#it's the church kid in me

[invisiblerambler]

Mumford and sons having a revival in 2025 makes sense because everything feels like it's 2015 all over again anyway

[estrellyx]

it means everything

[hinamie]

we may not get forever / but forever is far

[saintaviator]

eden

ID in alt text! credit to @princess-of-purple-prose !! ty :3

[bloodbrown]

I love that P cluelessly imitating prayer at a statue gives him humanity

[fischiee]

forget sister being the co-parent to junior. tex does it for the simple reason of church hates it with a burning passion

[longingpegasus]

Kai isn’t here because canonically she is the youngest; I wanna know who you think is the youngest out of the blood gulch boys.

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Don’t argue with me and I refuse to elaborate

BatBrats as hozier songs

Dick:

-Angel of small death and the codeine scene

-empire now

Jason:

-take me to church

-eat your young

Tim:

-it will come back

Here is where the I won’t elaborate is the the strongest

-too sweet

Damian:

-arsonists lullaby

- shrike

[slothsluv]

the gentle but harsh sins — william h. bonney; tom blyth

“ we were born sick, you heard them say it. ”

(solely based on take me to church by hozier bc i was listening to that while writing this :))

——————

Billy would question his insanity. Integrity. Behavior. Intentions.

He would question everything that made up the sole source of his being.

He couldn’t understand the entirety of what he was feeling or what he was even thinking.

The only thing that made sense for him was the fact his heart beat a little faster and his eyes wandered too long anytime you came around. It was instinct, his own filthy intentions, to look for you anytime you came around. To crave the sight of you. His body was lured to yours and he would ever so slightly make his way towards you to hear the softness of your voice. The music to his ears that came about since he heard you.

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Why would he catch feelings for you? Especially you?

Now, he was no man of god, no saint of a child… but he knew it was wrong to feel what he was feeling. To think of what he was thinking.

He caught onto something for a man that looked no different than him. It was a sin. It was a crime to look at you the way he did, as a man.

He knew he wasn’t what people would kill simply by the course of their lips on another man; hell, he had slept with many women before and enjoyed it. But why was he looking… admiring you like he would a woman. Why was he wishing to lay you down and kiss you upon your lips and down your skin just like a woman. He couldn’t understand it at all. He hated himself for it.

Not because of who you are but because of what you are. He admired everything about you. To the way you talked, thought, and even groomed the horse you sat upon. Something bloomed into his chest anytime a mention of your name was heard. He felt disgusted for thinking the way he was. He wanted you.

He yearned for you.

Not like any of the women he had been with before.

No, this was something different. This feeling of confusion and infatuation that built up inside him over these past few days angered him to his core. He wanted you gone. Out of his sight.

He was terrified of what his intentions and ungodly mind wanted him to do while you were around. He wished you were never brought into the gang he resided in.

Yes, he was older than you, more experienced than you but that didn’t change a thing about the heat that rose to his cheeks anytime you looked his way. He should just shoot himself with his own gun to prove the case of denying his feelings for you simply because you were also an outlawed man like him.

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Night has fallen among the land the men had encamped. They were taking shifts to keep cover from any of Jesse’s men trying to shake their way through. It was part of the job that two men were paired together, to sit far from the camp and keep guard over the others. It was also part of the job for you and Billy to end up on watch together; he wanted to run away when he was called to go.

Both of you exchanged glances before grumbling, making your way to the outskirts of the camp. The stars in the sky creating a light perfect enough to make out the faces of both the men but difficult enough to see what was out afar. The grass below your feet crunched along with your boots.

“This far enough?” You asked, looking at the older man for approval.

Billy avoided your eyes, looking down at your feet before nodding. “Should be fine.” He grumbled.

You nodded, settling down in the cool grass of the evening with a small groan. “Been a long day..”

Billy hummed before doing the same, sitting right across from you. You looked at him, smiling but realizing he paid no mind to you so your mouth altered to a thin line. You let out a small cough. You never could bring out small talk in the man ever since you joined.

“You think we’ll be good for the night?” You asked.

A couple seconds goes by. You glanced up at Billy to see him already staring. Once he meets your eyes, he’s quick to look around, the sound of his tongue clicking in his mouth. He shrugged. “Should be.”

You nodded, looking down, leaning back against the small log that occupied the space you made comfort for the night.

For a while, you would just hum to yourself. Both of you took turns getting up, walking around the small perimeter laid out, then come and sit back down. It felt like a game to you; stealing glances at each other, the feeling of your own body heat rising and heartbeat skipping anytime you caught wind of his blue eyes. It went on for an hour or two before you let out a small yawn. The older man took notice of your state.

“Tired?” Billy broke the silence. The sound of his voice felt foreign from the lack of talking the past hours.

You shrugged your shoulders, adjusting the strap of the rifle you held in your grasp. “Ain’t something I haven’t been through.” You tried to keep your replies nonchalant. Distracting yourself from the impurity of your own thoughts and feelings about the man. You, too, had conflicting opinions about what you were feeling about the man. But neither of you knew the true circumstance of it.

Billy hummed in response. He seemed to eye you up and down before looking away. His leg swaying back and forth in the dirt, the heel of his leather boot making small marks that were indenting in the earth.

You glance over at him, rubbing the tip of your nose and sniffling. “Where you from?” The words slipped off your tongue before you could stop.

Billy looked at you and raised his eyebrows in a slight manner. His expression was mixed with confusion and amusement at your question. “Where am I from?”

A low chuckle erupted from your chest. “Yea, that’s what I said.” You repeated, reaching up and scratching the stubble on your chin. You avoided his gaze, knowing he was looking at you. It made you nervous knowing his attention was all on you.

“New York.”

You let out a low whistle. A smile crept up on Billy’s face from your reaction.

“Long way from home.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Your mouth formed a smile as well, finally looking up at him. He was matching your expression. His eyes stared at yours then he looked down at his hands. “Anywhere you call home?” He asked.

You clicked your tongue and shrugged. “Y’know, here and there. Wasn’t much of a place to call home.” You admitted. You began fiddling with the weapon in your grasp.

Billy hummed.

“Guess I can take that. I ain’t too different from it.”

You nodded at his words. The both of you went silent. You racked your brain, trying to find any words to cling to, to try and salvage the conversation before you both. This was the first time ever that you got him to say more than a few words to you. It was exciting and made you feel giddy in a sort of calm way.

“You have a girl?”

You turned your head to him. This time, his question catching you off guard. You blinked a few times, letting the question sink into your head. You swallowed, shaking your head.

“Nah… no time for that, yknow with all the running around.” Your voice dropped to a whisper, embarrassment started writing over the manner of your face. Your hand reaches up and scratches the back of your neck. For some odd reason, the question caught you completely off guard, feeling of shame rose to your stomach.

“So, no partner or nothin’ to worry about?”

You shook your head quick in response. It felt like answering him completely. You had no idea what had got into you. But you felt your face go hot at the question.

“My type ain’t seemed to be around these parts.” You chuckled awkwardly. You internally rolled your eyes. You began regretting those words the second you heard them through your own ears. You felt sickening by what you were finally admitting to yourself.

Billy tilted his head, his gaze stayed on you. But he noticed the lack of your own attention turned to him, your face popped with red the last few seconds. He too, felt his heart beating faster as he came to the realization of what you were implying.

“And what type do you look for?” Billy whispered. He knew the answer to your question. It felt rhetorical to both you and the man who sat in front of you. Your boots almost touching from what seemed like the enclosing of the prairie.

You looked around, watching to see if any of the other men were hearing the conversation between you and the “ruthless” outlaw you’ve known. You could be hung with what you wanted to say to him.

You swallowed a small lump that seemed to appear in your airways of your throat. You looked at Billy. He was already looking at you, curiosity blooming through his gaze but it seemed to be mixed with amusement at your snub reaction. You cleared your throat and rubbed the back of your neck; a nervous tick you seemed to pick up from years ago.

“A type you ain’t interested in.” You finally said, chuckling a little before looking down at your rugged and scrapped hands. “It don’t matter. It’s not like it’s something I need to worry ‘bout right now.” You were quick to try and dismiss the question, the indulging way Billy found that was enticing to his peak.

Billy hummed. His stupid hums. You thought. You wanted him to say something. Something to clear the air of the awkwardness that seemed to plague it. It felt painful; him waiting for the response he wanted and you knew what he wanted to. But you dared to not say it. Maybe he was just curious, that’s all. No need to dig deep into it.

Billy felt motivated to scoot closer to you. He wanted to test the waters to see with what he was thinking was true. That what his mind was stewing over was actually the truth and not some dumb, daydream he wanted to try out. So he did.

Billy placed his palm on the small patch of dirt, using his strength to lift his body and make his way closer to you. Your head was quick to snap over when you realized what was happening. You looked everywhere but his face; his gaze felt like it was burning holes straight into your skull.

You cleared your throat as you felt Billy’s thigh rub against yours. Both of your trousers sticking together in fury of the patterns on the fabric. You sucked in a breath when you watched him leaning closer to your face with his.

Billy glanced down at your lips then back up at your eyes. He had looked drunken by the sight of his contorted face. But both of you were sober; you were wishing there was a drunkenness between you two already. Maybe it could counteract what you knew what was about to happen with the two of you. Maybe it could bounce the awful sins right off both of your mouths. Maybe, maybe. It was the only things you could wish.. pray for.

Your instinct to the close proximity of the older man made you flinch back. It seemed that the action sprung life back into his dead eyes when he realized what he was doing. He pulled away too.

This time, he was the one that cleared his throat. A shaky throttle rattling through your ears. The tips of them burning bright red alongside your face, matching a pile of firewood.

“Sorry.” Was all he managed to say before he stood up. You let out your breath you were holding. All you could do was stare up at him. Watch as he dusted off dirt that stuck to his pant legs. He wouldn’t dare look down at you.

“I’ll let one of the men know to cover my spot for the rest of the night.”

Before you could protest to his newly found claims, he was quick to grab his things; the rifle, his holster that ended up unchained from his waist.

You couldn’t help but feel a pit being burned through your chest, into your heart at the sight of him disappearing, back towards the camp with the other men.

You sighed, letting out a frustrated groan before throwing your face into your hands.

This was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

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a/n: I have no idea what I wrote, this just came straight out of my ass but I’ve been wanting to write a sorta complicated love story between Billy and a man. I need the angst and sadness in my life. I love it.

[riversaremeanttobefollowed]

We all know that the reason why Bruce Wayne isn't religiously Jewish is because dc are cowards, but also because many of the community itself is cowards. I personally believe it comes from a lack of knowledge about what it even means to be religious because most of the community is Christian or culturally Christian. So as someone that would probably be considered not religious by Christians, but Religious by most other Jewish people, I think that Bruce Wayne fits in this section of being Jewish.

Bruce can't go to the Synagogue often because of the whole being Batman stuff, but he still goes on the high holidays when he can. He celebrates with the Kane family as well! And Kate would obviously understand if he couldn't come because she's Batwoman! Give me a Bruce Wayne says Yiddish curses. Give me a Batman that has a bunch of Chanukkiot that are just so pretty because they are rich and definitely have a ton. Give me Batfamily shabbat dinners when they are able to. Rest days on Saturday for the Jewish members when they are more members in the Batfam to make it work (and it being a mitzvah when he does have to be Batman on Shabbat because its a mitzvah to save a life). Give me Mezuzot on every entryway. Give me a Bruce Wayne who inherited his mother's seder plates and actually uses them. Give me a Bruce Wayne that says stuff like kein ayin hara before giving good news! Give me a confused Dick Grayson when Bruce insults him (its actually a compliment, but to ward against the evil eye you will say the opposite of what you mean) and then Bruce having to explain after he realizes that Dick has no idea why he just insulted him. Give me a Batman that follows Jewish values (more than he canonically does)

Just because someone ins't actively involved within a wider community of that Religion doesn't mean they aren't Religious! Or at least don't give me a culturally Jewish Bruce Wayne that doesn't do any of this. Thats just you stripping away all the Jewish parts of him.

Bruce Wayne is Jewish and you can't just ignore that

[anghraine]

jenndoesnotcare replied to this post:

Every time LDS kids come to my neighborhood I am so so nice to them. I hope they remember the blue haired lady who was kind, when people try to convince them the outside world is bad and scary. (Also they are always so young! I want to feed them cookies and give them Diana Wynne Jones books or something)

Thank you! Honestly, this sort of kindness can go a really long way, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time.

LDS children and missionaries (and the majority of the latter are barely of age) are often the people who interact the most with non-Mormons on a daily basis, and thus are kind of the "face" of the Church to non-Mormons a lot of the time. As a result, they're frequently the ones who actually experience the brunt of antagonism towards the Church, which only reinforces the distrust they've already been taught to feel towards the rest of the world.

It's not that the Church doesn't deserve this antagonism, but a lot of people seem to take this enormous pride in showing up Mormon teenagers who have spent most of their lives under intense social pressure, instruction, expectation, and close observation from both their peers and from older authorities in the Church (it largely operates on seniority, so young unmarried people in particular tend to have very little power within its hierarchies). Being "owned" for clout by non-Mormons doesn't prove anything to most of them except that their leaders and parents are right and they can't trust people outside the Church.

The fact that the Church usually does provide a tightly-knit community, a distinct and familiar culture, and a well-developed infrastructure for supporting its members' needs as long as they do [xyz] means that there can be very concrete benefits to staying in the Church, staying closeted, whatever. So if, additionally, a Mormon kid has every reason to think that nobody outside the Church is going to extend compassion or kindness towards them, that the rest of the world really is as hostile and dangerous as they've been told, the stakes for leaving are all the higher, despite the costs of staying.

So people from "outside" who disrupt this narrative of a hostile, threatening world that cannot conceivably understand their experiences or perspectives can be really important. It's important for them to know that there are communities and reliable support systems outside the Church, that leaving the Church does not have to mean being a pariah in every context, that there are concrete resources outside the Church, that compassion and decency in ordinary day-to-day life is not the province of any particular religion or sect and can be found anywhere. This kind of information can be really important evidence for people to have when they are deciding how much they're willing to risk losing.

So yeah, all of this is to say that you're doing a good thing that may well provide a lifeline for very vulnerable people, even if you don't personally see results at the time.

[passionfruitmango]

Presenting my FIRST furby custom!!! 🩷💛

Yet ANOTHER of my unnamed furbs 😅

This sweet baby came to me mute as your standard church mouse! I don't have the materials right now for speaker replacement, but I did have a desire to try some of these furby tutorials!

As you can see [they can't 🥴] they're missing eye chips! Those are still in transit and you can probably guess what they're going to look like! X3

This was a great learning experience! There's actually a heart and star on their eyelids, but I placed them too high and may have layered paint/glitter/mod podge too thick, as the eyelids don't seem to want to move on their own anymore 😅😂

I added the rhinestones when I realized the eye art I made wasn't going to be as visible as planned!

Regardless, I love this lil baby all the same!! Love how their colors turned out (pink and yellow are my personal faves 🥰) and hoping I figure out a fitting name sooner or later!

[soulrestinginstpetersburg]

Please pray for me. Im having a difficult time with my faith, an important appointment with the principal of my highschool where I need an allowance to change my language from german to italian, my sister, uncle, aunt and cousins are having health problems and it looks like my mom will catch it too. If anyone needs a prayer too I would be more than happy to pray for them. God bless you.

[vulpinesaint]

back on the topic of eddie brock never being the first choice. crazy to me to think about the origin of the venom symbol which is that the symbiote Was With Spiderman First. the venom symbol is a slightly creepier version of the spiderman symbol with an extra bend in the legs cause it's the symbiote's best approximation of what it thought spiderman wanted. and when spiderman rejects the symbiote and venom shows up it's still the same suit just on a different person. the symbiote learned emotions from peter parker and it is angry and hurt at not being wanted but it stays in the form it thought he wanted... peter parker disarms eddie brock once by telling the symbiote that he wants it back and attacking once the symbiote starts to leave... eddie has such a hard time throughout the comics with the fact that the symbiote Will Leave Him if prompted by the right person. and be so honest. what would you do if you were eddie brock and no matter where you went or what you did there was a symbol that you were somebody else's second choice emblazoned across your chest

[secularlesbian]

when i see yt americans tell black and brown americans to vote for biden bc “trump will be worse” or “trump is extreme right”, i roll my eyes bc where on the political spectrum does joe biden, who is financing and supporting multiple genocides as well as restricting the human rights of MILLIONS of people, fall? yt ppl think that bc he tweets abt roe v wade (which he could’ve codified but didn’t btw) that that makes him left wing