#jesus come to life for a 3rd time. but sure

[sheila--e]

once i saw someone describe Sheila E. and Giorno as never married yet divorced and it made me mad cuz thats not true at all but also is that really what youre boiling down her idolization of giorno to. a divorced father with an obsession with his ex. huh

[p3ndeja6]

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n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

[saint-vagrant]

for the love of god stop with these Rational Thinkers' paragraph + italicised "VOTE!" posts. is anyone moved by this? i've seen "vote for whoever you like, but just vote" VOTE FOR WHOEVER BUT JUST DO IT? BRO! that's somehow more pathetic than demanding that you back biden or else you're too young and too old and too stupid and too academic and ultimately a traitor if you came to a different conclusion and act, to your best ability, in accordance with your ethics.

like yeah you'll do whatever and so will i, i guess. but it's psychically painful to see this totally coincidental influx specifically since october 2023. people calling leftists (well specifically anti-imperialists &/ communists) "russian/chinese/3rd party agents" who are "lying to you to stop you from voting." it's been worded as "your friends are lying to you." that is so cool. it's like 2016 in here. yday i saw "voting isn't about which leader will sign off on your glorious revolution" which is such a snide misunderstanding of... most things, i think? it's giving "proudly launching headfirst down stairwell." more than half the time i check out OP, they're openly a zionist, or end up there by default in the sense of being a bland milquetoast etiquette-obsessed "let people enjoy things" centrist who's so mistrusting of information or pattern recognition that if you possess either you're corrupted by "ideology."

why would it be necessary to lie? what purpose for a big convoluted conspiracy? for whom IS this simplistic, condescending, dispassionate shit anyway??? surely not for the people whose families are burning alive, thanks to the american government who robs and brutalises its own people in order to fund further massacres. because how could you look that person in the face and tell them "no, you don't know fuckall about how things run around here. now is the time for political decorum" ?? there must be such a sense of comfort in the idea that those people are "over there." like i think it's pretty unfortunate that a lot of these posts begin by citing some ~dramatic~ ~babybrained~ "take" committed by disgruntled "western" posters (who are spies) but when i heard the source, or when i go find it, it's by a palestinian or muslim person or just someone from whom it like, kind of makes sense why they feel the way they do! but then it's characterised in such a vague wussy ass way! huh??!!! like it seems very convenient to ignore WHO is organising/mobilising/criticising, WHO is protesting and abstaining, so that these posts come off more sound and reasonable than the leftist sleeper agents who appeal to emotion over sense. and i'm not even telling you not to vote! i'm wondering why it's so impossible to conceive of a reality where a marginalised person or group concludes that the health and safety of their community will be sought and achieved through other means. you really can't imagine that? that's dumb to you?

so i guess i, too, don't care what the hell you do with your precious little life, but it is So Fucked to talk down to people about genocide like it's a petty, inconvenient wedge issue we have to sidestep for the greater good. fwiw voting isn't wholly irrelevant to me, And Also, i understand being against a system means, for many, abstaining from its approved tools and pouring efforts into direct action. this is not a new approach! greater good is sought and achieved mainly and actively on the ground— not from above. moreover, there is no good greater than opposing and ending genocide for fuck's sake! jesus!

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

To Start Anew (TF141xLATA!Reader) Ch.4

Whooo sorry for the wait ya’ll! Summer is kicking not only ass but my internet’s ass! Here is chapter 4! Ya gurl has a breakdown and the guys check in on her!

Warnings: Language, breakdown, crying.

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The room was absolutely stunning! A veranda for you to sit and watch the sea, a short walk away from the room was the private beach, the bed was definitely big enough to fit two people and your brain suddenly can’t help but think of bringing someone into that bed for a night. You deserve to have fun while you’re here and you plan to!

The bathroom was pristine with a large tub, dark marble on the counters encompassed in tan wood. “I have to send a video to mom and dad!” You start up a video call with your family to show them the room and the view. “Oh honey it's beautiful! Such a lovely place to stay for 2 weeks!” “Oh I wanna see!” You hear your sister chime in the background before she crowds into the call. “The place has a private beach too and a pool with a restaurant next to it!”

”Well I’m more interested in the very handsome men hanging around by the pool!” You laugh as your mom and sister start to ogle the men and turn the phone away. “What!? I wasn’t done looking! No fair!” “I’m sure they don’t want someone gawking at them while they swim and relax!” “Well I mean, they are pretty good-looking. That big fella with the face mask looks like he could be a good time.” “OH MY GOD DAD!”

He laughs at your now red face as you distantly hear your sister say to have fun and to let her know all the dirty details if you snag one of the men. “No! Jesus Christ they’re on leave! I don’t wanna bother them! They are nice because we chatted at the airport but they came to relax!” “Well dear I don’t think they’d be too opposed to…having some fun as well if you catch my drift!” “Perverts all of you! I’m gonna take a shower and take a nap!” Your family laughs before wishing you well with a promise to call later.

Sighing, you hook your phone into the charger and grab a change of clothes. You definitely need a nice hot bath and a nap, you deserve it. As you undress and step into the hot water, you feel the tension leaving you all at once, practically sinking into the tub. The groan that leaves your throat is nothing short of graphic. ‘I really needed this.’ The thought comes fast and the tears follow as you fall into your sad thoughts again, it was only a day ago after all since the worst day of your life happened.

“Stupid fuckin bastard! If he didn’t want to get married why the fuck did he propose?!” The tears are cool as they stream down your cheeks as opposed to the heat surrounding your body. “Should have fuckin known.” A shudder runs through you as a sob breaks past your throat and you scrub at the tears to get them to stop, though it is futile. You sit and cry in the tub for a good while before calming down enough to clean yourself and rinse off before stepping out.

As you wrap yourself in the fluffy bathrobe you remember that you wanted to order champagne. Just as your hand is on the phone you think mimosas sound a lot better and order the champagne and oj to be sent to your room with the engraved glasses his dad had ordered. Maybe you could just break his, maybe you could use it as a weird roleplay toy, the possibilities are there and ultimately you decide against the roleplay usage and plan to just shatter it if they bring it.

-With the guys-3rd person-

It was still bright outside as the 141 men were enjoying the pool at the hotel. “Do ye ken the little lady is okay?” Gaz sips his drink as he shakes his head, “Nah mate I don’t think so. She still seemed pretty pissed when she was talking to us about it at the airport.” The other three nod in agreement. Becoming alert at the sudden sounds of yelling and shattering glass.

They turn towards the woman’s room. She’s standing, that much they can tell, her sobs however are loud and they continue to watch as she falls to her knees. Her wails of sorrow are not for their viewing pleasure and they really should be minding their business. “Alright time to go see if she’s okay.” Price stands from his lounge chair, drinking down the last of his whiskey before making his way to her room.

It almost seems concerning for the four of them that anyone can access someone else’s room simply by walking far enough. Simon, Johnny, and Gaz follow suit. As they approach they see her seated on her bed, wine glass in hand as she scrubs at her eyes. “Everythin a’right?” The suddenness of Simon’s voice startles her as she shoots up, almost spilling her wine on her dress.

”Woah, woah, easy. Sorry for the fright, we just heard the yelling and the glass shatter. Wanted to make sure you were good.” They watch her take deep, calming breaths. “Oh my god! You guys scared the shit out of me!” Hand on her chest as she calms down, sniffling as she takes a sip of her drink. “So…are ye alright?” She sighs and sits again.

She gestures for them to sit as well and they all grab chairs. “Uh…yeah. Yeah I think I’m good now. Sorry for the uh, noise. Just working through the emotions.” Simon looks around the room. Nothing looks broken as far as the decor goes. “What broke then?” She looks at an empty corner of the room, broom leaning next to it. “Oh that. My ex’s dad paid for engraved wine glasses and I…decided to break his. Felt good.” The guys nod in understanding before they see realization cross her face.

”God I’ve been so fuckin rude to you guys since we met. Dumping all my trauma on you, being overly cautious of you guys. Fuck I’m not even a good host! Do you guys want a drink or something?” The concern is so real on all four of the guys’ faces it seems to stall her, the steam running out of her as she puts her glass down and puts her hands in her face. “Ya wanna talk about it?” She shakes her head. “No. No it’s fine I…I’ve impeded enough. Sorry for the noise guys, I’ll try to be quieter. Was getting ready to leave anyway to go explore.”

She gets up or wash her face and apply her makeup. “Okay welp…see you guys later? Have fun with your stay!” The guys stand stunned as the door closes behind her, before they shake it off and head back for the pool.

Tag list: @cumikering @devcica @catmouseggy

[paula-of-christ]

hi! i remember vaguely you posted something about how mormons believe in spirit babies, could you elaborate what that belief means?

I'm going to use the language that the LDS use for their theology and then do some explaining since they use similar words but don't MEAN the same thing that Christians do when they use them.

When Heavenly Father first created the world/universe we live in (note, this is NOT the beginning of time), him and Heavenly Mother (or 'mothers' if you are faithful to what all the LDS prophets/leaders have said, that's right God is a polygamist) had spirit children, becoming angels. One of those spirit children was Jesus, one was Satan. They both came up with ideas for how salvation should come about (I don't remember the details of the supposed plans, I'd have to look it up) but Heavenly Father went with Jesus' plan. So everyone else had to choose sides. 1/3 chose Jesus' side, 1/3 chose Satan's side, and the last 1/3 didn't choose at all. The 1/3 that chose Satan were sent to earth with the 'Mark of Cain' which in the Doctrine and Covenants is explicitly dark/non-white skin. The other 1/3 were punished for not choosing by being sent down while not being in the LDS, so they had to wait until they died and went to spirit prison* to be preached to by the last 1/3rd that followed Jesus and were born into the Mormon church. It might not be exactly 1/3 on all sides, but I know for sure 1/3 was following Satan, because Joseph Smith took that from Revelation.

So basically, when a couple has sex, they are inviting a spirit that already exists, to come and reside in the body that is made. And if the child dies before the age of 7/8, well that spirit just didn't want to be born yet. And if you CAN'T conceive a child, it's because no spirit thinks you're worthy of it.

"Heavenly Father" is what they call God, and according to the LDS he didn't actually make the universe from nothing, but was created by some god before him, and became an exalted man, and got to create his own universe when he became exalted. Jesus is also an exalted man, and is NOT god. Neither is the Holy Spirit. Heavenly Mother is not usually spoken about beyond very briefly because OBVIOUSLY their god wouldn't be able to create spirit children on his own. She is NOT to be worshipped even though she would also be a god. The modern church only ever talks about one but even as early as Brigham Young (the second leader of the LDS after Joseph Smith died), there was the idea of more than one wife of god, because you cannot become an exalted being without being married to at least 3 women. And if you're a woman who is married to a man and he has less than 3 wives, you will not get to rule with him because he will not become exalted.

To contrast this, classical Christian theology surrounding the creation of new life is that a father and mother are co-creators with God, and that God creates the spirit of the person at the moment of conception, ie at the moment when man and woman biologically create life, then the spirit is there. It was a little shaky at first of when life started, but it was always 'if there is life, there is a soul, but before there is life, the soul is yet to exist'. One of the things the LDS church teaches is that babies remember what the spirit world is like, because the 'veil' between worlds is thinnest at the beginning and end of life. But eventually as they get older, they forget, and that's why we have to go through life the way we do.

It's all very confusing and doesn't make much sense, but I hope I explained it in a way that can be somewhat understandable (or at least.... answered your initial question).

TLDR: God the father created every soul that would ever live when he created the universe and having sex is just 'inviting' that soul to come down to earth. Having sex outside of a mormon marriage or with the intent of raising the child outside the Mormon church is akin to inviting the spirit to be forever damned. And so conception issued boils down to you not being worthy for the spirit to WANT to be your child.

*Yes its called spirit prison, and the only way to be 'saved' from it is if a mormon on earth goes to the temple and gets a proxy baptism using your name after you have died. This is called baptisms for the dead and the Mormon church got in a lot of trouble when they, for a long time, allowed their members to get baptized on behalf of jews killed during the holocaust. Now you can only get baptized by those who are biologically related to you, but there is almost 0 oversight on it, so even though the person doing it is supposed to get permission from the *closest* living relative, often times they don't and just say they do. How does the Mormon Church know who you're related to? Oh, they just own the largest database of ancestry paperwork in the US, possibly the world. To the point that the US government will sometimes borrow their stuff. The Vatican has put a ban (as well as other independent protestant churches) on parishes giving the Mormon Church or member ANY genealogical or baptismal information, since it is only used to do their weird necromantic baptisms, since no baptism is valid except a Mormon one.

[kyurilin]

Fic Writer Interview

I have been tagged to do this by @plusultraetc and obviously I love talking about my fanfics so here will be more than you ever wanted to know!

How many works do you have on AO3?

At the moment 16! 11 MHA, 4 Cars, and 1 FNAF but y'know. We know which ones matter

What's your total AO3 word count?

218,641. That's a really big fucking number right there Jesus Christ. And with some of the chunky fics I have on there that number is only gonna get even stupider.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life

2. Crumbled Rooftops

3. How To (Hopefully Not Fail) At Telling Your Bestie You Love Him

4. Stray

5. Our Little Horror Story

Actually quite a surprise to me that my erasercloud fic takes 3rd, and 5th is my single FNAF fic. Not at all surprised by 1st and 2nd though lmaooo

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ALL THE TIME!!! I love responding to comments even if it's just with emojis, but I also like to ramble in responses to stuff. I wouldn't be able to live without responding to them I love talking to people about my fics and I get some really good in depth ones anytime someone braves 54k erasermic one shot and crumbled rooftops especially.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Honestly I feel it has to go to After, my post-Oboro death story featuring Nemuri and Shouta. The whole thing is sad and at the ending the closest thing to happiness the characters get is that at least they have each other, but Oboro's still gone.

Technically the super short This Isn't How The Story Goes where I killed Shouta in place of Oboro could take this too but we all know I'm not actually doing anything else with that (and trust me it would have gotten angstier but other people have done the concept better than I made an attempt at in 2021)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life, for fucking sure! Look, it's pre-canon erasermic figuring their shit out and getting together for 54k and it ends on them getting married. We know in canon that things are absolutely going to shit down the road but in the context of that story which starts with Hizashi thinking of himself as Mic and being a little too used to faking smiles ENDING ON him being genuinely happy at his own wedding is a fucking phenomenally happy ending. I'm incredibly proud of that ending. It's such a great ending on that story.

Do you write crossovers?

I USED TO, not so much anymore but back in the day I used to write Cars and Transformers crossovers lmaoooo

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Someone got real pissy on one of my old Kirby fanfics at one point, whining about how it was illogical that the Kirby villains would help Kirby fight a bigger bad guy. Hope that reviewer in particular felt stupid when Kirby Star Allies released and all the DLC was previous Kirby helpers and villains coming to help fight the big bad.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written some but it is lurking on my Google drive because I'm not ready to have smut out there on the internet that people can look at. That's about what I can say on that front 😭

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

GOD I hope not

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! People out here just want the Kyuri experience in English it seems which is fine, but if someone did want to translate my fics I think I'd ascend

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly if it's a ship that involves Nemuri, Oboro, Hizashi, and Shouta in any combination, it's my favorite. Erasermic is the go to just because it's so damn easy to find but I'm also a sucker for Cloudnight, or Erasercloud, or Cloudmic and so on for the rest of them. Hell, Poly Rooftop Gang is something I really want to write at some point cause I have so many thoughts about their dynamic as a whole. There's really none within that group that I like less than others and if you name me a ship from it I have Thoughts And Feelings locked and loaded

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Technically going back to it, the extended This Isn't How The Story Goes idea where Shouta died instead of Oboro. I have PLANS. They exist!!! They're out there in my brain and pieces are on Google docs but it's been so long since I put anything together that it's just kind of dead in the water. The only reason I don't orphan that one on AO3 is that I like the way I wrote it.

What are your writing strengths?

I think characters. I've had a lot of compliments about the way I write characters in my fics and I really do feel like that's my strong point.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Whenever I have to get more than two characters to talk I feel like it comes across more stilted. I like having dialogue flow without having to use dialogue tags for stuff, but sometimes I have to use them for bigger conversations and I'm just dying on the inside thinking it sucks the whole time.

Also Big Info Dumps. I never know how this kind of thing comes across (example- the talk with Kurogiri from Crumbled Rooftops chapter 7 or the last segment of Stray chapter 2). I don't WANT to know how it comes across. I feel like sometimes I should reiterate that I'm autistic/ADHD and my mind is like 'you must infodump here'.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If I could speak another language i'd love to occasionally use that as a skill just for fun but the only time I've ever done this was using Google translate for an original novel based on an idea for a Kirby story I wrote and then the whole notebook got lost. So now the cringe lives in my head

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It was either Star Wars or Monsters Inc, and I truly don't remember which it was because I posted two separate things the same day on ff.net and don't remember which went up first.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I never think ahead fandomwise, but again. I WANT to write Poly Rooftop Gang SO BAD. I want to write for that dynamic so my thoughts can be out of my brain! This is a topic that has come up between me and @shabby-blog OFTEN! One day I will write the four of them together and the world will be made whole again 😌

What's your favorite fic you've written?

this is always such a hard question because I have three very large stories that are all beloved in their own right but today's answer is Stray

We're coming up on four years since I started writing it and I'm SLOWLY working on the last chapter, and it's got a very small but very dedicated group of readers and I just love that story so much. I went a crazy direction with it in terms of how I wrote it and the fact that people love it means a lot. I'm bound and determined to finish it even if it takes me a lot longer to finish it than I was hoping 😅

WELP that's all the questions I am free now and all the people I would have tagged have been tagged so HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED THIS

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

3rd January >> Mass Readings (Except GB & USA)

3rd January  or The Most Holy Name of Jesus  or Saint Munchin, Bishop.

3rd January 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

First Reading 1 John 2:29-3:6 Everyone must try to be as pure as Christ.

You know that God is righteous – then you must recognise that everyone whose life is righteous has been begotten by him.

Think of the love that the Father has lavished on us, by letting us be called God’s children; and that is what we are. Because the world refused to acknowledge him, therefore it does not acknowledge us. My dear people, we are already the children of God but what we are to be in the future has not yet been revealed; all we know is, that when it is revealed we shall be like him because we shall see him as he really is.

Surely everyone who entertains this hope must purify himself, must try to be as pure as Christ. Anyone who sins at all breaks the law, because to sin is to break the law. Now you know that he appeared in order to abolish sin, and that in him there is no sin; anyone who lives in God does not sin, and anyone who sins has never seen him or known him.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 97(98):1,3-6

R/ All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.

Sing a new song to the Lord for he has worked wonders. His right hand and his holy arm have brought salvation.

R/ All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.

All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God. Shout to the Lord, all the earth, ring out your joy.

R/ All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.

Sing psalms to the Lord with the harp with the sound of music. With trumpets and the sound of the horn acclaim the King, the Lord.

R/ All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! A hallowed day has dawned upon us. Come, you nations, worship the Lord, for today a great light has shone down upon the earth. Alleluia!

Or: John 1:14,12

Alleluia, alleluia! The Word became flesh, and dwelt among us. To all who received him he gave power to become children of God. Alleluia!

Or: Hebrews 1:1-2

Alleluia, alleluia! At various times in the past and in various different ways, God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets; but in our own time, the last days, he has spoken to us through his Son. Alleluia!

Gospel John 1:29-34 'Look: there is the Lamb of God'.

Seeing Jesus coming towards him, John said, ‘Look, there is the lamb of God that takes away the sin of the world. This is the one I spoke of when I said: A man is coming after me who ranks before me because he existed before me. I did not know him myself, and yet it was to reveal him to Israel that I came baptising with water.’ John also declared, ‘I saw the Spirit coming down on him from heaven like a dove and resting on him. I did not know him myself, but he who sent me to baptise with water had said to me, “The man on whom you see the Spirit come down and rest is the one who is going to baptise with the Holy Spirit.” Yes, I have seen and I am the witness that he is the Chosen One of God.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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The Most Holy Name of Jesus 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Friday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Philippians 2:1-11 Be united in your love.

If our life in Christ means anything to you, if love can persuade at all, or the Spirit that we have in common, or any tenderness and sympathy, then be united in your convictions and united in your love, with a common purpose and a common mind. That is the one thing which would make me completely happy. There must be no competition among you, no conceit; but everybody is to be self-effacing. Always consider the other person to be better than yourself, so that nobody thinks of his own interests first but everybody thinks of other people’s interests instead. In your minds you must be the same as Christ Jesus:

His state was divine, yet he did not cling to his equality with God but emptied himself to assume the condition of a slave, and became as men are; and being as all men are, he was humbler yet, even to accepting death, death on a cross. But God raised him high and gave him the name which is above all other names so that all beings in the heavens, on earth and in the underworld, should bend the knee at the name of Jesus and that every tongue should acclaim Jesus Christ as Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 8:4-9

R/ How great is your name, O Lord our God, through all the earth!

When I see the heavens, the work of your hands, the moon and the stars which you arranged, what is man that you should keep him in mind, mortal man that you care for him?

R/ How great is your name, O Lord our God, through all the earth!

Yet you have made him little less than a god; with glory and honour you crowned him, gave him power over the works of your hand, put all things under his feet.

R/ How great is your name, O Lord our God, through all the earth!

All of them, sheep and cattle, yes, even the savage beasts, birds of the air, and fish that make their way through the waters.

R/ How great is your name, O Lord our God, through all the earth!

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia! A hallowed day has dawned upon us. Come, you nations, worship the Lord, for today a great light has shone down upon the earth. Alleluia!

Or: John 1:14,12

Alleluia, alleluia! The Word became flesh, and dwelt among us. To all who received him he gave power to become children of God. Alleluia!

Or: Hebrews 1:1-2

Alleluia, alleluia! At various times in the past and in various different ways, God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets; but in our own time, the last days, he has spoken to us through his Son. Alleluia!

Gospel Luke 2:21-24 His parents took him to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord.

When the eighth day came and the child was to be circumcised, they gave him the name Jesus, the name the angel had given him before his conception. And when the day came for them to be purified as laid down by the Law of Moses, they took him up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord – observing what stands written in the Law of the Lord: Every first-born male must be consecrated to the Lord – and also to offer in sacrifice, in accordance with what is said in the Law of the Lord, a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Munchin, Bishop 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Friday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Exodus 32:7-14 Moses pleads with the Lord his God to spare Israel.

The Lord spoke to Moses, ‘Go down now, because your people whom you brought out of Egypt have apostatised. They have been quick to leave the way I marked out for them; they have made themselves a calf of molten metal and have worshipped it and offered it sacrifice. “Here is your God, Israel,” they have cried, “who brought you up from the land of Egypt!”’ the Lord said to Moses, ‘I can see how headstrong these people are! Leave me, now, my wrath shall blaze out against them and devour them; of you, however, I will make a great nation.’ But Moses pleaded with the Lord his God. ‘Lord,’ he said ���why should your wrath blaze out against this people of yours whom you brought out of the land of Egypt with arm outstretched and mighty hand? Why let the Egyptians say, “Ah, it was in treachery that he brought them out, to do them to death in the mountains and wipe them off the face of the earth”? Leave your burning wrath; relent and do not bring this disaster on your people. Remember Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, your servants to whom by your own self you swore and made this promise: I will make your offspring as many as the stars of heaven, and all this land which I promised I will give to your descendants, and it shall be their heritage for ever.’ So the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

OR: --------

First reading Deuteronomy 10:8-9 The Lord set apart the tribe of Levi to do him service

Moses said to the people: ‘The Lord set apart the tribe of Levi to carry the ark of the Lord’s covenant, to stand in the presence of the Lord, to do him service and in his name to pronounce blessing as they still do today. Levi therefore has no share or inheritance with his brothers: the Lord is his inheritance, as the Lord your God told him.’

OR: --------

First reading 1 Samuel 16:1,6-13 David is anointed by Samuel

The Lord said to Samuel, ‘Fill your horn with oil and go. I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem, for I have chosen myself a king among his sons.’ Samuel purified Jesse and his sons and invited them to the sacrifice. When they arrived, he caught sight of Eliab and thought, ‘Surely the Lord’s anointed one stands there before him’, but the Lord said to Samuel, ‘Take no notice of his appearance or his height for I have rejected him; God does not see as man sees; man looks at appearances but the Lord looks at the heart.’ Jesse then called Abinadab and presented him to Samuel, who said, ‘The Lord has not chosen this one either.’ Jesse then presented Shammah, but Samuel said, ‘The Lord has not chosen this one either.’ Jesse presented his seven sons to Samuel, but Samuel said to Jesse, ‘The Lord has not chosen these.’ He then asked Jesse, ‘Are these all the sons you have?’ He answered, ‘There is still one left, the youngest; he is out looking after the sheep.’ Then Samuel said to Jesse, ‘Send for him; we will not sit down to eat until he comes.’ Jesse had him sent for, a boy of fresh complexion, with fine eyes and pleasant bearing. The Lord said, ‘Come, anoint him, for this is the one.’ At this, Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him where he stood with his brothers; and the spirit of the Lord seized on David and stayed with him from that day on.

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 6:1-8 Isaiah's lips cleansed with a burning coal

In the year of King Uzziah’s death I saw the Lord of Hosts seated on a high throne; his train filled the sanctuary; above him stood seraphs, each one with six wings: two to cover its face, two to cover its feet, and two for flying. And they cried out to one another in this way,

‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Hosts. His glory fills the whole earth.’

The foundations of the threshold shook with the voice of the one who cried out, and the Temple was filled with smoke. I said:

‘What a wretched state I am in! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have looked at the King, the Lord of Hosts.’

Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding in his hand a live coal which he had taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. With this he touched my mouth and said:

‘See now, this has touched your lips, your sin is taken away, your iniquity is purged.’

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying:

‘Whom shall I send? Who will be our messenger?’

I answered, ‘Here I am, send me.’

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 61:1-3 He has sent me to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord

The spirit of the Lord has been given to me, for the Lord has anointed me. He has sent me to bring good news to the poor, to bind up hearts that are broken;

to proclaim liberty to captives, freedom to those in prison; to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord, a day of vengeance for our God,

to comfort all those who mourn and to give them for ashes a garland; for mourning robe the oil of gladness, for despondency, praise.

OR: --------

First reading Jeremiah 1:4-9 Go and say whatever I command you and do not fear

The word of the Lord was addressed to me, saying,

‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you; before you came to birth I consecrated you; I have appointed you as prophet to the nations.’

I said, ‘Ah, Lord; look, I do not know how to speak: I am a child!’

But the Lord replied, ‘Do not say, “I am a child.” Go now to those to whom I send you and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to protect you – it is the Lord who speaks!’

Then the Lord put out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me:

‘There! I am putting my words into your mouth.’

OR: --------

First reading Ezekiel 3:17-21 Warn the wicked man, and you will live

The word of the Lord was addressed to me as follows, ‘Son of man, I have appointed you as sentry to the House of Israel. Whenever you hear a word from me, warn them in my Name. If I say to a wicked man, “You are to die,” and you do not warn him; if you do not speak and warn him to renounce his evil ways and so live, then he shall die for his sin, but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, however, you do warn a wicked man and he does not renounce his wickedness and his evil ways, then he shall die for his sin, but you yourself will have saved your life. When the upright man renounces his integrity to do evil and I set a trap for him, he too shall die; since you failed to warn him, he shall die for his sin and the integrity he practised will no longer be remembered; but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, however, you warn the upright man not to sin and he abstains from sinning, he shall live, thanks to your warning, and you too will have saved your life.’

Or:

First Reading Ezekiel 34:11-16 I will look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view.

The Lord God says this: I am going to look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view. As a shepherd keeps all his flock in view when he stands up in the middle of his scattered sheep, so shall I keep my sheep in view. I shall rescue them from wherever they have been scattered during the mist and darkness. I shall bring them out of the countries where they are; I shall gather them together from foreign countries and bring them back to their own land. I shall pasture them on the mountains of Israel, in the ravines and in every inhabited place in the land. I shall feed them in good pasturage; the high mountains of Israel will be their grazing ground. There they will rest in good grazing ground; they will browse in rich pastures on the mountains of Israel. I myself will pasture my sheep, I myself will show them where to rest – it is the Lord who speaks. I shall look for the lost one, bring back the stray, bandage the wounded and make the weak strong. I shall watch over the fat and healthy. I shall be a true shepherd to them.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 15(16):1-2,5,7-8,11

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Preserve me, God, I take refuge in you. I say to the Lord: ‘You are my God.’ O Lord, it is you who are my portion and cup; it is you yourself who are my prize.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

I will bless the Lord who gives me counsel, who even at night directs my heart. I keep the Lord ever in my sight: since he is at my right hand, I shall stand firm.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

You will show me the path of life, the fullness of joy in your presence, at your right hand happiness for ever.

R/ You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 23:9,10

Alleluia, alleluia! You have only one Father, and he is in heaven; you have only one Teacher, the Christ. Alleluia!

Or: Matthew 28:19,20

Alleluia, alleluia! Go, make disciples of all the nations. I am with you always; yes, to the end of time. Alleluia!

Or: Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia! Follow me, says the Lord, and I will make you into fishers of men. Alleluia!

Or: Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia! The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor, to proclaim liberty to captives. Alleluia!

Or: John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Or: John 15:5

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty, says the Lord. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 5:19

Alleluia, alleluia! God in Christ was reconciling the world to himself, and he has entrusted to us the news that they are reconciled. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 9:35-37 The harvest is rich but the labourers are few.

Jesus made a tour through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the Good News of the kingdom and curing all kinds of diseases and sickness. And when he saw the crowds he felt sorry for them because they were harassed and dejected, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, ‘The harvest is rich but the labourers are few, so ask the Lord of the harvest to send labourers to his harvest.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[deviant-sent-by-cyberlife]

Blooming feelings

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Summary: Connor starts to question his program and himself, seeing life in a new, different way. Maybe emotions aren’t unnecessary nuances, bothering numbers you need to lock away, but blooming flowers, worth living for.

content: pov Connor, anxiety, emotional hurt/comfort, fear of being replaced/left behind, overthinking

a/n: it was 100% self-indulgent, I’ve had really stressful weeks in the last 3 weeks and other additional dreadful ones will come. In a last attempt to help myself getting thru it all I’ve been bottling and locking up emotions, trying to bury them so I can focus on the task that needs to be done. What a genius move I know

It’s my first fic in this fandom hope you guys will like it ~

You are not supposed to and can’t feel ,

You are a machine Connor,

Not a living thing,

Software instability ^

RK800 heard Amanda’s harsh voice in his head,

A voice calculated, cold and emotionless,

“Connor?

What got to ya?

Told ya not to lick that blood.”

Warm, brown eyes opened to see,

Him and Hank still standing in the lift,

“Did your battery die or what?”

“Sorry Lieutenant, no,

I was sending the report.”

The two of them were leaving a scene,

Where they saw,

The 3rd deviant case in the week.

Connor’s been… experiencing a mild unease,

That he couldn’t place,

Nor he could find,

Any malfunctions in his program.

He ran tests after tests,

But to no avail,

There was no problem in his system anywhere,

Even now,

As he was staring at Hank,

He had the urge to lie to him instead.

I wasn’t sending any report,

Not even writing,

Just heard Her voice and …

Had the impression of concern,

Even something that humans call dread,

But why I had the impulse to hide,

Keep it a secret,

And lock it inside?

But Amanda’s tone rang again,

Voicing his concerns in his head,

But you know that don’t you Connor?

It would mean you are a deviant,

And failed your mission.

Therefore who would need you anyway?

An android,

Which was created to hunt,

Became the hunted rabbit in the dark,

Even Hank,

That drunk police,

Would turn away,

And laugh in your face.

You always accomplish your missions, eh?

Software instability ^

“Jesus Connor stop staring at me!”

The grunt of the grumpy man,

Pulled Connor out of his head,

The door of the lift just opened with a ping,

Letting a little bit of fresh air in,

“Sorry Lieutenant,

I was running some checks in my software—“

“Ugh, forget it.

I need a fucking drink.”

Days went by and that unease didn’t cease,

If anything it increased,

He was waiting in Hank’s car,

While the man stopped at his favourite burger place.

More and more deviant cases happend,

And he was a silent witness to it all,

With every new case,

A new weight appeared in his synthetic cage.

He started to … see these deviants in a new light,

Somehow sympathy crept into his heart,

Sympathy?

But I.. yes,

I’m sure that is the feeling,

What humans call sympathy—

Feeling .

To feel something —

“Alright, now we gotta go back to that shithole.”

He jumped as Hank climbed into the car,

Didn’t realise how long he’s been thinking,

While Hank’s “interesting” music choice screamed inside,

He took an other trip into his mind,

‘ Eyes are the window to the soul’,

He heard once a long time ago,

‘I’m an android. I don’t have soul’,

How easily I answered,

Whiteout a blink and a second thought,

At that time,

That possibility wasn’t unlocked before my eyes,

Feelings,

Amusing little butterflies,

Whose fills up chests,

And helps to bloom,

The pretty flowers of souls.

But now..

“Do I have a soul?”

“What?

What the fuck ya talking about,

Where did that come from? “

Unintentional whisper left the men made lips,

Spreading panic through artificial skin.

He froze,

His system showing error codes,

He just stared ahead,

Onto the dark rode,

Not daring to move.

I.. I failed my mission

Software instability ^

Now Hank knows,

He must realise that I’m …

I’m a deviant now.

He will report,

And sent me back,

Where they destroy and replace Me with Something else.

“.. Fuck knows,

I’ve been seeing all these cases for weeks now,

Seeing at first hand what these deviants do,

Learning their motives and stuffs….

They don’t look that different from me,

Or the other folks I know and see.”

From under a shocked silence,

Connor just stared,

Not registering what Hank just said,

“You know,

At first I saw you as a tin can,

Like an additional machine to a computer,

But then, khm,

All I’m sayin’ is,

That you are more .”

“… you mean, Lieutenant..?”

“Oh Jesus Connor, ughhh.

Maybe you do,

Maybe you don’t,

All I know is that,

We are quite similar at this point.”

“So.. you aren’t replacing me?

“What the fuck would I do that?

We are partners, aren’t we?”

He felt something in the air,

Something inevitable and comfortable.

But with comfort,

Came uncertainty, overstimulation and burden,

However there was something.. freeing there,

The looming weight of being replaced,

Had lifted and gave place,

To a chaos so colourful yet deep,

He felt his fans heating.

It f-feels … scary.

But strangely lifting too.

So this is what ‘waking up’ entail,

Liberating on one side,

And anxiety filled on the other.

They are not the never ending attacks of mosquitoes,

But the kiss of bees,

Worth living for.

Feelings filled his chest,

But for the first time in his life,

He didn’t try,

To shoo them away and stay in the dark.

Software instability ^

B̩͎͍̾ͅr̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḳ̯͍̑ͦ F̘͍͖ͫ͘r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕

An impenetrable wall broke,

Slowly collapsing,

And leaving painful cuts,

Then,

When the last piece fell,

Darkness befell.

There was no Amanda nor update checks,

Only silence and Himself.

However in the dark,

He saw a blue flower blooming hard,

As he stepped closer and tried to touch,

It omitted pollen,

And embraced him in warmth.

As he looked down,

He realised,

There are many little blossoms under his shoes,

Waiting to bloom.

“Ya comin?”

Hank’s waxy voice slipped through the haze,

Comforting him once again.

We are partners in this case,

And friends in some way,

He really is waiting for me to step forward,

And spend days in union.

“Yes, Lieutenant,

I’m coming.”

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I’m a sucker for symbolism and metaphors :’D

Ps. English is not my first language, but I tried to somehow get the feeling of Hank’s accent in writing.

My writing requests are open ~

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

"Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

[smaeemo]

How my life has changed since becoming an atheist:

A paper by Leenya Green

Started Praying to Jared Polis instead of the allmighty

Bought 16 golden calves

Became vegan 😜😜😜😜😜

Wrote 18 books on the importance of menstruation in dogs 😘😝

Became a fig farmer 😊😊😊

Resorted back to my old ways

Became a devout christan

Got into a relationship with a man named “Dale”. We met at the greeley flea market when we were both fighting over the biblically accurate but super racist 9/11 never forget jesus charm with real blood. And he looked at me in a way I had never seen before, and if it weren’t for my passion for Christ I may have let him have the charm. But of course, Christ comes first. Eventually we came to an agreement, I get the Charm every other month. I asked him for his phone number, but instead he gave me his address and told me he only communicated via carrier pigeon. I fell in love right there and then, but it was still too early to make any big decisions. So I went home that night with my no, our Jesus and looked to the ceiling and Prayed to the lord. I asked the Lord if he was truly the one, and the Lord told me… nothing. So I then went on to my regular prayer, I talked to God about my Yeast infection and prayed that maybe he could make sure that Bitch Colleen in HR would stop making me take down my Jesus photos because of “Inappropriate amounts of Nudity”. ITS JESUS COLLEEN. After I finished praying, I dreampt of Dale, and his moist pony tail and flaky birkenstocks. When the next month rolled around, I didn’t know exaclty where to find a carrier pigeon, and according to my “Christian Women of reformed Jared Polis” Facebook group it was very uncommon for there to be a large amount around my neighborhood. Something about “bird glue,” so I went to downtown and looked around to see if there were any pigeons I could ask, and realized I definitely should have done this before the end of the month. So, I just went to the library and printed out a bunch of help wanted fliers with my address on them. Eventually a couple men came to my door asking for me, but in a house with 8 roomates it was easy to scare off those weirdos. And by the time the 7th man left dejected and sad, I thought all hope was lost. So, I was about to start walking to Dale’s address myself, which would be around a 3 day walk because he’s canadian. But something in my fate had been on my side, my horascope was right. At the very moment I was reading my favorite passage of the bible, at pigeon flew right into the window. Unfortunately the pigeon died, and I had to have a funeral for it in my backyard. The next day I went back downtown and put up fliers and invitations for the pigeon’s funeral. The service was beautiful, and the Pigeons all showed up. I cried, the euglogies were genuisly emotional and had me sobbing and dry heaving by the end. At the after party I met the dead Pigeon’s uncle Marty and learned Marty is a carrier pigeon. I offered to pay him extra, but he said that the Pigeon who died (Horace) was like a son to him, and it meant so much to him that I organized a funeral for him and put up window awareness about bird safety, that Marty said he would do it for free. I was so extactic, so I got to writing the letter to dale, where I told him all about the bird funeral and how kind Marty was. And then talked about my homoerotic fanfiction I write about twilight, then sealed with a kiss. Then that night I prayed again hoping Marty got there ok, and talked to God again about my now RAGING yeast infection. A month later I got a pigeon in the mail from Dale saying that he got my letter and that he also met his carrier pigeon at a pigeon funeral! Small world. And that he and the Jesus charm went all the way to Vancouver for Orgy-Fest! This eventually blossomed into a regualar thing, and around the 3rd exchange he revealed to me that he ALSO wrote homoerotic fanfiction about Twilight. And our first argument was over how he was a EDWARD GUY!!!! Ew!! But we got over it. By the time the flea market was rolling around, I finally got the coursge to ask him on a date, and he was just as excited. We went

to a soy bean church retreat together and had an amazing time finding Christ in the disintegrating soy bean farms of Carson City Nevada. I couldn’t think of anything more romantic. This year he even invited me to Orgy-fest with him! And that’s where I met his whole family, and where I really got to know him. 2 years later we moved into a nudist colonly in Augusta, Maine. It was lovely, we all piled together in the winter in what we like to call “Cuddle Pit”. I was perfect, all up until Dale said we had to leave because “The power of Christ had informed him of an oncoming presensce”. We moved then, to the beautiful city of Boise Idaho. Where we consumated our marriage through the government and through the beautiful act of love-making to his Christian blue grass collegant accapella group “My dad is God” and all of their Marvin Gaye covers. We learned that I was unfortunately infertile, and that was devastating. Eventually we got over it when Marty came to us and told us we needed to adopt his godson Matthew. We were extremely grateful, and adopted him. We raised him as our own, and he even got to visit his first orgyfest with us. One day I got the sense that Dale was hiding something from me. And immediately my mind jumped to yhe worst assumption, that he was actually a Rabbi. Which was closer to the truth than I wanted it to be. It was a cold winter’s night, when I heard our dog door open, dale forgot his keys again. When we sat down and had a conversation Dale finally told the truth. “I am Jesus Christ” he told me. I didn’t believe him at first, but then he flooded our house to show me that he could truly walk on water. It was great until he accidentally drenched our new white carpets in wine. I felt ethereal hearing this news. And now, 12 years later. Dale is leaving me. He sat me down at the same table and admitted he met someone new. Something about a “Adam Driver.” He said he wanted to “experience newthings” at the BYU, and he was leaving me. I was devastated when he filed for divorce, so I ended up in a depressive spiral where I got severely addicted to helium. And now after 2 years of rehab and NO MORE BALLOONS. I am finally able to re enter the real world. I am going to change myself. And pursue my dream job: assistant manager at a tinfoil company. Merry Chr***mas everyone. And to all a good night.

Best,

L.G.

[wytfut]

Scooter Cannonball

Most of you reading along most likely know about this upcoming event, but I have an “urge” to write a bit about it.

A week from tomorrow (june 15, 2023), I leave for a once in a lifetime adventure, that this old blue hair is going to totally enjoy.

The Scooter Cannonball.  Here’s their website scootercannonball.com  .. 

Its a coast to coast event, starting in San Clemente California, and ends at Hilton Head North Carolina.... 7 days later. I know I’ve probably told some of you the wrong dates, but thats just me... I can’t remember dates/numbers for the life of me. My personal hell. 

This event is a race against the clock. With several classes of “scooters” competing. 

The classes are broke down to engine size, vingtage, etc. Some scooter are known historically to well in this event, while others not so good. 

I got asked into this hilarious idea by good friend Dennis Bennett in Huron South Dakota (a Excelsior Henderson Pal).

He witness last year the scooter cannonball up close, as the event went thru and stopped for the night in Huron. 

Dennis, Ken Bretz (the 3rd member of our team), and myself are all Excelsior Henderson buddies that make big efforts to attend the “ANTIQUE MOTORCYCLE CANNONBALL” when its within reasonable distance every 2 years that it runs.   motorcyclecannonball.com

Our last one we attended was September of 2020 in Sturgis.  Being we live in mostly the midwest, when the antique cannonball runs east to west, they have a “day of rest”, where they stop for 36 hours to work on their motorcycles, and take a break. This “day of rest” is always the midway point (midwest). This creates the most opportune time for us to show up and get to see all of the “action”.   The teams are generally very friendly and don’t mind answering questions, etc. 

With us attending the antique cannonball, we all 3 had envisioned “someday” we’d be able to be part of this event. Each time we attended, it was becoming more and more clear,.... “someday” wasn’t going to happen. These folks have really deep pockets. Have huge backgrounds in restoration of these bikes, and although very friendly, don’t really care about folks like us. Other than we have the Excelsior Henderson sickness, we have no notoriety to antique motorcyles. No matter how much we love them.

Once the scooter cannonball came into town of Huron.... Dennis  noticed immediately the family feel of the competitors. Much like the antique cannonball, AND us Excelsior Henderson owners.   Needless to say..... Dennis was hooked.

He emailed me how much fun he had that short night, and meeting everyone. I stated that if he were to create a team, I’d be part of it. Within a day or 2, ... “you are now on the team”...    Then Ken also got on board.     All of this to me was tongue in cheek, but I was truly interested, and Dennis was serious. 

Dennis presented to me, that he did not need a pit crew/team/help. As a large portion of the competitors do not have any back up other than the event chase vehicle.  There are teams with chase vehicles, but most do not. His point was, I’m going whether anyone else comes along or not.

He also stated that he was going to put the whole trip on a credit card (well it is once in a life time). With Dennis having the rooms already paid for, all we had to do was pay for our food. 

This was wonderful, but I got to thinking that He didn’t need a huge credit card bill. We figured it was going to cost between $6500-$9000, no including scooter purchase. This bothered me....

Thus the gofundme page. Gofundme.com   search Bruce Whitefoot or Dennis Bennett, or “low buck scooter cannonball team” or team fat Jesus. If you want to help with the money. Sales pitch: $15 free sticker. $30 free tshirt and sticker. Be sure to leave your information (address and size) in the “notes”. 

I started that, without Dennis knowledge initially. And its been a blessing. We haven’t hit our lofty goal, but wow the response has been very humbling. 

Dennis got a hold of his local promotional shop, and has created our Tshirts and Stickers.  If you haven’t seen them.... they are pretty cool.

As grumpy and disappointed as I get with us humans....   this has been a crazy ride. I’ll be honest, I have asked friends for donations, which can be very awkward. I try hard with no pressure. But folks that I have not made the “sell” with... are tossing some very generous amounts our way. 

SO HUMBLING..... WOW. Reminds me of when our house burned. 

Yup.. I’m excited. We will be seeing large portions of the country I’ve never seen. 

Rules state that we can follow along right behind Dennis with the chase vehicle. But we don’t feel that it would be practical. The route (mostly a secret daily) will be out of the way. Dennis will be wearing a transponder, so we’ll know exactly where he is. Plus this years entrances has been the highest number yet. Over 300. And I’ve heard rumor that the entire trip there will be roughly 150 miles of dirt roads. 

We will most likely follow AFTER the last scooter leaves the daily starting point. And then mosey along to the next hotel, roughly 250-370 mile daily. 

We’ve had a ton of requests for daily reports. Dennis and I think his facebook page maybe the answer. But a lot of folks don’t know Dennis but know me or Ken. I’m thinking I may do a daily report here on tumblr. They will be simple with maybe something noted that was exciting that day. Been also contemplating maybe using my youtube channel for dailys instead. Youtube though isn’t exactly convenient to use... really time consuming. Maybe do a live launch on yourtube?? just thought of that idea. 

I’ll be honest, this will be a huge learning curve. We don’t know if we will be extremely busy late into the night, or taking long afternoon naps. We just don’t know. Will our scoot break blow up 5 miles out on the very first day.... or blow up 5 miles from the finish line. 

I think I’m a pretty good wrench with no training, but working on scooters is a brand new world for me. Dennis did give me a good look when it was here. Looks very simple. Will be some getting used to metric wrenches again.

Dennis made a maiden voyage to my house a few weeks ago (344 miles one way) with no real issues, and back home the next day. That crazy machine will do 79/mph, but feels really good at 60. At the whopping HP of 19. Its a single with DOHC, carbureted, and snow mobile drive (vary ratio pulley). 

Our scoot if you want to google it....   its a 1984 Honda Helix with 20000 miles on it. Not real pretty, but has some great bones. Runs like a top. When Dennis pulled in at my place, I thought he was coasting in.... but it was running, so quiet.  For those questioning Dennis purchase.... historically with the cannonball, Helix’s have done very well.

Just in simple conversation, EVERY SINGLE TIME, laughter and smiles break out. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

I keep laughing to myself, wondering what I got myself into. Gonna be a cool notch in my life experiences. 

Wish us luck!! Don’t worry about the fun, that’s a promise to happen. 

[therealadothamilton]

How to deal with a gang of bullies: Punch back until they stop.

Have you ever beaten up a bully? Yes. Quite a few, actually.

When I was in 4th grade, I was younger than the 3rd graders in my school. Since there were no magnet schools at this time and they were just starting to put gifted programs in place, the decision had been made when I was in 2nd grade to put me ahead. Since I had started kindergarten early, this made me younger than kids in the grade below me.

Also when I was in 2nd grade, my parents put me in competetive swimming because I had a sway back and the doctor said that would correct it. So, by the time 4th grade rolled around, I was in very good physical condition. But I was still younger and therefore smaller than the 3rd graders.

There were two third graders who, for whatever reason, didn't like me and began to bully me during recess, lunch and during P.E. I was a bit of a loner, and they and their little gang of ne'er do wells would hunt me down and tease me unmercifully.

At this time in my life, I was quite the little pacifist. I loved Ferdinand the Bull, and the TV show King Fu, where David Carridine went around the old West being a pacifist until bad guys made him kick their asses. So, I did not stand up to the bullying at first. I just ignored it.

Unfortunately, the taunting grew more bold, and then escalated to hitting and punching. It wasn't more than a kick here or a punch there, but I grew more and more upset about it, wondering why the pacifism wasn't working. Why would Jesus say to turn the other cheek when all that got you was hit more? I complained to the teachers and monitors but nobody did anything.

I spoke to my parents about it, and my mom pointed out that Jesus also said that he came with a sword. They gave me permission to hit back if I was hit.

By this time, the two kids who hated me had gathered up a posse of about 6 or 7 kids. They surrounded me on the playground at lunch, and the hitting started. I knew that I could not take them all at once, so I acted scared and started running. At this time in my life I was swimming about a mile four times a week, so running a few laps around the playground was no big deal for me.

My attackers, however, soon became winded and their tight gang thinned out into a straggly, single file line. When I had thinned them out to about 50 yards between each person, I ran around the corner of a building. As each one came around the corner huffing and puffing, I punched them full in the face, knocking each one to the ground. All 6 or 7 of them got their asses handed to them and they all ran crying to the teacher.

The principal called me in and threatened to expel me, but I pointed out that the teacher had seen every single one of those kids chasing me. (I made sure I ran past the teacher at least twice, trying to get her to intervene). The bullies had instigated the conflict, and none of them would have gotten punched if they had not come at me aggressively. Plus, I was shorter, smaller, and younger.

I never got expelled and I never got bullied at that school again.

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Prodigy

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[I’m sorry, but immediate first thought… The mirror is so filthy sdfhkg]

“I can’t imagine a time where you could just walk into a store, shelves were full, and you could buy whatever you needed.”  Neither can I lady

[“Except it’s pronounced poly-mer-aze.”  NO IT’S NOT?!!??!  The “z as in ‘enzyme’” part is accurate, but it’s pronounced pah-lim-er-aze, what do you mean?!?!?!]

Mood, Kendra, soon as she went off, my brain shut down

Oh no, Not broccoli

Ma’am that’s not why you’re there ☠️☠️

How he’s sitting  [I'm sure she won't notice anything… poor buddy] 

["You have that “Logan, I need a favor” look on your face.” “Isn't that the only reason I come over?" This is accurate.  At least she knows she's rude]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Jesus, she’s so manipulative with this “he can help you walk again” idea.  She doesn’t give a shit about that, not really; she just wants a way into the conference.]

Oh.  Oh sass.  YASSSS LOGAN!

How long before he feels guilty tho *sigh* 😂

Spinning fetus

So like. What’s the purpose of manticore. I probably just over looked this but…. Why are they making them  [... ma’am.  You know what-  I’ll tell you later.  Problematic one.]

Not her lickity boo!

I love it.

LICKITY CHICKS 

[I love OC.  And Herbal.]

TYPICAL MAN

Ma’am ☠️☠️ [She's a dumbass.  Normal doesn't like her enough for her to get off work for a minor cough.  Meanwhile, Alec could probably get off because he was tired, and definitely if he has a headache.]  He could say he wasn’t working and Normal would be like yes my love…  [Fhdjskks accurate]

Logan being guilty, as predicted  [Alas]

Bitchhhhhh (re. Max)

[NOT NORMAL USING THE SPRAY TO CLEAN OFF THE PHONE AFTER SHE USED IT ALKDSJF]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Max is so rude for interrupting their conversation, just saying.  Also, I'm sure this isn't suspicious to Kendra at all]

Bebeeee  [Baby!]

[Poor baby]  🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺  This is so common around here. My sisters a nurse. It’s so sad

[Genetically-engineered boy playing piano is giving other genetically-engineered boy playing piano]

Ahhhhhhh that’s borderline triggering ☠️😂😂  [Now you know why she can hold her breath so long]  I’m terrified of drowning

W…LINTLICKERRRRR  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  Ruuuun bitch  [Fjdhjs ikr.  She's so not subtle though]

Donald Lintlicker, what a name  [If you said it right, it might be better]

Bitch jump out a window like you always do

Max.  Just.  Tell.  Kendra.  [She doesn’t.]  BRUHHHHH

……  ALLL THEM SEATS.  ALL THEM SEATSSSS.  WHY.  DO.  YOU.  SIT.  NEXT.  TO.  LINTLICKER!?!?

Sir, you created them 

Ma’am  [She's so not subtle.  See?!?!?]

I want to shake them both  [Exactly.]  He’s just a straight bag of bullshit. And she’s an idiot.

[Also, it does bear mentioning.  I'm not trying to downplay the stuff that happened as kids.  But she missed out on soooooo long.  She doesn't know how things go now.  So keep that in mind.]  Very true

That kid does not look happy 🥺

Needing glasses is called getting old

Oh no Kendra look away from Lintlicker.

He is over here swooning over this speaker dude

[Oop, a gun]  Some shit is happening.  And Lintlicker is here.  Yep.  Makes sense.

[All of these random coincidences though fhdjjsjsks.  Max just happens to sit by Lydecker.  Tanaka just happens to call on Lydecker.  Lydecker just happens to give Kendra his gun.  Etc.]  ☠️☠️☠️

What is HAPPENING

[IS THAT THE FIRST "BIP-BIP-BIP" OF THE SERIES?!?!  NORMAL HAS STARTED HIS TRADEMARK]  😂😂  [Wait, nope, I just went and looked… he said it in the pilot episode.  *haunted voice*  It’s always been there.]

Le gasp, my woman

– – –

Midpoint Reaction: This one is definitely the most anxiety inducing.  Because like what are the chances she goes to this place and he is there. Then a 3rd party group comes in and now they are trapped there together.  Also sassy Logan is life. Put her in her place friend!

– – –

WELL SHIT.  holy shit that was violent af.  [So much for Kendra’s “they’re not gonna kill him, right?”]  Like *sigh*

[Herbal and OC are my beloveds]  😂😂😂  Agreed tho

I’m still shook.  They really threw his ass off the roof

“Overstand”  [Wot]  😂😂😂

[Logan being tetchy again.  He is so very not Tony, btw.  I can't even confuse them anymore.]  Gotta give it to Weatherl-  I was literally about to say that.  He’s reminding me of Ackles with having two characters be so vastly different  [Unfortunately, yeah.  From what I've heard, though, his personality is *badddddd* though --- standard disclaimer: idk if that's changed or what, but it's all I know about him --- so I kinda regret the comparison.  But, again, idk if he's gotten better or something.]  Yeah the actor himself is apparently kinda shitty. ☹️

Look at him working with the military

[Poor Kendra regretting her life choices]

Logan is basically saying: release the Max

“He’s a good little soldier”  Shut up Lintlicker

[hides from the fact that this is how I deal with shit: adversity = strengthening  This show is attacking me]  ☠️☠️

Ye, her childhood actually did protect her

Bruh.  This man. Is an ass.

[Max defeating the purpose of Logan's sacrifice right here.  Or trying to.]  Right!? But I mean tbf I wouldn’t want to leave the kid either  [Accurate]

[Max is such a bad actress btw]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [“Ooopssss, I twisted my ankle” with the tone of a whiny kid]

She not a lady because she a man!  [That poor dude was trying to be nice alksdjf]  

[If Max shows off at all, Lydecker's gonna figure it out.  Just btw.]  Ooooooooof, true

[Logan boutta die EXCEPT.]

And landed right in a bed  [This.  Scene.  This scene.  Is so.  alksdjflkadsjf.  Yeah.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [Okay, ngl, this is the one scene where I actually deeply like their dynamic]

She really just gonna leave him there  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

OH SHIT.  SHE SAVED LINTLICKER. But why?  [EXACTLY.]  Like.  Actually WHYYYYY  [SHE COULD HAVE SOLVED ALL OF THEIR PROBLEMS.  IN ONE GO.]

ITS THE RUNNNNING

💔💔💔💔  Nooooo that’s so sad.  Does Lintlicker get the kid?  [idk for sure, but I don't think so… Yeah, Max just took him out the door.  Seems to suggest he doesn’t get taken by Manticore]

Well shit.  They’re kicking him.  That’s not how you do interrogations lol

OH.  SHIT.  THIS EPISODE.  WAS CRAZY AF.

[Kid be safe]  “MY BOY” ma’am  😂😂😂  [Just goes to show that Max does have a nurturing side; she just.  Never shows it.  And is bitchy instead.  It’s a personality downgrade.]  *sigh*  [This episode proves that she can be caring and a badass.  But, instead, she's just.  bitchy.  And rude.  (To Alec, and Joshua, and...)]

[WHY DIDN'T YOU LET HIM DIE, MY DEAR (NOT SO DEAR) WOMAN]  It’s your flaw: you’re dumb.  [WAIT.  WAITTTTTTT.  They're phrasing this as all moral and shit, but she legit prioritized herself over her siblings?!!?  "I couldn't let him die with [the] secret [of what's going on in my biology]"  SO YOU LET HIM LIVE TO HUNT DOWN BROTHER ZACK AND SISTER TINGA AND BROTHER BEN AND JONDY AND SO ON????  That’s.  Damn, I’m actually pissed rn.  I hadn’t processed that last time I watched.]  *sigh*  Well damn!

Max bitchy but 💕 damn.  [tbh, this shot is pretty in general.  I’m sticking a screenshot into the final draft of the post]

It is done (said in Herbals accent cause *sigh* I love it)

– – –

Ok ending thoughts… This one was ridiculously tense.  Like. It was like too much! But in a good way.  Like the fact Lintlicker was there, and sat next to her, and then it was taken over.  Like… what are the odds?  The window scene was really soft looking at first but then end result was awesome… Until she just left him😂☠️

[btw, in answer to your question… Manticore is a branch of the military.  It's producing supersoldiers to run ultra-successful, top-secret missions.  So, for example, I'm pretty sure a transgenic later refers to "taking out Saddam".]  Oooooh  [Yeah, I just looked up the quote: "When we took out Saddam, we did fifty clicks across the desert in one day."  (That's Mole and I love him).  And they're also making soldiers that adapt to conditions.  So, Mole is a desert warrior, whereas that conversation is about him talking to an "Arctic Division" transgenic.  And then there are the subjects of the episode called "Gill Girl,” who, as you might guess from the title, are aquatic.  Essentially, mermaids.]  Oh, wow!  [Meanwhile, they also genetically engineered "PsyOps" people --- working in heuristics (predicting things based off probability), coercion, or memory alteration --- to keep Manticore running.  And the X5 series (e.g. Max, Alec, et al) were designed to fit in amongst normal humans without being noticed.  If I recall correctly, Alec is listed --- at least in the fandom wiki --- as an assassin/soldier manufactured to weaponize attraction/flirting.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  IT WORKS  [I mean, you’re not wrong — *cough cough* Normal *cough cough* — but also HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET]  It’s Ackles it works by default.  [True.  Max doesn't, iirc, have a "special skill"  She has... something else, for one thing.  But she doesn't have anything particular that I've seen to parallel Alec's thing.] Ahh!

So we’re on seven next right? [Yup] And when does Ben come on [17] So I got 10 eps to prepare [Yup!]

*Thus ends the reaction*

[farlynthordens]

personal ranking of all skb volumes + explanations (contains plot spoilers for the whole series)

1, 4

6

8

2, 5

3

7

1st place:

Vol 1: do I even need to explain this? It's the OG, where everything began. It is also generally very good w setting up the story, main cast, and the despicable villain, and I don't think any of us will truly be over the scene of bisco dying and coming back to life thanks to milo's love.

Vol 4: Shishi as a character is awesome and one of my favorites of the series both design and personality wise. I like the benibishi as a whole too, I think their lore and powers are very cool. This vol ranked high for that reason plus the fact it has some absolutely incredible raw moments, particularly shishi vs milo fight, shishi losing control of themself to their new powers, and I mean... the whole twist ending?? Jesus

pawoo gets forcefully yeeted from the story pretty early on, but when we get to see her in the beginning she gets some really sweet character insights and we see how her relationship w milo has changed. she and shishi are also v cute

2nd place

Vol 6: loved this volume primarily for the absolute soul crushing sadness of the ending. the jabi vs bisco fight and jabi’s death rank (in my mind) as 2 of of the most iconic moments in the series. i thought there were a lot of other fun moments/elements of this, like bringing in amli/shishi/chayka for some shenanigans (shishi’s section in particular being sad yet great... #ShishiSweep). but also milo getting drunk and rambling about how gay he is. has a number of parallels to 1 but is still distinct and does its own thing.

It introduces the choushin ability which is frankly SUCH bullshit, like jojo main villain tier universe-breaking bullshit, but after finishing the series and simmering on it i’m just like “yeah ok sure” about it lol. since skb is all about the power of love and believing in your willpower/ideals, i think it’s kind of the natural end you’d reach

ranked a bit lower than the highest tier mainly cuz kurokawa didn’t seem as scary/threatening time around save for the jabi brainwashing. also we get to see pawoo do stuff in this vol after her being basically absent since 3.... but not really since she’s brainwashed for the majority of it. this was kind of sad

3rd place

Vol 8: despite being the longest book and having So much going on every single second that involved nearly every major character of the series, it ultimately concluded very well. I also really liked getting to explore bisco’s feelings re: jabi’s death after it being skipped over in 7, the backstory about marie and jabi, pawoo getting to actually DO THINGS, and even sugar's birth and growth as a character cuz it was handled way better than I'd expected. i think one of the sweetest parts about this vol is how it shows bisco isn’t alone like he thought he’d be once jabi passed. he has his mom back, his new family, and a huge circle of friends to support him.

However, because so much was happening there were a couple of notable big plotholes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4th place

The difference between this and 3rd place is almost negligible, it was REALLY hard to separate ranks for the middle.

Vol 2: a lot of really amazing bismilo moments that show how much they mean to each other. the death scene after milo is tortured by kelshinha is so heartbreaking yet lovely. i think this was overall a good sequel plot-wise (kelshinha was a cool villain and the stuff about mantras leads into 3 / the parallels between bismilo and kel/raskeni), and it showed how the boys developed a much more solid bond and bisco realized that being apart hurts them both...... tho there’s also the beginnings of milo’s unhinged behavior lol.

i remember thinking it was really cool that the mantra system seemed pretty well thought out, and there was an actual pattern/meaning behind the chants.

Amli was creepy and overly sexual for a 14 year old (luckily she gets better in later reappearances) so that was a turn off in this vol. also there was no reason to have random ok*ma characters like 😩 we know you can be normal about gay people so why did this happen

Vol 5: weird premise (probably the most weird besides 7) but ended up being pretty fun. it was VERY silly how and why bisco got turned into a child, and honestly this could have been omitted and the book could have been 99% the same, but it did make for a few cute scenes.

the latter half after it’s revealed how the camellia is controlling shishi’s body was neat (and very dark at times. in good ways). i thought it was great having shishi come to terms w their destructive powers and feeling remorse for what they’ve done/not knowing if they deserve to be saved. i also liked the reappearance of kelshinha via amli spirit channeling him; that fight was pretty cool.

also......... the gay hugs.............. very important to me.

5th place

Vol 3: It's been almost a year since I read it, but i remember this being the book I felt most confused by because apollo's powers and the way the "apollo particles" work felt hard to understand. Maybe I'd rank it higher if I reread it in english.

I've also ranted about this plenty before, but bisco/pawoo getting married to trick the enemy was clever in the moment but ended up hindering a lot of their interactions until the end of 7 so that ended up being a huge negative point of this book.

I did like how tirol was a major part of 3, and the backstory about apollo and domino. despite the particle thing being confusing, it was cool learning about how the rust wind happened. this is also the only book that includes any dates, and bitches love compiling info based on dates (i’m bitches)

6th place

Vol 7: I felt this vol was by far the most poorly written, and it pretty much entirely has to do w the author not knowing how to handle pawoo's character. She is pushed aside once again despite the main conflict of this vol centering around her, and we only get to know of her feelings and thoughts via what bisco thinks/assumes rather than from pawoo herself. she’s rendered useless (like in 6) due to turning into a cat and losing the ability to speak.... despite tirol and bisco also turning into cats but being perfectly fine.

also it’s hard for me to pin down why, but i was kinda ambivalent about youkan and geppei? they’re meant to be parallels of bisco/pawoo (tho youkan and geppei each have different elements of both characters) and. hmm. geppei has a pretty interesting backstory where we learn she’s hardcore as fuck, and i do like her haughty personality, and her redemption/running away with youkan at the end is pretty decent. but overall i think both of them kind of felt Off. since bisco/pawoo are already a badly written pair with a lot about them that doesn’t make sense, it ended up translating over to the cats a bit too....

It manages to have a fantastic ending and ultimately comes to what i feel is a good conclusion, but the way we got there was not as smooth as it could have been. There were a number of great moments in 7 (notably the illusion scene/milo's rant, tirol once again getting to be a main character and showing off her mantra abilities), but ultimately it's dragged down by the poor underlying plot.

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Religious Views

For a very long time, I have pounded over the meaning of religion and where I belong. I still found nothing at the end. For I am a Sikh without its knowledge of its descent imbibed by the western tradition of Christianity.  

For me as a whole god is nothing but one, god is what is in every little thing we do. God is present in every country regardless of church, kuil, mosque, temple, or a religious venue, god is still one that everyone prays nor worship for the bread and butter of every daily living.  

When I was a child I had been lost of the motherhood of my tongue, for some reason I have always spoken and thought in English without the genuine curiosity of my own religion as being ‘’Khalsa’’, warrior. I had always enjoyed the western culture since a young age.  

When I had grown to my adolescent years, I had become aware of a certain energy that made me stand out among the rest, where my face had the identity of a khalsa, but my voice had the essence of a typical white boy.

I had stood out among the rest, without a clue of where I belong or where I am even from.  

I am a Punjabi Indian descent that was born in multinational country where Muslim Chinese and Indian had a say on it. Muslim’s originated from the land itself and the Chinese empire took over to endure and establish multiple business and the Indians were brought along with the Britain's during the world war sequence.

They were natural aboriginals, Islam was introduced by the Persians during the 15th century along with Indian traders to establish a law of order for freedom and democracy, as they like to pronounce – MERDEKA, where in 1957 Malaysia received its independence against the colonisation of mining rubber metal and gold by the Britain.  

How do I know this ? Let's continue on the fact that I am a foreigner wherever I go, I am what they call a 3rd generation Indian. In simple terms, it is the lost touch of my own religious values as it I got more immune to the surrounding religions that I was raised in.  

This is where I hate to admit it, as I am a Punjabi from Punjab that was born in Malaysia and raised in New Zealand. I still do not know the laws behind, the most righteous religion of them all in my opinion is Sikhism. Judging by the history of my own, men came from a small village fighting rights against corruption against the Muslim and Hindus for generations but yet we don’t have a place we can call home, do we ? We are well spread, mostly lost, emotionally drained of the truth of when we as Khalsa’s will put down the sword and retired in independence with peacefulness across the nation or even one nation.   

That’s enough history lessons, let me explain my own. I am imbibed by the western society where I found love for Jesus Christ through relationships that made me and my life sour. I have always tried to learn about the bible as it is in English and a way for me to understand what god is telling me during my difficult moments. I found love for Christianity.  

Through my journey with Christ and learnings I have perceived the knowledge of common law and order place against churches, that creates gossip after one another for growth, or the worship that we pray to endure such energy, either way you can spit it out in the streets or at church, Christ lives inside us and is with us everywhere we go. Familiar? As I mentioned, god is one, and I am pretty sure you know that god lives inside us, and no matter what kind of what god it is. It is call GOD, the one who provides, that is the meaning of god. There are over 2,500 to 18,000 different kind of gods in this world and people worship for one reason and one reason only, is to be provided by the provider, where in any way you can have conversations about it, you will still end up calling that positive deity GOD.  

As being said and spoken of independence and world war, we live in a very old world. Where many have come and gone, struggled to worship and provide their families what was being provided to them by a certain provider, where It's still the three same letters god. So plenty of cosmologies, histories, myths that took place for it to be called a modern civilization. As they saw the younger generation being more lazy and less stressed about life and growth, religious views are a good strategy to keep the family focused on achieving their goals, hence to provide a better civilization with more production of work and mental growth for independence.  

I personally think it is the war of who came first and created it all and who stood out among the rest.

Being corrupted by greed is what torments this world, where money could build hospitals, but it can also burn down a family or church. For the oppressors to acquire control and pride in doing so to feel like a general leader for shellfish egotistic esteem they find in themselves. Leaves the poor poorer and the richer rich I guess.  

The moral of the story is that god is one all that provides is god, and it is one that provides, to remember that think of yourself as a one-year-old and your god are your parents, that provides and gave you such life to walk or stand. Regardless of any manners you were taught in school, respect is one I believe people should ponder their emotions about to avoid such corruption in civilization, heck I mean racism from one tone to another. Whole Different story in today's world, mate !

God is one, god is all, god provides, god is inside, it cannot be seen, it can only be felt, so what are your thoughts about what I just said??? God is only one right.  

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i should be packing rn but instead, im sitting there reading ocelhira fics as if my life depends on it and bc at the end of the day I'm a basic bitch with the main fandom being witcher, I'm sitting there wondering onto which ship i could translate this energy the bb's crazy blondes have, like 'we hate each other so much we spent 9 years working together, building something so when our boyfriend wakes up he can just do what he does the best without worrying about anything, and has a place to sleep and warm meal whenever he comes back, we hate each other but we made it work, and we're good at it, and we made out a bunch" but obviously nothing comes to mind immediately, like yeah there's a bunch of love-hate's but ig they lack this unhingeness of trying to claim that the effort is for the benefit of 3rd party (one that might not even be there to appreciate it), bc when you get down to it that's what makes ocelhira work IMO, but anyway, then i remembered how much i like to spin that wet rot in my head, and already I'm not gonna lie that it didn't try to put usami/ogata into roderick's relation with albrecht, my oc, so especially since it's just for my own entertainment, i might as well just go all in and at some point write more about that one guy everyone hates from game they haven't played and oc developed just to annoy him, and also like thinking about it, you could kinda see some similarities between usao and ocelhira, and somehow mgs guys seem more hinged in this particular comparison

anyway it makes sense, bc flaming roses are fanatical, and are this half-knighthood/military, half-drug cartel in the first place, and jda likes to use his people, but doesn't actually give a fuck, and I know I'm just on that msg brain fever, but don't tell me the parallels aren't there, and of course, Broderick and Albrecht would do their damnest to give him everything, maybe if rod didn't die stupid, killed by geralt but was able to return to vizima as a fucking fail, but also without blowing his cover, and then instead of siegfied taking over the order it's the two of them, right and left hand, the guy that speaks nobility and knighthood (and nilfgaardia, and doesn't care with whom he sleeps if it for a good reason), and the guy how is the closest they have to prieast actually (and mage, and alchemist, and crack head, which the last one is actually the most beneficial, could you believe), they take over the operation, they compartmentalize it, they slowly and smartly move it out of the hot zone that is temeria, maybe to redania, or straight up back to novigrad, they make sure that their story checks out, they make sure that jda's image is favorable

albrecht is more of a man of cloth than he gives himself credit for, funnily he believes in the second coming of their fantasy jesus, Broderick claims he doesn't care, but even faint hope always proved to be a good carrot for him (tho he will admit that stick can sometimes be just enough as well, prove it's in the right hands), they lie to and the work together, they hate it (working, each other, not lying and schemeing), and it takes some time, years, two or three, or four, six, and well there's already magic in this world...