#i rebuke you in the name of Jesus

[crazycatsiren]

"Defund the police and who will save you when you're in danger?" Fucker I'll take out an intruder with that huge stick I keep under my bed so I don't fucking get shot for calling the police to help me!

[trippinsorrows]

to whoever just sent me that ask, you are a disgusting piece of shit. wishing death on people is literally bottom barrel, cesspool level behavior. you will never be happy in life and the same death you wish on others, on a child, will come back on you.

you're also a stupid fucking bitch to include that loki part because it gave away who you are.

go choke, bitch.

[black-paraphernalia]

WE AT BLACK PARAPHERNALIA WILL NOT BE POSTING THE GRAPHIC VIDEO OF THE MURDER OF SONYA MASSEY IN RESPECT TO HER FAMILY

HOWEVER WE WILL MAKE THIS POST IN HOMAGE TO HER

BLACK PARAPHERNALIA DISCLAIMER - PLEASE READ

[mangoposts]

Join the Matt ladies we have tattoos and happy trails

Im not feeding into you stay back

[licorishh]

"The Bible is so sexist blah blah blah" okay. When it talks about how you can avoid doing stupid things in Proverbs it uses a man in its examples and personifies wisdom as a woman though which I think is pretty funny

[skeletronza]

doodles

[papirouge]

"The sell your cloak and buy a sword" has to be one of the most misquoted Bible verse EVER

It's now become a pet peeve of mine Witnessing all these idiots with surface level theology take this passage at face value and mUh tHe BibLe wAnTs yOu tO bUy gUnS!! and seemingly don't have enough braincells left to rub to realize that the Sword is a metaphor for the Word/Christ crossing several books in the Bible AND that Jesus rebuked Peter for using the very same weapon he was allegedly okay with him using, and went as far as to heal the very man he harmed doing so, but hey I guess expecting those Christians to have a crumb of critical thinking skills might be a little bit too much to ask

[nachobsns]

most hashtag interesting part of thanksgiving so far has been my trump-supporter grandpa blessing “this country and the freedoms that we have” during grace… girl…

[maykitz]

if you can stomach it i would recommend watching the body cam footage of the sonya massey killing, i'll try to describe it but it's hardly possible. you can't truly understand the type of extreme, completely volatile aggression that happens with cops if you haven't seen it, and it's captured here very harrowingly.

several officers are in her house, calmly talking with her about her id and vehicle papers for some time. it's routine administrative stuff, no acute danger or stress whatsoever. one of them tells her to take her pot off the stove, remarking that they don't need a fire in the house now, she walks over into the kitchen and complies. he suddenly backs off towards the front door despite already being several feet away. she asks him where he's going, he says "away from your hot, steaming water." she repeats "my hot, steamin' water?" in an amused tone. then adds "i rebuke you in the name of jesus," in a similar tone while pouring the water down the sink. the atmosphere is completely calm, you might even say amiable.

she's at this point still separated from the cops by her kitchen aisle and several feet of additional distance. the cop prompts her to repeat what she said, she repeats her reply about rebuking him in the name of jesus [edit: i didn't phrase this right in the original post; this phrase is not really a joke but rather used similarly to 'perish the thought'- ie rebuking his implication that she would harm them]. she doesn't even realise there's been a complete 180 in his head. he goes "you better fucking not, i will shoot you in your fucking face," she's stunned by the sudden abusive language for half a second, immediately he draws his gun directly at her head, she gets out a panicked "sorry!" and ducks behind the aisle, he rounds the corner into the kitchen specifically to advance right next to her, immediately fires 3 shots at her head from above at minimal distance. she's dead where she stood, or cowered rather, by the sink in her nightgown.

after a few seconds you hear the click of him turning on his body cam, saying "she came at me with a pot of boiling water." for the recording. he also nonchalantly tells his partner there's no need to get a med kit because it was a headshot. it's one of the most clear cut cases ever and it's fully recorded only because his partner did already have the body cam on throughout.

[tieflingkisser]

Body-cam video shows Illinois officer fatally shooting Black woman in face

White deputy Sean Grayson shot Sonya Massey, who called police in fear of a home intruder, after boiling water dispute

Massey, whom her daughter confirmed was paranoid-schizophrenic, had called police because she thought someone was trying to break into her home. When police arrived, they began looking into Massey’s home with flashlights, a neighbor, Cheryl Evans, told the Guardian. Evans wondered why police had not knocked on her door, as they typically have done in the past when searching for suspects. Eventually, Grayson, who is white, and his partner entered the home where they began speaking to Massey. After an initial discussion and request for Massey’s driver’s license,Grayson spotted a pot of boiling water on the stove and ordered Massey to remove it to avoid starting a fire. In doing so, Massey asks the officers – who visibly distance themselves from her as she goes to handle the pot – why they moved away from her. “Where you going?” she asks them. “Away from your hot steaming water,” Grayson answers, with a laugh, before Massey responds: “Away from the hot steaming water? Oh, I’ll rebuke you in the name of Jesus.” With his gun drawn, Grayson closed the distance between himself and Massey, who was beginning to kneel behind a counter with her hands up. “You better fucking not, I swear to God I’ll fucking shoot you right in your fucking face,” Grayson warned. Massey can be heard saying, “I’m sorry,” as Grayson continues to advance. “I’m sorry,” she says again as Grayson fires three shots, striking her with a bullet below the eye that exited from the back of her neck. As Massey lay dying on her kitchen floor, Grayson says he’ll go get his medical kit to render aid. “That’s a headshot. She’s done,” Grayson says before going to get the med kit. As the pair stand there with their guns still drawn, Grayson says: “I’m not taking a bullet out of her fucking head,” then points out that the water from the pot had reached his feet. “What else can we do?” Grayson asks his partner. “I’m not taking hot boiling water to the fucking face.”

[...]

Massey’s death carries on a troubling legacy of racial violence in Springfield: Massey’s family said she is a descendant of William Donnegan, a Black man who was lynched by a white mob but survived during the city’s infamous 1908 race riots that took 17 Black lives over a two-day period in mid-August of that year. As a result of the violence and carnage, a group of white and Black Americans banded together to create the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). Massey’s family said that the irony of having to reach out to the NAACP for help after her killing is not lost on them.

[kpoptarotvibes]

Dont ask me no questions about my husband behavior because. I DON'T KNOW MYSELF!!

[digglesgiggles]

Sonya Massey, a black woman was shot three times, one being a fatal headshot in her own home for holding a pot of hot water, when she had called in the police for a prowler outside of her house.

she was shot. in. her. house. for saying "i rebuke you in the name of jesus". that's all. it took less than five seconds for Sean Grayson to whip out his pistol. said attackers partner offered first aid but he refused it because "it's a headshot, she's dead".

because no one can testify against you if they're dead.

the cops name is Sean Grayson, and he should never be able to leave prison.

this was not an "incident". this was a murder. do NOT let people forget her name.

BLACK LIVES MATTER!

tw below for gunfire. the death however is off camera and not visible.

[flaredcfan]

I will never, ever, understand people on the internet.

If you didn't know, Sonya Massey (a woman of color) called 911 last July 6 to report a suspected intruder in her home. Two cops arrived, one of them her killer, Sean Grayson (they were towering over her, btw. Two buff white guys). So, they asked for identification, normal stuff, and followed her in as she searched for it.

When inside, Sean Grayson saw a pot of boiling water and asked her to remove it. After she picked it up, the two cops backed up, moved away and all that. So she asked them why.

Sean Grayson answered, "away from the hot, steaming water." And then Sonya answered, "Away from the hot steaming water? Oh, I'll rebuke you in the name of Jesus." Some people (unbelievers) think it was a joke on her part, tryna ease the tension. Christians believe that she sensed hostility from them and said those words as a way to ward off the evil spirit (which can be interpreted as two different things) from her home.

Sean Grayson then reacted with: "You better fucking not, I swear to God, I'll shoot you in your fucking face" (triggered much?), then he pointed his gun at her, followed by his partner (the one who's body cam provided us the video of the whole thing happening), then closed the distance between them.

She knelt behind the counter, she tried to hide while repeating "I'm sorry" as Grayson continued to advance. Her last "I'm sorry" were her last words as Sean Grayson shot her three times, striking her with a bullet below the eye, one that exited from the back of her neck.

After the shooting, the other deputy said he was going to get his medical kit. Do you know what Sean Grayson replied with? "No, head shot, dude. She's gone." She was later pronounced dead.

Say her name. Sonya Massey.

[shortcakesturns]

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐌. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐌����𝐈𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝐘/𝐍, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

warnings: mentions of suicide, corruption, suggestive (might make this a series with smut if you want) religion mentioned (preachers daughter) , misogyny, death mentions.

this is inspired by the one and only … @chemicalsturniolo and these head cannons

inspired by born to die album by lana del ray ❤️

this is part 1, part 2 is in the works 😋

Sunday morning in church, the bright beams of sunlight shines through the blinds. The pues are filled with people desperate to praise Jesus and rebuke the devil. In front row you could always find y/n with her pink bible, her hair pulled up in a bun just the way her momma used to. A white skirt and pink top with no makeup on because according to her daddy it’s ungodly, since women should be “natural.”

Every sunday she’d mind her business and emerge herself in the world of her father’s preaching. Overall the devil was a monster. the only monster and she never thought anything of it. This particular sunday morning an eerie feeling filled the church because yet another body was discovered half eaten. This time a member of the church fell victim to the devils doings.

——

“The devil, he’s invading this town and we’ve got to keep him out. You see Jesus banished the devil to the fiery pits of hell. So why can’t we.”

You nod along with the sermon, “amen.” echoes throughout the entire room. A figure walks past the window closest to you and your eyes dart to the side in attempts to see who it was. Maybe a farmer. You glance around the room and everyone’s just emerged in the sermon so you try to focus back on your father.

“Now in Jesus name amen, that concludes today’s sermon. have a wonderful evening everyone!.” you snap out of your thoughts and stand up to say your goodbyes to all the middle aged and small children and then the elderly. Helping out if you have to before walking out the wooden church doors to the farm house you live in next door.

You begin working on lunch for your daddy, he believed all women should serve men. It pissed you off but it was all you knew since your mother took her own life under the family tree. You wash the pans and glance into the fields and the family tree, your thoughts are interrupted by the slamming of a door and your father going to his office for next weeks sermon.

You move the pan to stove, you grab a couple of fresh eggs from the chickens that you had gotten earlier this morning and crack two. You watch as the white part bubbles up turns into a solid white color notifying you that it’s done. Swiftly you plate the eggs and bring them to daddy.

“daddy? I made lunch.” you spoke softly.

“set it down and go.” he points to an open spot on his desk and then you scurry out of his office.

You head up the wooden stairs with eerie creaks with each step and walk down the hallway to your pink dimly lit room. With a plop on your bed, you slowly drift off into the void.

“y/n…y/n..”

the decaying feet away in the wind.

the rope is tight.

her eyes wide open.

her body cold.

Sweat beads roll down your forehead as you jolt up. You look out the window next to your bed to see daylight has fallen and it’s now dark and gloomy outside.

The tree from your nightmare in view, the cornfield that goes on for miles and the church. A few tusks of corn sways around. The wind. Yet, something steps out of the cornfield. Someone.

A boy, your father did not want you anywhere near a boy unless he was godly, the few boys that did come to church were far from godly though. Plus they all were getting married off.

Being the good samaritan your father taught you to be, you changed into your nightgown and slipped on your bunny slippers and grabbed a flash light. Your thick hair falling to your shoulders as you rush down the hallway. Gently walking down the steps careful not to let a creak slip out. Once you reach the hallway you see your father in his office asleep and you walk past silently opening the back door. He still stands there.

“Hello?” You yell out.

No response.

You walk closer to him seeing the beaten down clothes. His discolored skin and the bones that peak through his hollowed face. The veins that popped out and were a purple color yet no blood ran through them. He grabs you so your up against him and covers your mouth and backs into the cornfield. He crouches down and muffled screams come from you.

“shhh…not..safe.” he points to the lifeless corpses that wonder around the church. How have you never noticed this. “come..with..me..” he groans.

He holds your panicked stiff body against him as he walks towards your house opening the back door slowly.

You switch the roles and put a finger up to his lips, and mouth.

“Don’t make a sound.”

You grab his hand and slowly walk past your father’s office and then slowly back up the stairs and push him to your room.

“okay what the hell who are you..what. are you?” you spit out.

“okay..listen..” he slowly slurs out putting his hands up.

“don’t..freak..out..please..” he follows ups.

“okay, can you get to the point?” Your confusion grows by the second.

“I’m..not..technically..alive..” he shrugs.

“are you fibbing to me, I don’t like liars.” your eyebrow raises

“no..i’m actually…dead..” he smiles, his bones visible with a smile.

Your mouth drops in disbelief, as he goes on to explain how he was in the town drive in and started choking on some french fries, and then his date left him there to die.

“okay..okay wait stop. french fries? you died because of french fries.” A smirk grows on your face and then quickly wiped it away.

“erm..yes.” he laughs.

“were they good?” you inquire.

“yes..delicious.” he leans back on my bed.

a smile creeps up on your face, and a laugh comes out as you fall next to him on the bed no longer scared.

“so..just have a question to ask you zombie boy. how come if the devil is the only monster your here?”

his eyes narrowed. “not..monster..first of all…second of all..the devil is NOT…the only..monster..” he glared.

“okay well sorry, but my daddy the preacher said the devil is the only monster in this world.” your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“your..daddy..he’s..he’s bullshit..” your mouth drops at that.

“don’t cuss!” your eyes widen.

“shit..fucking shit..your daddy..is a..cunt..” he grins.

You glance at the ceiling, “you’re ungodly.” your eyes roll.

“boo..fucking..boo..” his eyes flashed.

you look over at him..he was handsome, dead but pretty. So handsome. So what if he had a few bones sticking out of his body. nothing you couldn’t fix. Maybe the makeup you snuck from your mother’s bag would fix him up.

“what’s your name? I never asked.” you replied.

“matt.” he slurs.

“y/n.” you smile.

—-

months later, you got matt to attend church by putting makeup on him to make him look real. He thought it was complete bullshit but he wanted to see you in the daytime.

you guys started to secretly date and you would sneak him in through the house each night to sleep next to you. he was hellbent on corrupting you, matt was very ungodly and you were angelic. He couldn’t stand it. By the day he became one step closer to corrupting you by doing small things.

Sneaking out : check

buying weed: check

smoking weed: check

using your pretty privilege to steal: check

but there was one thing he needed. Trust me, he loved you but he was also dying to take that virginity of yours. Corrupting you entirely. maybe he was zombie, but that didn’t stop him from acting like a normal teenage boy.

[thetruekyle]

An individual woman has a God blessed 'right' to abstain from sex... not to murder a child that she and a man brought to life in the presence of God whilst lustfully pursuing their own pleasures.

Thats NOT your child; that is God's cherished babe. Any other justification to abort a pregnancy and kill a life - is erroneous and irrelevant. Nobody has the right to kill innocent babies, just because they are small and unable to defend themselves........ No one.

Thus we are called higher, Loves. We are called to love greater, and feel compassion deeper and further than the limits our own selfish pursuits of pleasure.

Marriage is still sacred, ..and every child that is a precious and wonderfully made treasure whom deserves to live in the blessings of His Kingdom, -doubly so.

😌🙏