#individual not traditional

[artofkhaos404]

I am a practicing Christian in a relationship with God, yet am also most Baptist preachers' worst nightmare. I think that says something about organized religion.

You don't fit in at church or with other "Christians"? You may be doing something right. Never forget: Jesus didn't click with the religious, either. In fact, they murdered Him.

[artofkhaos404]

FELLOW ANARCHISTS, PLEASE READ.

This should not stop us or scare us.

This should not make us take down our flags, retire our symbols and paint over the patches on our jackets. That's how the fascists want us to react.

This should INSPIRE US.

They are afraid of us. And if they're afraid of us, we have to be doing something right.

Be aware, but do not be silent. Let's make sure as many of our people see this as possible, because we all have to be aware and conscious and safe.

Reblog the crap out of this post. Please, even if you're not an Anarchist yourself, but are a supporter or a punk or have friends who are Anarchists, hit reblog.

...

I guess I'm a terrorist now. Have an opinion they don't like? Watch them hunt you down. Make you the enemy. Take you out.

Jesus, come get us. I'm ready to go home.

IMPORTANT!!!

I’ve only seen like one person talk about this and it’s super important that this gets out there

Multiple punk symbols and sayings have been added to the FBI’s domestic terrorism guide

Things included are

The symbol for anarchy

ACAB and 1312

The three arrows pointing down in a circle

Eat the rich

Those are a few but it also mentions anything anti-fascist and anti capitalist

So if you live in the US please be careful

[americanmarketplace]

CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC NOT A DEMOCRACY!!!!!!

PEOPLE WE ARE NOT A DEMOCRACY WE ARE A CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC !!!!!!!!! DEMOCRATS WANT A DEMOCRACY TO TAKE AWAY YOUR INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS !!!!!!! DEMOCRACY HAS NO INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS MAJORITY RULES !!!!!! PLEASE STOP THIS DEMOCRACY CRAP ITS A TOTAL LIE < FOR THE LOVE OF GOD START THINKING FOR YOURSELVES DO SOME RESEARCH AND LEARN THE FACTS !!!!!!

[tinni404]

[straysketches]

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[artofkhaos404]

WELL, HE SAID IT ALL!

You're right, Jesus was the first punk! His entire life was one big protest to the tyrannical, money and hate based society. It was a quiet riot of love.

HE WAS PUNK RAWK AS HELL

And it is difficult balancing faith with a punk lifestyle for so many reasons... First off, people's modern day, skewed views of what is and isn't punk are so exhausting. Not to mention the elitists and their bizarre and inaccurate"requirements"... like I need to meet requirements to be a rebel! HILARIOUS!

A lot of people in the scene will make you feel like you don't belong. But rest assured, no matter what religion you are, you belong here. We accept you. And if some "punks" don't, ignore em. They're not punk anyway.

It's difficult with faith, too. Religious people look at ya like ya have three heads when you walk into a Bible Study decked in two inch long spiked arm bands and a patch jacket. That's part of the reason I hate going to churches. There isn't one I have walked into and haven't been stared at...

I used to go to a Christian homeschool group in middle school that took place in a church. I wore all black every day, it was at the very beginning of my alt journey. My entire class cornered me one day and interviewed me on whether I was going goth or not. None of them had ever spoken to me before, they completely ignored me... except this one emo girl who would sit with me occasionally. Asked how I was. Talk to me about anime and whatnot. Treated me like I was normal. That is when I think I began to understand who my people were... who would accept and be there for me. I mean, at the time, I didn't even know what goth meant... but it clicked in me. I took the label. Then I went home and started researching whatever this "goth" thing was🤣🤣🤣

I went on that rant to say: if you're a Christian and you're goth, emo, punk, metal- whatever! You don't have to deny one half of your identity to accept the other. God put the desire in you to be who you are and not apologize for it. That is not a desire born of sin... that is your fingerprint. Your own unique self. Don't toss it away just because some people told you that being YOU isn't acceptable. Screw acceptable.

Be yourself. Don't apologize for it, either.

It's what you were made for.

im curious, how does being punk affect your feeling of religion? are you still a practicing catholic/go to church?

Hahahahahaha oh boy, buckle in cause this is gonna be a fun ride. I’ll put a cut cause this is gonna be long simply due to the amount of context that is needed to understand how I’ve managed to mash these two things together in my life. I hope this answers your question anon! (And thank you for asking nicely, that usually isn’t the reaction I get).

So, for reference, I am Catholic born and raised. My mom is Catholic, my dad is only recently exploring being religious. My brother has remained a Catholic good boy throughout his life, my sister has denounced religion. I’m somewhere between them. I don’t go to church often, but I still feel at home there when I do (most of the time). So technically, I’m not a ‘Practicing Catholic’ because of that, but I’m following my faith to the best of my ability (explained below).

I 100% believe there is a god, and because of that my faith has had some rough intersections with other parts of my life, such as being punk, the communities Im a part of, and being heavily involved in STEM. And those are things that took me years to figure out for myself. When just looking at being punk though, I think where it really clicked that punk wasn’t against my religion, but actually supports it, was in my freshman year of college. Like I’ve said before, I go to a Protestant school so every class has to somehow have at least one connection to religion (as a chemistry major this can get extremely annoying). But that year, I had a history class as a gen ed, Western Civ to 1450, and an absolutely kick ass professor to go with it. 

This class was the game changer for 18 year old me (oh my god that was 5 years ago). We spent a lot of time in this class talking about religions of ancient civilizations, and of course we talked about Christianity. And this man went absolutely feral. He was the man that introduced me to the concept of ‘Jesus was a punk’. And when you ignore all the random bull shit that comes out of people’s mouths at church and just look at the bible... yeah, he was right. Jesus flipped tables, he ate with societal outcasts like prostitutes and the homeless, and god did he hate the Roman government that controlled so much of the world at that time. 

And I think that’s when I really felt free to embrace the punk culture. The one thing that was holding me back was gone. I also later learned that professor had a metal band (I’m now going to have to try to find his youtube again lol - its been years). 

But yeah, being punk and religious in 2022 is hard. Its hard because the people who claim to be Christians are ignorant, refuse to learn, don’t know the context of the book they call holy, refuse to understand where Christianity stems from and our roots in Judaism, and keep trying to interpret the bible in a modern world (the bible can’t tell you shit about the evils of the internet man). I don’t particularly like going to church because I often find that its a snake pit disguised as a hospital. Though, that’s nothing new, if you ever take the time to read Romans (my favorite part of the bible), its full of Paul just absolutely loosing his ever loving shit because of how corrupt the churches are. 

So instead of going to church once every seven days and conforming to the rest of the vipers there, I try to live my life by Jesus’ standards for interacting with others. Be kind and forgiving, try to understand other points of view, don’t discriminate based on job, color, socioeconomic status, gender, how many kids, ect. Moral of the story, in my opinion, to be a good Christian, you need to treat people as people, and welcome them with open arms. You need to give back to your community. You need to fight for a better world. You need to push back against oppressive and authoritarian governments. And those are all punk values as well.

[rhan-hastur]

Necronomicon part 2, 11 to 20/20

Coffee and fine liners on paper, 2014

[violet-viriditas]

Some TradCath on the Internet: “The man is the spiritual head of the household, and his wife must come to him with all spiritual questions and NEVER correct him outright.”

My husband to me: “Hey can I ask you a question? I want to make sure I’m not accidentally believing heresy.”

[phantomandknight]

torchbearer guy doodle (pardon the a$$ quality)!!! if nobody wants them im adopting them and the flagbearer too

u guys think should i draw them more (more than a sh*tty 10 minute doodle anyway lmao)?

[fleebites]

finally completed my set! 🦋

[artofkhaos404]

In a world where it's not on trend to live a Christian lifestyle, I would like to see my generation become some of the most radical, Jesus loving FREAKS of all time.

There was a time I felt the need to hide my faith. I felt it didn't fit me and was an out of place aspect of my identity. Felt the need to seperate myself from my Jesus because you can't be A, B or C and be Christian... right? I was so wrong. I was wrong to think I must deny my individuality to be a follower of Christ or deny my Christ to be an individual.

I was ashamed of Christ in all His glory, but He was not ashamed of me in all my filth. He is proud to call me child as I should be proud to call Him Father. I am now.

In the Bible, demons knew Paul by name. Young brothers and sisters in Christ... let us live our lives so that we never have any doubt whether Hell fears us.

"But whosever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in Heaven." Matthew 10:33

[studentbyday]

a meditative november.

Sometimes courage is in forcing yourself to stick with your plan to go slow, progress gradually, and trust in the future, rather than throwing yourself into the deepest end out of desperation to “get ahead,” knowing full well you won't be prepared, which would unnecessarily heighten the chances of failure at something you truly value and don't want to play with.

I've been having to remind myself of this all summer and all semester. It's actually not UNrealistic to go slow to go far. And deep down I know this, but the world we're in sometimes makes us feel so pressured to live fast...sometimes even before we're ready. Which may lead one down the rabbit hole towards the whole concept of sink or swim and survival of the fittest, where if you know you can't immediately speed up because you know you'd sink, you think you're just not fit for life. Nothing could be further from the truth, and it's a real advantage to have that self-awareness, to know your current limits. The time you spend now slowly growing and exploring other ways to get to your dream (even if it may seem to take you further away from it at first) will make you so much more experienced, resourceful, inventive, mature, and ready in every sense of the word than those who choose to hurry.

There are undoubtedly merits to living at a faster pace and I'm sure we're all well aware of it in this world we live in. But what I'm trying to say is that there are also equally valuable merits to living at a slower pace, and for some of us, that's what we need. And so we should give ourselves permission to do that when we can in order to thrive long term. To hell with the societal pressures to do otherwise.

[infizero-draws]

MAGICAL GIRL NOELLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[falling-star-cygnus]

art request! astral express gang being cute and wholesome :)

it took me a hot second to think of something for this bc my M.O is usually tragedy but I GOT IT -> I GOT YOU @chibiisanii

HC for the road: Himeko taught Dan Heng how to braid hair when he came aboard the Express, Dan Heng taught March, and March taught the Trailblazer -> so now, they all have nights where they braid each other's hair. It does not matter if they don't have enough hair for it, they will find a way. Boothill is forced into the circle even if he's only a 'temporary member' [read: he was very excited to join the braid train] and so is Argenti

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

inspired by fearne's gut instinct upon seeing dark-fearne being to flirt

[vintagegirl01]

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree 🌲 (pt.1)

Jake Lockley x female reader

Summary: When decorating the Christmas tree, things take an interesting turn for you and Jake,

Jake hated how cold it got when it neared Christmas. Frankly, it was a wonder how you seemed to enjoy it so much. The snow was his least favorite about the holiday, seeing how easily it stuck to his clothes and suit.

He crossed his arms, sitting by the fireplace. He was huddled in blankets, looking like a ball on the couch. Jake was a little annoyed to be honest.

The little gleams of red and green did have him a little curious. But he didn’t move from his spot.

Meanwhile, you were decorating the tree.

“Come on, baby! We are supposed to do this together”, you giggled softly.

Jake groaned in response, rolling his eyes. Not that you could see it through the several layers of blankets.

“You’re too excited. It’s just a bunch of Christmas bullshit, and the snow is only going to get worse.”

He complained as he was buried in the pile of blankets.

“But it’s our first Christmas in our house together.” You begin to get insecure. “Am I making a big deal over nothing?”

Jake took note of how your voice softened, and he let out another heavy groan. Seeing you look insecure because of him made him feel horrible.

“Hey, hey, no. Come here.” He opened the blankets he wrapped himself in like a burrito, gesturing for you to come closer.

You stay standing near the tree, thinking he’s just trying to be nice.

Jake caught onto your hesitation and rolled his eyes lightly.

"¡Ven aquí, mami!” He patted the spot next to him. He was using the nickname that he knew you loved.

You blush and giggle before he brings you into his lap, covering the two of you with his blanket.

Jake wrapped both of his arms around you, holding a tight hold. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be an ass. I just get grumpy in winter.”

Jake mumbled into your ear before he planted a few kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry for making a big deal. It’s just… since we moved in together, I’ve been excited to start traditions together.”

Hearing you apologize even when you didn’t need to just made him feel even more guilty. He let out another sigh, resting his head on yours.

“No, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have been so short with you. You haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just grumpy about the cold.”

Jake let one of his hands snake under your shirt, his hand resting on your stomach to give it a gentle rub.

“Aye! Your hands are cold. Maybe you do need to stay in the blankets for a bit to warm up. Or get mittens…”

He chuckled lightly as you pointed out how cold his hands were. He nuzzled his face into your neck, letting his hot breath make contact with your skin.

“I just need you to warm me up,” He mumbled before giving your neck another kiss, this one a little more rougher before his fangs grazed over the sensitive skin.

You giggle. “Hard to believe a guy like you lives for the cuddles of his girlfriend.”

Jake pulled you closer into his chest. He could easily wrap his arms all the way around you. He’d always be fascinated by how much smaller you were in comparison. You fit perfectly in his arms.

“Hey, can you blame me? You give the best cuddles.”He joked as he squeezed you. “Plus, you let me hold you like this. It’s really comfortable.”

“I love our cuddles too. I’m just saying that when we first got together, I never pictured you’d be into me the way I’m into you.”

Jake let his hand gently rub your stomach, his fingers tracing small patterns onto your skin.

“I could say the same as you, you know. Never thought a chica as incredible as you would want a grumpy bastard like me.”

Jake gave your neck another kiss as he continued to mumble into it. “Yet here we are.”

“You’re not a batard. Though you are a bit of a grump from time to time.”

Jake chuckled a little, his teeth grazing over your neck again. He was having a hard time keeping them under control.

“Yeah, and I’ll keep telling you that you’re too good for me.” He mumbled, his breathing growing a little more ragged from being all over you. He was almost tempted to get a little more handsy on you.

“I think you are an amazing boyfriend.”

Jake chuckled again as he kept his face nuzzled into your neck. His other hand, not on your stomach, was rubbing up and down your arm.

“Mm-hm. You better believe it.”

Jake gave you another kiss on the neck before his fangs gently sunk slightly into your skin as he began sucking on it.

You giggle, your fingers beginning to run through his dark hair.

Jake let out a stifled groan as your fingers ran through his hair. He couldn’t help but shiver, leaning into your touch. He nipped at your skin once again before parting his lips from your neck to glance over at you.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he huffed, referring to the way you were playing with his hair. “You know that turns me on, mami.”

“I can’t help it when you do the same to me.”

“Oh? So you like it when I do it?” He asked, feigning innocence, before running his tongue over the marks he left on your neck to soothe the skin.

“Do you like it that much, mami?” He asked again as he gave your stomach a gentle squeeze before pulling you flush against his chest. “You’re always making noise for me when I do it.”

“I imagine what it would be like if you marked me as yours in all the ways that matter.”

A low, stifled growl escaped him as you mentioned the prospect of you being his in every way possible. He pulled you closer to him, and he started planting kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.

“You’re already mine, mami. Every last bit of you belongs to me. I just want the world to know that you’re mine.”

Jake started nipping at your skin a little again, wanting to leave some more marks on you.

“Not yet. You haven’t filled me with your child yet…”

You had no idea how badly that statement affected him. He let out another low, deep growl before starting to kiss over your neck a little more harshly, occasionally running his tongue over the skin as well.

“You keep saying stuff like that, I’ll give you a child. Is that what you want, mami? Want me to fill you with a baby?” he teased as his hand started rubbing over your stomach again.

“Can’t you imagine it? A little one conceived from a night of love and passion we share…”

Jake let out another low growl at the thought, and he could feel himself get excited as he thought about the prospect. He had to fight to get that under control for now.

“…I’d love it if you had my baby, mami. We’d have such a beautiful child together, dios mio…” he murmured lowly into your ear, biting down on it.

You smirk. “Help me decorate the tree and I’ll let you breed me…”

His hand on your stomach froze as you made that proposal. He was suddenly very eager to get to work on decorating, and he began to unwrap the pile of blankets he was cuddling you under.

“Mm.. yes, ma’am. I’ll get started right away.”

Jake tried to keep his voice even, but you could definitely hear the excitement in his tone.

“If we’re going to have a little one by next Christmas, we need to develop traditions for him or her to take part in with us. Like decorating the tree, Santa, and so on���.”

Jake began to get up as you mentioned having a child by this time next year. A child that was the product of the two of you. He couldn’t help the small grin that had spread across his lips.

“Yes, I think our child will enjoy that… They’ll get to experience their first Christmas with the two of us here, and-“

Jake paused for a moment as he looked over at you.

“How many kids do you want?”

“As many as you want and that we are able to be blessed with.”

He chuckled. “Such a good girl.”

His hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before he finished getting up. He began to grab some of the ornaments.

“Let’s get started on the tree, huh? The sooner it’s done, the sooner I get my reward.”

_________________________________________

Hours of having fun decorating the tree and making love, you and Jake are naked in bed together—drinking hot chocolate.

The two of you were snuggled under the blankets again, sipping hot chocolate from mugs while you were sitting on his lap. You could still feel certain soreness all over your body from the “fun” you had to earn this reward.

Jake had an arm wrapped around you and he was leaning back on some pillows by the headboard. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up.

“…You’ve been quiet too long, mami . What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking how much I love and can’t wait to share our lives together.”

His arm gave you a gentle squeeze, pulling you against his chest again. He gently nuzzled his face into your head, placing a kiss against your hair.

“Me too, preciosa, me too. I can’t wait to experience everything with you.”

Jake took a sip from his own hot chocolate, thinking for a moment as he placed the mug down.

“Actually… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

He pulled you a little a closer before he began to gently rub your arm, his hand running up and down it absentmindedly.

“I’ve been… thinking about the idea of asking you a question.” He mumbled, glancing at you for a moment before he looked down at you in his lap. “I’m not sure if I should ask it, though. I’m not entirely sure what your reaction would be.”

“Ask me… you know we can talk to each other about anything…”

Jake was quiet for a moment as he thought of the appropriate way to ask. How would you react?

“Right.. Yes, you’re right.” He exhaled heavily, looking down at you and meeting your eyes.

“I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about… a certain kind of commitment with you.”

“Oh yeah? We are already happily living together.”

“Right, yes, I know.” He paused for a moment, fiddling with his fingers a little as he began to grow somewhat nervous.

“But, uh… I’ve been thinking about… how permanent our commitment should be…”

“I hope it will be.”

He chuckled, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as he grew a little more comfortable again. He knew you loved him, but he was still nervous about your reaction.

“Yes… I’d want it to be permanent as well. That… is actually part of what I’ve been thinking about. Commitment that’s more.. concrete than just living together.”

You wait for him to continue.

He took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as he braced himself to ask the question he’s been thinking about for some time now.

“I’ve been… wondering… how you’d feel …if I asked you to, uh… to marry me?”

His heart was starting to race. It was very out of character for him to feel so nervous at the thought of something like this.

You’re at loss for words. “I… I… what?”

Jake chuckled again, still trying to stay calm as he noticed your reaction. He wasn’t sure if your reaction was one of surprise or not.

He was quick to try and elaborate on the question, feeling a little sheepish.

“Yes, uh… y-you heard me. I’ve been thinking about- I’ve been thinking about asking you to be my wife.”

You put your mug of hot chocolate on the side table before taking his face into your own. “Jake, you mean that?”

He couldn’t help the shaky grin that spread across his lips as you placed your hands on his face. It was such a sweet gesture, and he leaned into your touch, bringing his own hands up to rest on your forearms.

“Oh, yes… of course I mean it. I wouldn’t joke about something like this” he spoke, his voice a little shaky from nerves. “Is… is that something you think you could want?”

“Yes… I’d love to be your wife, Jake. Though, are you prepared to be with me for life?”

He let out a short laugh as you mentioned him being with you for life. It was such a silly question for you to ask.

“Of course I am… I’m pretty damn certain I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He spoke, moving to wrap his arms around your waist again and pulling you even closer to him.

“Good to know my future baby daddy well be my hubby. Hopefully we’ll be married and with a baby by next Christmas.”

He grinned as you mentioned that. He brought one of his hands to rest on your stomach again and began lightly rubbing it.

“That’s the plan.” he mumbled against your neck, before placing a kiss there. “Having you as my wife, and our child to spend Christmas with. I can’t wait, mami...”

You nuzzle into him, excited for the future ahead of you two.

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