a couple of other settings before hitting “create world”. Within a few moments the world was up and running. Carrie’s character was off in no time, exploring the blocky landscape and sifting through her colorful inventory, although her movements were sporadic and jerky since it was her first time playing.

Decorating the base was by far Carrie’s favorite part. There were so many different flowers for the outside and wood types for flooring and even COLORED glass. The only thing that would make it better was if you could have animals and OH MY GOODNESS YOU COULD HAVE ANIMALS!!!!!!!!

For a moment, Tommy debated just leaving Carrie there and allowing her to design the base and play around however she wanted, but he couldn't. He was so worried that someone may waltz in and see her in the boy’s bathroom and then do something to her. Carrie being nearly drowned in one of the toilets, Carrie getting her head smashed against the sink counter, Carrie being raped, Carrie getting beaten into a bloody pulp- so many horrible scenarios forced their way into his head. Carrie getting her throat slit, Carrie getting her body stuffed in the air vent, Carrie getting sodomized with a mop stick.

Why? Why were kids so cruel to her? Why couldn’t Tommy protect her from everything? Why does he know he can’t?

There was a soft touch on his hand and he jolted out of his thoughts. Carrie flinched away, too, then signed something he couldn’t understand, but knew she was asking if he was okay by the pinched expression on her face.

  “I’m okay,” He assured her. “Just thinking.”

She made the gesture of “what” and tilted her head. Then she pointed to herself.

About me?

  “Yeah,” Tommy admitted.

That made Carrie’s nose scrunch up in a giggle.

  “Don’t (something) S-U-E know.”

  “If you think that I would cheat on my girlfriend with a fish, then you are very much wrong.” Tommy said. “What about you? What’s been on your mind?”

Carrie put the Switch controllers down and shrugged her shoulders. She began to play with the cuff of her sleeve, not really making eye contact anymore.

  “Come on,” Tommy urged. “You can tell me!”

  “People,” Carrie signed vaguely.

  “People?” Tommy echoed. “People being rude to you?”

Carrie shrugged again, and it was clear she didn’t really want to talk about this anymore, nor did she seem to be in a mood to continue playing. Tommy packed up the Nintendo Switch and paused their shared playlist. He gave Carrie her backpack and they started to walk out of the school in mutual silence.

  “Sorry,” Tommy said as they neared the parking lot. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Carrie shook her head, then signed, “You didn’t. Don’t worry.”

  “Yeah, but-”

  “Well if it isn’t praying Carrie!”

Carrie went rigid, like she had been struck by lightning. She stopped mid-step and didn’t move as a group of seniors trot over, their faces alight with mischief and cruelty.

  “Ross!” One of them called. “What are you doing with this freak?”

  “Is she holding you hostage?” Another guessed, casting a look at Carrie.

  “I bet she’s leading him out to his car to force him to let her ride him.” A third said. The group howled with diseased laughter at that. Tommy is appalled. Carrie looked ill. “Is that it, church girl? The need for sex has finally broken into you and you’re ready to sin?”

  “Back off!” Tommy growled, shoving the boy away. He put himself between him and Carrie, becoming a barricade of sorts. “Leave her alone.”

  “I wonder how loud she’ll moan,” A fourth member of the group mused.

  “Can she even moan?” The second wondered out loud.

  “If you plowed into her hard enough I bet she’ll make some sort of sound.” The first said.

Carrie darted left and sprinted for the nearby line of trees edging the campus. Tommy glared at the group of seniors, then followed, concerned. 

The darkness of the forest quickly closes around them. Carrie is fast on her feet, but Tommy was an athlete and he caught up quickly. He snagged the back of her jacket in a loose grip. They stumbled together over uneven ground and exposed tree roots until Carrie collapsed in a hollow between two moss-covered rocks. Tommy slotted himself in front of her so that she’s shielded from all sides- the rocks and Tommy forming a barrier from the world.

He said nothing. He listened to the girl’s gasping breaths and knew that it’s nothing that words can cure- not anymore. Not after years of having no one, being stabbed in the back and spoon fed lies. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the rustling of oak leaves, the distant calls of birds, the persistent harmony of crickets.

He wondered what Carrie used to ground herself.

He wondered if she grounded herself at all.

Slowly, softly, Carrie calmed to some degree. It comes faster than Tommy expected, but he assumed that’s just because she’s grown used to the treatment she gets. She shifted, wiggling her shoes beneath Tommy’s thigh. Tommy doesn’t shift. He won’t leave until she does.

  “It’s okay,” He finally whispered. “I’m here. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Carrie whimpered and made a sloppy gesture- Why?

  “Because I care about you.” Tommy said. “Fuck what they think. I respect you and if they don’t, I’ll break their knees.”

He wanted to make her laugh or smile or at least stop crying, but Carrie just whimpered again. She swiveled around to face him, eyes flashing with tears. 

  “Why?” She signed again, sniffling miserably.

  “We’re friends.” Tommy told her. “You know that, don’t you?” The look he got said that she didn’t believe it. “Come on. Tell me some things you know about me. You’d be surprised how well you know me.”

Carrie hesitated, then began to sign, “Your name is Tommy Ross.” She winced at how bland it was, but Tommy only nodded, brushing a bit of his dark brown hair out of his eyes. Carrie’s face scrunched up like she’s memorizing her timestaple in front of him, struggling to bring that gridded mess of numbers to mind. 

  “You’re the tallest (something) (something) everyone (something) your team,” She continued. The sky overhead is eye-wateringly blue, with crisply white cotton clouds scudding along the horizon. A light breeze shakes the leaves of a nearby oak tree that has the initials of some high school sweethearts carved into the base of its trunk. They’re a little crooked from where someone’s hand had slipped, the flat of a switchblade arcing a little too close to the bark, and making a J thicker, almost a U when you looked at it dead on. 

  “That’s right,” Tommy said. He knows his role here is only background noise. That’s his job, whether Carrie knows it or not, and he’s more than happy to fulfill it. He doesn’t mind being subject to the scrutiny of befriending ol’ praying Carrie because of it. Not if it’s what she needs to feel better.

  “Your eyes (something) like a (something) green-brown, (something) (something) like slimy algae. You always have (something) stupid red sports jacket on. Your sneakers (something) (something) white, once upon a time.” She managed to tease him, uttering out a tiny giggle.

  “What can I say, Carrie, I’m a filthy gremlin, like all boys are-” He joked, and she swatted him lightly on the arm. She bit back a laugh, and Tommy wished that she wouldn’t- Carrie tips her head back when she laughs, unabashed and on the edge of hysterical, giggling and snorting, shoulders shaking with mirth until she’s brought her gaze back down again, cheeks flushed from the exertion of being host to that much joy despite everything that she’s been through. No one holds the weight of trauma and mistreatment as heavily on their shoulders as Carrie White does- Carrieta, the library to all of those scattered instances of would-be’s-could-be’s-shouldn’t-be’s. And still, there is a smidge joy. It’s beautiful. He thought that she’s most beautiful when she’s laughing (don’t tell Sue, and if you do, make sure you let her know it’s completely platonic. but just don’t tell her at all).

  “You have, like, (something) favorite red shirt, with a light brown hood on it. And S-U-E thinks it’s hideous.” Carrie continued. She’s tapping her foot against his leg, a gentle soothing gesture, and he lets her. He knew that it’s more for herself than him.

  “You have a golden ring (something) onto a necklace.” Carrie signed. “But you don’t wear it (something) you think it (something) you look silly. But it’s really pretty.” Pause, and when she signed again, it wasn't about the necklace anymore. “It’s (something) (something) like having a sibling.” Pause. Carrie looked up at him with glittering eyes. “You’re Tommy Ross.”

The weight that she placed on his name makes his heart stutter, catching in his chest- the warmth that he felt towards her is almost unbearable, and he found himself grinning, mouth gone crooked in the gesture.

  “I’m Tommy Ross, that’s right,” He repeated to her, as if they’re introducing themselves at some shitty college icebreaker. “And I’m not going anywhere, Carrie.” He went on, a touch of urgency in his voice- and she smiles, eyes closing, though hers are more reserved than his, somehow. There’s a tear bright in the corner of her right eye, and it traced a thin path down her face. More come. They pool at her chin, dripping off of her face, and soaking into the softness of the earth. His chest ached.

  “And you’re not going anywhere,” She whispered, voice hitching a little halfway through. He swiped a thumb over her cheek, flicked the tear off into the green grass behind them. 

  “I’m not,” He promised. “I’m not leaving you, Carrie.” And his voice had gone soft, her name cradled gently in his mouth, like he’s afraid of breaking something precious.

[tessatechaitea]

Justice Society of America #8

Oh no! Hate! It must be stopped!

That caption sounded sarcastic, didn't it? It sort of sounds like a centrist arguing against somebody saying something that nobody should be on the other side of. "Of course Black Lives Matter! Nobody is saying they don't! Why even bother bringing it up?! You're just causing trouble!" is the kind of thing that has made me hate people who identify as "non-political" or "centrist" or "libertarian" or "Proud Husband. Father. Christian." Nobody needs to hear from you if the only thing you have to say is that nobody needs to be fighting for the things they need to be fighting for! "If it's already a crime, why do we need more stringent laws for punishing crimes motivated by hate. Aren't all criminal acts hateful?" says the person ignoring reality for their own selfish interests of which I can't even begin to guess. Enough about people who have chosen to be non-people. Let's discuss a comic book from 1993 that probably takes a stronger stance against fascism than a frightening large number of Americans today.

This advert on the inside front cover would be better if the picture over "very rare" was a cow. I mean, it wouldn't work for baseball cards but I would like it better.

I think the best part about actually living in a world where superheroes are real is that day in 5th Grade when Hawkman and Hawkwoman visit your class to talk about Egyptian archaeology. The issue begins by catching up with Hawkman and Hawkwoman as they continue their quest to steal Egyptian cultural artifacts. You have to give them a pass on this though! In 1993, people just believed archaeology was a thrilling way to bring treasures into museums for everybody to share! It's not like we had hundreds of years to reflect on how terrible this practice was. You have to do some cultural math by subtracting the number of years Western culture believed whatever it did was right and just from, I don't, negative 100? Do you think we'll have learned some humbleness and respect in one hundred years? Most kids who grew up in the 70s wanted to be boring ass truck drivers but by the 80s, thanks to Indiana Jones, they wanted to be boring ass archaeologists. Kids aren't the greatest at determining what a fun adult job might be. Did you know there are people who get angry at the supposition that digging up and taking cultural artifacts and treasures from other countries to bring back to your own might be theft? Generally they're the same type of people who believe that all advances to civilization were brought about by white culture. They hold this opinion through absolutely no evidence at all. How do I know they don't have any evidence? Because if they looked for evidence, they'd wind up reading history and realize their claim was too ludicrous to continue defending.

You might think Hawkgirl is commenting on the gigantic sarcophagus the native archaeologists are opening but I know she's making an innuendo about Hawkman's cock because she's doing that thing with her hat where she lifts it up and down and waggles her eyebrows.

It's not really much of a joke though because nobody expects Hawkman's penis to be as large as a fifty foot long sarcophagus. I mean, I'm sure it's big but it's not going to be unwieldy! It's probably almost exactly the same size and shape as his mace. Interlude: here are some Facebook posts I made on several different July 26thes because I guess I think of it as a holiday to entertain my future self every July 26th? Whatever the case, I love Past Me more than Future Me and possibly even more than Present Me. Because of the Hays Code, Alfred Fatcock had to change his name to keep making films. How patriotic would you consider a person who got a flag pregnant? War Games is my favorite movie because it taught me that trying is pointless. The first item on my bucket list is to buy a bucket. End of Interlude. Can you tell I'm stalling because maybe eight issues of this comic book was too much? Here's an adult riddle: What's twenty-five feet long, wrapped in bandages, and has an eye in the middle of its head?

This guy's penis!

I don't recognize the guy with three eyes but I'm sure he's some immortal wizard named Amn Thoth or something. While the Carters discover ancient mummy curses, Johnny Quick tries to convince Rex that his hour of strength doesn't come from a drug at all but deep inside him. He doesn't need to pop pills to be a superhero; he just needs to balance his chakras and figure out his mantra. Then he'll tap into some deep spiritual part of himself that is probably just a meta(l)gene and whammo! Hourman is back and straight edge! But Rex doesn't buy it. Especially since learning his mantra isn't going to cure his son's cancer (which he got from taking Miraclo). Also in the hospital is Wesley Dodd who is doing therapy to recover from his stroke. Plus his friend Bishop Tumutuu who was some guy who fought against Apartheid. And because the Bishop is in the hospital, the white supremacists are gathering outside to not wish him well.

Shouldn't they hear what they have to say and debate them to better strengthen their own side of the argument on why all people should have equal opportunity with all rights and freedoms promised by this country?

I'm absolutely for freedom of all speech. But the problem that the American media and a lot of people on the Internet have fallen into is the idea that all speech needs to be discussed and debated equally. That's the whole "freedom of speech" trap. Whenever somebody on Twitter wants to debate some terrible topic that nearly all kind and forward thinking people realize is a monstrous and terrible idea and you simply mock them for their terrible beliefs or tell them to shut up, they think you're clamping down on their free speech. No, sir. You were able to say the stupid thing you wanted to say. What you actually want is for a Constitutional Amendment that forces me tor respect what you said and debate it as if the matter has yet to be resolved. The media does this all the time by allowing both sides of an opinion to debate which only legitimizes the side with the terrible take. Sure, we should allow racists to go on CNN and declare their stance on race relations. But the people on the other side shouldn't be debating that topic with them. They should just laugh at them and point and tell them how terrible they are. Maybe get some of that slime from You Can't Do That on Television for rebuttals. Freedom of speech needs way more mockery and far less debate if it's going to recover. Hourman responds to the white supremacists with a "None of my business!" because he's a terrible centrist who believes that if the status quo isn't making his life rough, why rock the boat? Also his son is dying of cancer so maybe he's a bit distracted. I shouldn't be so hard on him when he's wracked with the guilt of probably killing his son with his drugs. The white supremacists begin making trouble so it's time for the JSA to put an end to hate! Or will hate win out? I mean, this comic book was written in 1993 and I don't feel like hate has backed down.

Sure, he's against metahumans now. But just wait until one of them decides to wear on of those stupid hats and silly robes!

Watching the speedsters begin to get pummeled by the huge mass of white supremacists, Hourman accidentally balances his chakras! He's suddenly powerful without the drugs or the black lights or the Doctor Fate deep muscle massages! Now if he can convince his son that the power of Miraclo has been inside him all along, his son will have the strength to battle the cancer! Why did I use an exclamation point on that previous sentence when I don't really fucking care about Rex Tyler and his son! Hourman crashes out of the hospital window to save Johnny Quick. He lets Jesse do her own thing because he's heard about women's lib and also she's not an old man whose powers have significantly dwindled over time.

My adrenal gland just got bigger too!

In the end, the Bishop is saved and even Wesley Dodd joins the fight! Or he just absentmindedly shot off his sandman gun and coincidentally put the Bishop's assassin to sleep. It's hard to tell since he's still suffering from his retirement party stroke. The issue ends with Green Lantern surfing the television when he comes upon Carter Hall's interview program where he's interviewing the mummy they dug up, a man named Edmund Kulak. Since Green Lantern recognizes him, I guess he's one of the JSA's foes. According to the Who's Who, Kulak can use his third eye to cause everybody on Earth to hate each other. I guess that's why the white supremacists were acting up (and also wearing eyes on their hats and robes). Having a magical reason for racism is always a better comic book story than acknowledging a lot of people are racist of their own free will. Imagine all the angry letters that the pre-Comicsgate generation would have had to write in! "I'm not racist but I don't think you should portray all white people as racist because that is racist! Logic for the win!" That might seem like I created a 1993 Strawman but have you read the letters reacting to the Tales of the Teen Titans Spotlight on Starfire about Apartheid? My pretend letter was practically verbatim of one or two of the letters Mike Gold had to respond to on that series! Justice Society of America #8 Rating: B-. I think I've read enough old stories about old people fighting immortals. The whole mortality angle is really bringing me down!

[soft-boy-stefan]

Sins of a Priest (Part 2) [a poly readerXShawn MendesXCamila fic]

Warning: priest, demons, poly relationship, sex dreams, hints to sex, swearing, daddy kink, spanking

a/n: if you don’t like anything above in the warnings or Camila, don’t read it. I don’t want any hate. Also, I do not know if Camila and Shawn are together, this is purely bisexual fanfic because I’m a slut for the both of them. Have fun reading! Feedback appreciated!

Part 1

Shawn was hoping that last night in the church was a dream. Two beautiful people were just in his head, not demons, right? Demons couldn’t be in a church, that’s what he kept telling himself.

Humming softly, Shawn opens his hazel eyes slowly, the warm plush mattress shifting underneath his large body. He needed a good nights sleep. With a little yawn, the curly haired man goes to sit up, stopping when he feels weighed down.

He blinks his eyes into focus, narrowing in on a mop of dark brown hair on one of his sides and a Y/H/C on his other. Shawn’s mouth goes dry at the realization that last night really did happen. After all, he didn’t drink that much, so he definitely isn’t hung over.

You shift on his chest, rubbing your eyes as he stares at you. “Good morning, handsome.” You smirk, rubbing his chest hair.

A cute little yawn comes from Camila when she looks at him, smiling tiredly. “Are you ready for our threesome yet?” She hums in a sleepy way.

Shawn’s normally pink cheeks turn a red color, making you chuckle, playing with his chest hair with Camila. “I-I need to get to the church, I-I have a service in two hours.” He makes the excuse as he sits up, looking at the clock. Technically, he isn’t making it up.

Camila gets up, watching him head to the bathroom. “We’ll go with you!” She beams. “Unless you’re up for a quickie-“

“In the shower?” You finish her sentence, smirking and leaning on the doorframe, playing with her long hair.

His honey colored eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, no, we are not doing either of those things!” Shawn says sternly, gripping the door. “I am going to shower alone and go to church ALONE.” He slams the door, stripping and climbing into the shower.

You hum softly, changing into a white see through dress, covering your breasts and private area with thick fabric with a snap of your fingers. You make a pair of matching earrings and heels appear on you. “Now you!”

Camila giggles, snapping her fingers and changing into a tight yellow leather dress with heels. “And our rings.” She makes wedding rings appear on your finger and hers as you both go wait in Shawn’s Jeep.

After a few minutes, Shawn pulls on his black and white suit, putting a little gel in his curls. He hums when he sees you’re both gone, hurrying to his car. Climbing in, Shawn frowns, rubbing his head.

“What are you two doing in my car?” Shawn sighs, starting the engine and driving.

You hum softly. “Well, we can’t leave you. We need to have sex.” You purr as Camila nods.

Shawn shakes his head, pulling into the church’s parking lot. “Just sit down and no funny business.” He parks, climbing out.

Camila giggles, grabbing one of his hands as you grab the other. Shawn bites his lip, blushing and walking into the church with the both of you. God, the church is gonna talk, he thinks to himself.

And sure enough, he’s right. A middle aged woman, Pam, comes up with her eyes wide. “Father Shawn, who are these girls?”

“We’re his wives.” Camila purrs, smirking. “I’m Camila.”

Shawn’s eyes widen, staring at the two rings on both of his hands. Shit. “I’m Y/N.” You smirk.

The woman gasps. “You have two wives?!” She looks up at him.

Shawn needs to think fast. “Yes.” He blurts out, figuring it would be better than the truth. “These are my wives. I was keeping them a secret, since I knew the church would gossip. But they wanted to come today, so… a-and god says love thy neighbor!”

Camila and you giggle, keeping up with him as he drags you both towards the alter. A huff leaves Shawn’s lips. “Sit here.” He sits both of you in one of the pews in the front. “I have to go set up.”

“Okay, daddy.” You purr just as he starts walking away.

Camila smirks when Shawn stops, turning on his heel. “Yes, daddy?”

Shawn squats down in front of you both, his jaw set. “Listen here, I am sick and tired of these games you’re playing. It’s not sexy, it’s not funny, it’s aggravating. If you even want me to consider your threesome, you’ll behave like nice Christian girls so I don’t have another problem on my hands. Do you understand me?” He growls lowly.

You hum, looking at his pants. “If it’s not sexy, then why are you hard?” You ask, smirking. Camila giggles, raising an eyebrow at him.

Shawn growls, making sure nobody’s watching before gripping your jaw in one hand and Camila’s jaw in the other. “Don’t test my patience. You will sit here for the entire service and not make a sound, understand?”

Camila nods, kissing his lips and catching him off guard. “Yes, daddy.”

You kiss him right after her. “Okay, daddy.”

Huffing and fixing his suit jacket, Shawn stands up, heading onto the small stage. “Good morning, everyone.” He starts, putting on a smile and beginning the service.

Camila licks her lip, deciding to tease him. You smirk, watching her rub herself through her panties, spreading her legs wide enough for him to see. With a quiet hum, you discretely cup your breasts, squeezing and rubbing them to make your nipples hard. Camila gasps softly, catching his attention.

His hazel eyes flick over, seeing the both of you playing with yourselves and he loses it. That is certainly not what good girls do. Shawn’s voice wavers slightly during the service and he avoids looking at you again, keeping the podium in front of his lower area, his hands curled into fists at the sides.

When the service comes to an end after nearly two hours, enough for you and Camila to cum discretely multiple times, only having him hear and see. To everyone else, the two of you looked like saints. The magic of being a demon.

Shawn dismisses everyone, talking to a few people afterwards as you and Camila go to hold his hands. Instead of holding hands, Shawn wraps both of his arms around yours and Camila’s waist, holding you to his sides. You smirk at Camila, winking at her. He’s falling into the trap perfectly.

“Excuse me, I have to take care of something in my office.” Shawn flashes his charming smile.

“You have such beautiful wives!” A younger woman beams. “Why haven’t you ever brought them before? You two are the sweetest!”

Shawn furrows his eyebrows, blinking and blushing. “Oh, Shawnie boy, here, didn’t know how people would react. But we were tired of hiding.” Camila hums, laying on his chest.

You nod in agreement, laying your head next to hers.

Shawn drags you both towards his office, going inside and slamming the door behind him. “What the hel-heck was that?” He fumes as you and Camila giggle. “I’m not laughing.” He growls.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, daddy.” You tease.

Shawn’s face turns bright red. “You made a mockery of my whole congregation! You were touching yourselves during prayer! You-you!” He fumes, huffing.

“We know you liked it. You were hard.” Camila shrugs. You hum, nodding in agreement.

That does it. Shawn finally snaps. Clearing his desk with one quick swoop of his arm, Shawn bends you and Camila over his desk, ass’s up. “That’s enough!” He roars. “You have been thorns in my sides for two days and I’m tired of it! You want sex?”

Camila groans softly. “Yes! Yes, daddy!”

“Fuck, daddy, yes!” You moan.

Shawn smacks your ass and then Camila’s. “Then earn it.” He growls loudly. Both of you moan quietly. Shawn stops, backing up and straightening his suit, blushing brightly. “I… wow. Um, I’m sorry. I don’t know…” he swallows nervously.

You giggle, looking up at him with lust filled with eyes. “I knew you were kinky!”

Camila grins, poking your cheek. “I guess I owe you five souls.” She hums softly.

Rubbing his temples, Shawn sighs softly, looking at the two of you. He can’t deny that you’re beautiful. He surely is not falling in love with you both. No. “Are you two hungry?” Shawn asks, his stomach growling.

You pucker your lips. “It’s our first time being in the real world… so we’ve never eaten.”

“Let’s do it!” Camila beams, dark brown hair fluttering around.

He will never admit it, but Shawn’s heart clenches when you and Camila smile. Swallowing, he helps you up. “Come on, I’ll take you to my favorite restaurant.” Shawn grins, wrapping his arms around yours and Camila’s waists. Maybe he’ll hold off on the sex just a little longer.

[absolutcoca]

I didn't like the first episode of the second season of ODAAT and that’s why

I'm engaging through a very tricky battle right now and ready to get all the hate you guys have to give me but first let me explain.

“The turn”

That's its name. I suppose it was meant to strike us, to makes us want to watch the next episode and as always, feel appalled but also relieved that what was weighing upon us had finally words put on it.

This episode is principally talking about racism and the way we react to it, which, in this regard, makes a very accurate analysis. Indeed, I am very thankful for it to exist, because it does depict our society and the different characters that live in it, in a quite faithful way. 

 Though, ODAAT is not only a slice-of-life show, it is also a “teaching” show, that makes us realise the way we could or should live in a healthy family, in this society. It is not only a show to laugh at, this is a true “bildungsroman”, but in the Friends format. 

So, what is bothering me?

you don’t care? too bad for you my opinion is very important

I was surprised, in this episode, being annoyed by the way Schneider was considered and also by the moral of this story overall.

What a cool reaction, Elena. Showing your support and amazement about him taking interest in your culture. (yeah she gets a bit on my nerves) [...]

(bilingual. he’s dumb and knows it)

(and she can’t take a joke)

[...]

same, buddy.

Schneider, that weirdo with the sad rich syndrome, who somehow is welcomed in this Cuban-American family, happens to know spanish better than Elena, the daughter. He’s proud of himself (and so I am) and the waiter is happy to speak Spanish with a fellow bilingual. He says he’s bi, and she gets offended. Nothing was dangerous or insulting out there, chill girl. Anyway, regular Elena stuff.

it IS. IT FUCKING IS

Schneider tries so fucking hard. Like, he didn’t have any sense of what a family is for real other than the fact he was covered in gold. Being poor is an ocean of pain, but you know how the saying goes, money and situation can’t fulfill you as a person, and thus, he found fulfillment in this family.

So, he’s learning everything. He wish he hadn’t naively said that racism couldn’t exist in LA, because as a white person that has no problem with difference, who would even fight for it, he tends to forget racism exists.

Okay so now the whole “white” thing. 

Stereotypes are for everyone, some suffer truly from it, some not, and this is determined by the fact you were born looking like settlers (or being their descendants) or looking like who was persecuted by settlers (or, being their descendants). Now we all agree, violences are, in this western world, perpetrated by those who look like settlers, against those who look like those who were persecuted by settlers. Long story short, you get me, white people against whoever is not a white, christian, cis, straight, blabla, you know the drill.

This was taken as a joke, because come on Schneider, are you really living hell corresponding to all of the societal criterias? Of course not. But what I don’t understand is that tendency to reverse, just as grudge would, the effects of racism against POC. This “them and us” tendency, when Schneider here only tries to show empathy, to be part of the fight. He’s kind of not considered as an “ally” as you say out there, and that’s a problem.

I mean, Penelope is just being salty like. “I don’t know where these stereotypes come from”, when the episode begins with a proud:

which is so fucking cliché! and so fucking fine!!! because they KNOW they’re being stereotypical, and it hurts no one, they are being happy and proud about it. But get me: all stereotypes have some kind of basis. The real problem comes when those sterotypes are changed into weapons. Very easy to hurt when it touches the heart, very easy to make you feel not at home. 

It’s kind of reccurrent in the show that Schneider, trying to show his support, is being silently shut down, because of his priviledged situation. Yeah no, he can’t relate, but he tries, at his level, and maybe what he feels is not the same kind of pain, but you have no right to invalidate it.

Generally speaking, the dirty looks/talk to the most privileged ones arise, meaning: “you don’t welcome us, we’re not acknowledging you either”. Basically, doing the exact same shit the persecutors did/do, assuming that if they look like persecutors, they probably are, when people could actually want to USE their privilege to help fighting for equality rights.

Any ways, it’s kind of not okay reducing someone to their skin colour, building a whole mockery list out of it and invalidating them showing support. Reducing someone to some of their aspects is literal discrimination (not discrimination as in the big word including persecutions, okay? the literal definition.). Even if it’s white.

out of context but well fucking said.

But actually all of this is me just being petty. The true problem comes with the end of the episode.

Some random guy asking them to keep quiet inside an icecream shop, really unpredictable when they are basically screaming.

Then Penelope decides that she’s not happy someone said fiesta/asked them to shut it down a bit.

...aaaand that’s beside the point.

He never said they didn’t have the right to be here, and being the owner or not doesn’t change the fact they aren’t allowed to have whatever attitude they want to have in a public space. That could have come from a latinx/poc! So he just reiterates:

[...]

He admitted it wasn’t a smart move. But then she’s insisting on the bad clichés when he said nothing but fiesta. I’m sorry but this “Arriba!” thing makes her pass off as a crazy latina lady. It was particularly unnecessary. 

And, they were actually throwing kind of a party so what. He’s not telling them to get out of here and he didn’t attacked them “other than” using a spanish word when they were clearly screaming spanish words in an opened-to-public ice cream shop. I would have done the same. Anyone would have.

and thats when I made the same fucking face. He didn’t stereotype anyone for God’s sake.

Still making the same face like lmao. You get the right to be a “little racist” but when they come saying something NOT racist, like, “fiesta” to a bunch of spanish screaming people, you lose your shit? Not only it’s not credible at all, she’s also making a fool of herself by throwing a fit to someone asking them to tone down in a public space. One person's freedom ends where another's begins. This attitude was welcomed in a sports event, just as in the beginning, but not in a café which is natural.

And so, no, it was NOT awesome. That was disappointing and did not give much credit to their fight. Penelope is not aiming her anger to the right people here.

Other than that, the moments talking about how words hurt, and the talk Alex and Penelope had made me cry. Still really love this show.

~*end of my very important opinion on this episode, love*~

[ss-neokagashi-ss-blog]

Revolutionaries

https://www.ancient-forums.com/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=18326&sid=4a454958546bf75dc0031d7d8e3dc053

A few people constantly complain or attack not what makes them go full retard, but rather, what prevents them from going full retard. This is very common nowadays. Instead of us opposing the corruption, and what eventually destroys us, we only hate on what is preventing this. Mentality such as this is instilled in victims, slaves, and all sorts of people whose only program in the brain is a program of self-destruction, and satisfaction while said destruction takes place. For example, one that wants to jump from a cliff, hates on the sign that says "Danger DEATH", and one that wants to do drugs, only sees their "mother and father" as their enemy, who tell them to not become a drug user and eventually die. Somehow, if one does this, they act like a 'bad parent', but if they allow people off the cliffs, jews to patrol and pull people down, or even better, in the opinion of these infantile people, KICK their own children down from the cliffs, that is "Good parenthood", deserving of jewish rewards. Good Parenting consists of teaching your "Goy" children, and "Followers", as these fools who point the finger on 'me' and 'us' frequently, to only espouse and accept what is bad for them, and never teach them the art of rejection for decay like some "madmen" like the one writing this post does. "Madmen" like that want to generate free warriors and people who know to say "NO", in a world where all "NO's" are pointless, and all "YES's" are only affirmations of further destruction. Little these people can see, that you guys that complain, are free to jump from cliffs. The only thing that "I" refuse to do is give you ENDORSEMENT for it. Nobody here, nor me, or anyone else, can endorse of what one loves and cares about, to see it going down a cliff, or self destroy, or follow a route of self destruction. One can however, liberally and individually, take this route, no questions asked. Unlike you, who answer to nobody, and sadly, not even yourselves when you self-question stupidity, I have beings to whom I have to answer, and who demand well-being and protection. In my mind and in the mind of many others, where there are innocents, there should also be guards, medics, teachers, and a community. In the mind of few others and some jews who are thinking alike, where there are innocents, there should be no borders and no fence: this way the jew can feast freely. To these people, "You" people are only a good dinner, and a good meal. These revolutionaries for nothing, of which we also have some few here, are always of the same foolery. The revolutionary tendency is not taken on head to head with all the enemies of this world who plan to put people in gulags, but thrown aggressively on people who put some signs in place for others to not fall of cliffs. This is because these people are frail and weak. They do not have the power to change the 'greater evils', so they are busy trying to 'change' and drag down the few people who step in the front to change these evils. This is because, when these proud people fight against these evils, and they stand like proud lions, these cheap souls shrink and feel worthless, for they are good for nothing and communists. One would rather not raise a website to criticize christianity, islam, or what is eventually KILLING US for CENTURIES, but they are too fond to attack on superficial matters: others who are truly dangerous are coming to clean them in one full sweep from the hills, and what they concern themselves with, if in a small bastion that defends a great war, their dumb 'criticisms' have no place. This reminds me of Jouranlists who go in the Middle East. Pissrael is taking Palestinian kids down by the droves, but what is of immaculate interest here, is if some Anti-semite threw a banana down, upon which a holy jew did slip and hurt his ass. That is indeed their 'greatest problem'. As for real problems, if they pointed out to this, these 'self righteous' criticizers, would find themselves in an Israeli camp, so they turn to the people who threw the banana peel, to play the righteous against these people, whom they know will not react to them. The above is because our side simply does not pointlessly retaliate, like of course the enemy would do in said example. But these fools know, if they take their so called "REVOLUTIONARY" tendencies to the enemy, which they are cowardly to do so, they will have issues. Therefore, they limit themselves to matters such as their "OPINION" on X non existent problem of the forum or of this community, which for example, they never even existed in. Oh boy these little ones are also aggressive, and they have really bad manners on top of everything, too, like buzzfeed reporters. As much as buzzfeed cares about 'human rights', so as to breach and attack the rights of humans with opposing opinions mercilessly, so do these 'criticizers' care to improve anything, with rants, below the belt attacks, and acting like Rabbis on a heated synagogue argument. As the jew who never existed in Rome and went in Rome to dictate how Rome should be run, and because the Romans had freedom of assembly and did not slaughter them on the spot, so do these "REVOLUTIONARIES FOR NOTHING" do not spend their time wisely, but to attack the order that they claim to 'represent' (self appointed or with their 3-4 friends most of the time), as the jews who were speaking in the "INTEREST OF ROME", and speaking of how holy it would be if it collapsed. "The interest of Rome, me and my 3-4 friends say, is for Rome to finally collapse! Marcus Aurelius is foolish, for me and my 3-4 talmud reading alien friends have to be free to uhm, do absolutely nothing for any of you guys reading this, hehe. Now do as we say goy!". These good for nothing are totally unfit to sit on a table to develop something that they claim they 'love', but they are too fit to cause communist style uprisings and of course, can't look past their own nose. It is possibly too big after all, it constrains their vision. This is because what is important to them is to be the parasitic 'front-men' that when the guns sound, hide behind others to make excuses, use them as meat shields, or desert them. Any skill of actual leadership, comradeship, and sense of purpose and caring for others completely lacks. What is more important is to be pointless rebels. All one imagines is to be like a retard on the spotlight not to GIVE light, but to STEAL light. The above mindset where an army or a great purpose is concerned, only can get you as far as being self righteous bandits. One never gets nowhere without organization. As every chakra has to be on it's point for a functional whole, so do societies and communities have to be likewise in order to shine. To move alone, or to move like a bandit, will only make you a very good bandit. One only grows as good as to throw a dumb molotov like a leftist on a trash can. The greatest achievement of these people is that. Our people, meaning, the people of our side, and those who are at heart decided to fight the enemy, should have greater aims, greater achievements. You are not destined to be bandits, you are destined to be a powerful armada that the enemy will fear, and shriek in terror from. You are not supposed to carry slingshot, but powerful spiritual weaponry. You are not to be cowards that complain about something, but builders who will learn to correct it. Our enemy is ordered, decided, attacks for hours on end daily, for thousands of years, unceasingly, at all front. Is it therefore by any question why our enemy has been dominating people and having them under, and kicking them while they are down? And what do "WE", thankfully, infrequently have to encounter? Infiltrators, weakness, lack of caring, and certain dumb rebels, who instead of attacking what will actually put them in a gulag, are busy being self-righteous ticks on literally the ONLY forces that are not only open to communicate, take them in, teach them, and uplift them, but also seek the bettering of mankind. Satan, the Greatest God, who has had the greatest souls, always had to deal with disrespect, weakness, and seeing his children gas-lighted and moving in circles. We are here to change this permanently. Satanist will no longer mean what the enemy has made it mean, it will mean what we develop out of ourselves. The Lions of Sumeria will stand restored. Rebellion, just for the sake of record, if is disorganized and purposeless, is of no consequence, no essence. It is cowardly. You are not a good person because you are simply a rebel. You are not strong if you rebel ineffectively, or because you attack your guides. A good cause is needed, a formation, a loyalty between what is revolutionaries and rebels. If you do not know the values of brotherhood, standing with your brothers sword to sword, and taking a stand, you are nothing but just another dumbass with a hoodie burning trashcans. And so long you are the above, nobody will be of any concern. You are just another fool, another mockery, a mockery imagined by Satan's enemies of what should be his followers. A lot of these fools remind me of an example from Hitler's time. A few 'Pagan' witches in Britain, I bet, white and all, were so UHM feeling oppressed by Muh Evil Hitler (What Rothschild told them Hitler was by his Juden Presse) and they were really alarmed. Being reactionary and 'revolutionary' as these dumbasses were, they decided to curse Hitler. Little did these 'witches' see that Germany, was the HOTBED of all spiritual knowledge, uprising understanding, and newfound Paganism. As for JEWS who have been running Britain for literally CENTURIES, these very clever witches had the idea to attack Hitler instead. They burned witches like them for centuries in droves, but that is OK. AT least, they can fight "Evil Hitler". The Vatican, Muslims, Jews, and all others who literally BURNED witches to the ground for 20 plus centuries, were not really "THE" danger. The people who put forth the most spiritual information of the century, who were the only people to give rise to a non jewish spiritual order, and who were the only one's interested about out origins and setting people free financially, culturally, and in their sovereignty, leading by example the most compassionate and strong land of the time, THESE were the problem. Hitler was the danger. The Rockafellers and Rothschilds and jews who spent all their lives in enslaving them, misinforming them, enslaving them, burning all Pagan sites prior to recent wrongdoings for centuries, and brainwashing our European continent to kill our own selves and Pagan past - these are all fine. "We have to defend them, to defend Britain". 30% of people shouted for Britain to ally with Hitler, to save the White people. But to the witches above, and many others, this was 'too far'. It was too much of a 'bigotry' for a common people to be brothers and to be allied. To be egotistic when it is for defending jews, and selfless when it comes to their rape, was more important, than saving the race. So these dumb witches decided to do a cone of power ritual against Hitler. Like foolish animals, they started dancing around the cone of power, to attack their only actual liberation, because they were dumb, useless revolutionaries, disinformed, and spiritually dross. They wanted to play hero but be the parasite. So they in their 'revolutionary' feats, cursed Hitler. What happened eventually is that half of these witches died, like dumb animals. Used as cannon fodder from the jews and the enemy to add useless force into the general works against Hitler. Probably, they were White. Their spells failed, same as those of hundreds of thousands others, and all the jews. They battered this man like battering rams and he took them all down. This should be a lesson for dumbasses to not attack the sun. Eventually, the so called "DICTATOR", that mighty SUN, did set from from this world, and he left. The people of "FREEDOM" are now "RULING" these so called "Freedom lovers". Now these witches, if they still exist, they can enjoy a reincarnation in Eurabia, being stoned by blacks, and also, their lovely 'Britain' to become brown in the span of a few decades. Maybe, if the evil "Hitlers" of our time give up, they will experience the glories of living in an Islamic country within the span of some decades. Ah, the pleasure of attacking Hilter and these evil Nazis, and being ((("Truly British"))). Britain is now one of the leading nations in Europe in the browning and kalergi planning, one of the first Orwellian superstates where police will show up on your door for twitter posts or 'awkward beliefs', the first nation in rising of a faith aka Islam where when it becomes a majority, women will be castrated and become akin to swine, a people whose Sovereignty is of the least importance and cannot manifest it's own political decisions, and who live in one of the world's strongest countries but it's being wrestled from their own hands in front of their very eyes. Even the will of the populace is now totally forsaken. These Pagan witches were busy not attacking their enemies, but their friends, liberators, and allies. In this paradigm, many fools have followed. They don't have the insight to see who benefits from these actions, but they know how to do cones of power to attack what would eventually save their whole existence. These witches also like to call themselves "Witches", a word which is related to the WISE. As for the wisdom, it's nowhere to be found. Like slaves in a village enslaved for too long, they lift their stupid sickle to defend their feudalism slaver. To gain only a life of eternal slaving. They were busy being self righteous and not cursing where they should. Many other so called "Satanists", despite of decades of failures, against "US", the JoS, and individuals, have been constantly failing. Satan is with us, and you have to understand this. Stop wasting your energies, or rather, join us and fight the enemy, and make some worth of them. Can't you see that you are plucking your own eyes when you do these things? For one, curses against "Us" will not work. People who serve the Gods and attacking others who also serve in that regard are simply abominations. We have endless battalions of enemies for you to do your modern 'cones of power' against. As far as we are concerned, this is the reason we never have, and do not want to waste time or anyone or anything else besides the actual enemy, who is the TRUE danger to everyone. Attack us with your stones and toothpicks, but expect napalm if we are to turn to you, 'wise witches'- our enemies are coming in with the latest armada, and you are sleeping on your own little bed, at least certain in your moral choice to serve jews yet another day. The ones who corrupted our spirituality, tenets, past and future, to the point most of you have nothing but their jewish mentions, their jewish terminology, their jewish occultic "lore", and their jewish hubris. That leads you nowhere. When our enemies will put these 'witches' in the gulag, they will try to do little candle spells, but none will work. Us, we would rather turn our spiritual weaponry where it matters, and defend what matters, at the most crucial time ever, which is NOW. We have endless xianity, endless muslims, endless political or otherwise oppressors, and other DEADLY enemies, with whom differences do not extend as far as something that conversation or negotiation can solve, but who only want to see you, and everything you love, DEAD. If you still think the wise thing to do is to mobilize against the only spiritual people of this earth who take a stance on this oppression, join the club of the losers and dumb reactionaries, and destroy yourself in quick efficiency by opposing us. Warnings have been issued, and there is nothing that can be done further. The "Tribal" interest of the jews is for many superior to their own living, existential, and well-being interest. They are busy slaving like serfs for the enemy who only will eternally abuse them. Like these dumb witches, some choose to fight against Freedom, based on perceived disinformation. Frail and lacking knowledge, they insisted, not raising their heads to see that their so called 'spiritual masters' and 'authorities' handle them as dogs, who knew nothing, but to do infantile rituals against people who would in the end save them too. Any "True Pagan" or "True Witch", should raise their heads and themselves out of this slavery, understand in "WISDOM" their own interest, and align themselves with LIFE rather than their own personal DEATH, which is the enemy, their jewish 'moralist' agenda, and people who say that you must "Not suffer a witch to live" as their national literature. It's time spiritual people do something MEANINGFUL, other than kissing the ass of whose who will eventually destroy them, and who have been killing all witches for centuries as if they were flies en masse. Criticism, and any dislike aside, Pagans of sound denominations, "Satanists" with a core of actual beliefs who are not entirely just acting out, and many others - I tell you verily, and honestly: We also fight for your rights in the future, which will come as byproduct of our efforts, even if you stupidly decide to fight against us. One is merely wasting time by not aligning themselves on the proper side for our continuation, which is ours. Those who have maturity and understanding, and care for "Our" future as Heathens, Pagans, or people of ancient faith, ancestry, and honor the blood of our ancestors, they will not take these words in vain. To these people of wisdom of spirit, salutations. To the rest, only "FAREWELL". Those who respect truth, will value it wherever it is said. Those who value the blood of their ancestors, will value it wherever it is shed. Those who have wisdom, let them join us in our spiritual warfare, or even if they want, enter our ranks and fight for a JUST cause for once: http://www.satanslibrary.org/Rtrs/Final_RTR.htm -High Priest Hooded Cobra 666

[carolap53]

TEACH YOUR CHILDREN THE COST As they were walking along the road, a man said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” He said to another man, “Follow me.” But he replied, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God.” Luke 9:57-60

One of the costs of following Jesus is the impact on our children. If we, as parents, try to shelter our children from the cross then we are guilty of the third temptation of Christ. Our children need to understand that there will not be a victorious life in Christ without following the footsteps to the cross. Not around the cross, as we often desire, but through the cross.

A co-worker once asked a Christian in Vietnam how he introduces the gospel in the villages where people have never heard about God. Without hesitating he answered “Oh very easily. I simply say, ‘I have good news for you but it might cost you your life, would you like me to continue?’ People want to hear good news and most of the time they eagerly ask me to tell them. But the introduction is always that there will be a cost involved because for us in Vietnam, being a Christian means a life of self-denial. When they are persecuted and imprisoned they are not surprised. They expect it.”

The co-worker went on to say, “It sometimes amazes me how we find it suitable to counsel our children regarding the costs involved in buying a new bicycle or starting a new hobby but we never sit down and discuss the cost of following Jesus. We need to train our children in no uncertain terms that being ridiculed at school, being rejected and facing mockery, is part and parcel of being a Christian. It comes in as a package and you cannot have the one without the other. We need to train our children to sacrifice; we need to train our children to count the cost; we need to train our children that they do not belong to themselves.

“Our lives are often based on our expectations. If we are confronted with the unexpected, we seldom know how to react. If we neglect to teach and expose our children to the reality of the cross, difficulties will come as a surprise.

“But, once again, if we as parents cannot testify through our lives by being examples of living sacrifices, our teachings will be futile. When was the last time you were ridiculed for the name of Jesus? When was the last time you sacrificed your time and money to work among the lost? When was the last time you sacrificed anything to visit the persecuted church?”

RESPONSE: Today I will be an example to my children and teach them the cost in following Jesus.

PRAYER: Lord, help me to be willing to sacrifice everything to follow You and to be an example.

Open doors ministry

[oracleofapollo]

How should someone react whenever the kids in their school make fun of the gods? I was in class and one kid kept saying he was Zeus (he didn’t even know what Zeus’ symbol was-) and wouldn’t shut up about saying he isn’t a god. I live in a strongly Christian area so this is becoming a problem for me:

There are many ways to approach the problem, but I’ll explain how I used to while still in school. The first is to ignore it. I know I may not get a good feedback for this, but sometimes it is better to just let it be. If you feel like you may get lash back or be put in danger by stepping up to them this is when I say it is best to just ignore it. Ignorant people can’t tarnish the theoi and their jokes are just words.

The next is to politely confront them. Explain that it makes you uncomfortable because they are your gods and hearing them be turned into nothing more than a joke is aggravating and uncalled for. You can even try to educate the people if they seem curious. Just remember that your beliefs are just as valid as theirs and their mockery or tomfoolery can not change that or devalue that.

[parchnposies-mod]

This is a companion post, the main post will be linked below

( ◞･౪･)click here to go to the main post [Link] Please do not reblog this WITHOUT reblogging the main post as well. 

This is all speculation on my part, but its important to note that you should always ask yourself why someone might have said or done something. Even if the answer is incorrect or you dont agree with it, you might find yourself disagreeing with your most impulsive reactions and taking a calmer approach to the situation.

1) “if you’re not jewish you dont get to say “jew” period“ As we know now, the original sentiment here was “referring to people as a demographic they fit can be offensive and reductive, so instead use their demographic as an adjective (jewish) instead of a noun (jew).” so with that in hand we can clearly see that this is really just someone who’s tired of being called “a jew” in the same way that I am offended when someone calls me “a queer” without knowing if I’m okay with it. Most of the discussion around jewish people is hurtful and 

2&3) “holocaust, hitler, and nazi jokes aren’t funny period“ and “seriously quit saying “grammar nazi”“ keeping in mind that this was a post made in 2014/2015 think about the climate back then. This was back when it wasnt socially acceptable to be an out and out nazi/white nationalist/identitarian/kekistan or whatever the fuck, and a lot of the ways people were saying something was bad or irritating was by calling it a nazi. Both groups actually contributed to making nazis seem less like the horrific thing that they were: a political party that advocated for the genocide of millions. This would be incredibly frustrating to watch, to have people invalidate and joke about the reason your people are less than 1% of the world’s population. 

4&5) “also when the subject of the holocaust or hitler happen to come up DONT TRY TO SAY THAT HITLER WAS DOING WHAT WAS BEST FOR HIS COUNTRY OR THAT HE WAS HUMAN” “SERIOUSLY HE WAS A MASS MURDERER AND DISGUSTING IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD” No controversy around this one, please see my original reply to get my full response to this. But its good to again note why this sort of thing would be prompted to be said at all. One of the common ways people try to make white nationalism/nazi ideology more tolerable is by trying to paint Adolf Hitler as a sympathetic figure. This of course doesnt excuse what he did, but imagine seeing people say “hitler wasnt that bad” “Hitler was only a human being” “hiter was just trying to do what was best for his people.” over and over again. It would be upsetting because of fuckin course it would be. Hell its STILL upsetting. 

6&7) “dont make jokes about us being penny pinchers or greedy or any of that its gross and racist“ and “if youre a goyim dont tell me that “_____ was a very jew thing for me to do”“ I feel like being upset with stereotypes and reacting aggressively is super understandable, especially as a kid in their mid teens. I dont think this really needs further elaboration. Its insensitive and shitty, and makes someone feel bad for doing a “jewish thing” because they feel like behaving like how they are you’re buying into stereotypes. I relate to this specifically when I perform a behavior associated with my stereotypes, such as liking pink (i’m dfab*). My example is really toned down, but i think its a good way to relate because all of us have some dumb stereotype that we can relate to just being like “fuck i cant do x because i might reinforce preconceived notions.

8) “dont use yiddish, goy always mispronounce it and tbh it sounds stupid when you try“ Okay, its really important that i stress here again that OP does NOT agree with this statement anymore. To quote them directly, “i realize now that yiddish should be shared with all. Its not just a Jewish thing anymore“. However its still important to think of why would someone say something like this in the first place. This is where I speculate the most. I personally believe OP said this because yiddish is a part of their culture that they treasured at the time (likely still do) and while they were upset at people speaking it poorly it wasnt just because people were speaking it poorly. They were upset because of everything else in this post. The erasure of their history and the lessening of the severity of what happened to the jewish people through nazi jokes. The cruelty of having your identity stripped away from you beyond just another “jew”. The people sympathizing with Adolf Fuckin Hitler and trying to make him less repulsive and more “understandable” (read: forgivable). People using stereotypes to define your actions as something that “a jew” would do. The mockery of traditions and holidays “because they’re different.” These things are cruel, and when you hold something close to your heart and its attacked, as a child you will usually either react with anger and lash out to defend it, or shrink away from it and be ashamed. I wouldnt even be surprised if OP had at one point been ashamed of their heritage, only to have this post be the result of deciding to be proud of it and shifting far over to the other end of the spectrum past “happy and proud” to “aggressive defense”. 

I feel like i covered points nine to eleven pretty well in #8, but here they are for posterity  

• dont call our traditions weird just cause theyre different • be aware that jewish holidays dont get the same respect from society as christian ones do • seriously our holidays are almost never seen as “a legit reason” to miss work/school

Then finally is 12) “Educate yourself.”  I hope all of you leave this post feeling a little more like you understand what happened here, and more so i hope you have the tools to take a step back from snap judgments and ask yourself whats really going on. What someone really meant. Its not always what it seems at face value!  d(･∀･ ´*)

[justiceheartwatcher]

THE CRUCIFIXION OF KIRK CAMERON

Friday, August 7, 2020

Kirk Cameron became famous in the television sitcom "Growing Pains". During this time, Cameron was an atheist. But at 17, he was born again. Recently he came out with a film on America's heritage entitled "Monumental". As part of promoting the film, he appeared on The Piers Morgan Show. Morgan, as he often does when he has a Christian guest, pressed Cameron to tell him his opinion on Gay marriage. Cameron reluctantly but clearly shared that he believed that marriage was between a man and a woman and that homosexuality was unnatural and a sin. What Cameron said was nothing other than what has been at the foundation of the moral code of Western Civilization since ancient times - in fact what has been at the foundation of most societies Western or non-Western from the beginning of recorded history. It is still at the foundation of the legal codes of most nations (though undoubtedly this will change). Just a couple of years ago, such a statement would hardly be viewed as controversial but rather as the obvious. What followed was revealing, not about Kirk Cameron, but about what is happening to American and global society. What followed was a firestorm of controversy. Cameron was attacked on the internet, on television, in print, attacked by Hollywood celebrities, attacked, it seemed, by everyone. Fran Drescher of The Nanny, accused Cameron of seeking a religious dictatorship on America. On another "Inside Hollywood-like" show, Cameron's photograph appeared above the words "Hater." On the panel talk show "The View", Joy Behar reacted in visible disgust tempered with hatred and told Cameron to Shut up! Elizabeth Hasselbeck, one of the show's most outspoken self-professed Christian, countered that Cameron has a right to voice his opinion - but that she, herself, completely disagreed with everything he said. Barbara Walters then added that people have a right to speak even when their views are very unpopular. The attack continued throughout the media with Cameron the subject of mockery, ridicule, contempt, and hatred. The truth is Kirk Cameron simply said, not only what has been at the foundation of morality for thousands of years, but simply what the Bible very clearly says. It was only a few years ago, when to advocate that marriage be redefined to include a man and a man, a woman and a woman, would be considered controversial to the point of extreme. Now, in that same space of time, thousands of years old standards of morality have been turned upside down so that those who simply hold to what virtually everyone held to are now viewed as extreme, to become the objects of ridicule and hatred. It goes even farther, the subtext of these initial attacks, before a number of people spoke otherwise, was that Kirk Cameron should not even have the right to speak such things. Beyond that, the adjectives "dangerous" and "destructive" began to surface. This is a sign of things to come. Cameron had only said what the Bible says - Thus, the Bible is increasingly being viewed as "dangerous" and "destructive." End-time prophecy presents a scenario where believers are persecuted. For many years it was hard to fathom how this could happen in America - that's all changed - we're already seeing the beginnings. This month be strong, be uncompromising, and boldly shine His light!