#judas right before he kissed jesus

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moments before disaster

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Judas/Jesus

Summary by Clock

Judas sold Jesus to the Romans for 13 pieces of silver. He signaled the Romans and marked out Jesus amongst the disciples with a kiss. (He could have just pointed and said "that's Jesus" but he decided to kiss Jesus one last time.) He later hung himself, the 13 pieces of silver laid unspent by his feet.

Lelouch/Suzaku

Summary by Anonymous Contributor

szll is already iconic but I'm just going to list all their betrayals (and perceived betrayals) as a refresher:

(first, for context, one thing you gotta understand is lelouch, leader of the rebellion who believes ends justify the means, is also the discarded prince of the empire he's fighting against. suzaku, rising knight of the empire who believes means have to justify the ends, is the son and killer of the prime minister of the country being oppressed. this is PEAK narrative foils and enemies-to-lovers recipe right there.)

- lelouch and nunnally were sent to japan as political hostages. britannia takes over japan quickly after and lelouch, knowing how much japan means to suzaku, promises to destroy britannia. suzaku should be angry at britannia! lelouch will free them!! except years later he learns that suzaku is now WORKING for the empire? he's becoming a KNIGHT for the empire, betraying his own country and their shared hatred for britannia. what the fuck, what happened to principles, suzaku? this is lelouch's first (perceived) betrayal.

- lelouch (accidentally) kills euphemia, the only princess who's trying to make peace with the japanese, the princess that suzaku is knight of, the princess suzaku LOVES and lelouch adores. now yes, this was an accident, but lelouch ROLLS WITH IT and lets suzaku and the rest of the world believe that it was intentional, thus fully driving that knife deep. he never tells suzaku this was an accident. this is suzaku's most painful betrayal.

- suzaku finds out lelouch is zero, leader of the rebellion, and turns him in to his evil dad, emperor of the empire, in exchange for becoming a knight of round (the highest military status). now if you count akito the exiled as canon, this also means sending lelouch to be BRAINWASHED into serving the empire as a master tactician before R2 happens. suzaku monitors him all throughout, watching lelouch destroy nations and praise the empire against his own principles.

this is just season one of code geass. this doesn't even touch how suzaku is also forced to betray his own loyalties/principles sometimes whenever the "live" geass that lelouch condemns him with acts up. how suzaku would monitor lelouch and keep deceiving him that rolo is his beloved sibling, not nunnally. etc etc.

AND YET despite all of this, code geass culminates with them SWEARING LOYALTY to each other, with lelouch becoming the demon emperor and suzaku becoming his right-hand man, the knight of zero. lelouch becomes a tyrant that suzaku is destined to kill. lelouch brings peace to the world but will never be able to live in it. he will always be remembered as the dictator, the scourge of the world. suzaku atones for all his sins by being reduced to a heroic symbol, by being punished to kill his best friend and never becoming suzaku the person ever again. with the "live" geass, he is cursed to never die, never to escape, always bearing both of their sins -- the eternal punishment he has been seeking. and by killing lelouch, he is able to avenge euphemia in the end, and bring the peace all three of them desired.

code geass is a hot mess but there is poetry in their betrayals. they are thematically bound to live this tragedy, and that is why they are iconic. the ending of code geass is well-known and highly regarded as one of the most iconic endings ever, and it can only ever be so because it stands on the love and loss and betrayals of suzaku and lelouch.

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67 if the steddies is still open!!!

HELLO THERE! Hi! Sorry this took a second, but it is here. And it certainly is something. #67 on my Spotify Wrapped is Judas by Lady Gaga The following blurb is rated a Hard M/Soft E. There is religious fuckery, daddy kink, hand kink, and spit. (Isn't there always with me?) Anywhozle, minors DNI. Everyone else, Enjoy.

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Eddie loves Sundays. Sundays are great. He has time to lay down a few new guitar tracks, he gets high at noon, lounges around his house in his boxers. Sundays are great. Lately, Eddie gets something better than all of that though.

He gets Steve Harrington, pent up and in his Sunday best.

Eddie fucking loves Sundays.

He checks his watch, 12:15. Lovely. Steve should be here any--Eddie smiles to himself when he hears the soft knock at his front door. His soft boy.

Eddie waltzes over, pulling the front door open and Steve's eyes--big and wide--meet his own.

"Hi." Steve breathes as his eyes run up and down Eddie's shirtless tattooed chest. Eddie holds back a laugh, but can't stop the smirk when Steve's eyes go wider when he drags his gaze over Eddie's half hard cock in his boxer--He was tracking a bad ass song. So he got a little excited. Kill him. Steve's eyes snap back up to Eddie's.

He has a staring problem, Eddie's boy does. Eddie grabs him by the waist, Steve letting out a soft hum as Eddie pulls him inside. Sweet little thing.

"Hi baby boy." He says before pulling Steve in for a kiss. It's not even anything, a quick thing. Eddie has done much worse to his baby, but Steve whimpers. Melts into it.

So, church was rough today then.

Eddie can work with this.

He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into Steve's soft mouth, past his pink lips. Steve's lets out a noise between a sigh and a moan. Whines when Eddie pulls away, chasing after his lips.

Eddie leans back, grabbing Steve's face. Steve leans into his hand, hums. Eddie runs his finger over his cheekbone, delighting in the red blush running over his pretty face. He cocks his head, "Rough service?"

Steve shakes his head, still leaning into Eddie's touch. "D'wanna talk about it. Just want you." Steve jerks his head out of Eddie's hold and leans forward, trying for a kiss and Eddie clicks his tongue against his teeth, dropping his hold of Steve completely.

Eddie makes his way back to his sofa and Steve just stands by the door, eyes wide, frown wider. "I--Eds please." He breathes.

Eddie throws the strap of his guitar over his back and levels Steve with a sharp look. "Please what baby boy?"

"I--I need--" He stutters and Eddie raises an eyebrow. "I need you, daddy."

Oh. Steve only pulls that out when he's particularly down. Eddie tries his best not to smirk. His pretty baby will get what he needs, always does.

"I know you do, precious. But, I need to get this guitar tracking finished. So why don't you come over here and wait while I do?"

Eddie watches as Steve pouts. Perfect pink lip jutting out. Eddie sighs, "Stevie, you better put that bratty little lip away right now. You wanna be good, don't you?"

Steve straightens up and nods. Lets out a breathy "Yes."

Eddie smiles at that. "There's my good boy. C'mere, kneel in front of me. I want you to watch."

Steve is quick, doesn't even bother to take off his suit jacket as he rushes over. Eddie is quicker, throws a pillow down, before Steve can hurt himself on the damn hardwood.

"Jesus, baby." Eddie breathes. "Be nice to yourself."

Steve just kneels, eyes locked on Eddie's, doesn't speak. Doesn't want to. He is a man of little words on Sunday afternoons. His stupid fucking church ruse takes everything out of him.

Eddie hums, leaning forward to run a hand through Steve's hair, before he settles back into the sofa and hit the record button on his mac. This song is intense. Heavy guitar, he loses himself in it, like he is wont to do. Things couldn't be better for Eddie, he's got a successful music career and a fucking angel at his feet.

It's over before he knows it. He looks to Steve, still dutifully kneeling on his pillow. Eddie expects Steve's eyes to find his, like they always do, but Steve isn't looking for eye contact. He's looking at Eddie's hands. He watches as Steve's eyes track his fingers as he pulls off the guitar, sets it on the couch. Steve's eyes follow. Eddie smirks.

He snaps his fingers and that's what does it. Steve's eyes jerk up.

"Whatcha thinking about baby?" Eddie asks.

Steve just hums. "Your hands--fingers. Want 'em."

Eddie smirks, patting his lap, come here baby boy."

His boy scrambles up, quickly sitting in Eddie's lap, he leans forward for a kiss, which Eddie allows, before he leans back running his thumb across spit slicked lips. Steve's mouth drops open, tongue lolling out and Eddie--well.

Eddie pulls, forcing Steve's mouth to open wider and spits. Steve moans, but doesn't swallow. Knows not to.

"God, you are such a good boy." Eddie growls as he plunges to fingers into Steve's mouth, running them over his tongue, mixing his and Steve's spit. He pushes them back, into Steve's throat, "Swallow baby."

Steve groans as he swallows around the fingers in his mouth. Eddie can feel his cock through his dress pants. Today will be fun.

Eddie pulls his fingers out, watches as Steve's tries to lean forward, pull them back in. He taps at Steve's cheek, rubbing the spit up and down his pretty cheek.

Steve whimpers. "Oh my god."

Eddie laughs, darkly. "Mm no baby, God's not here."

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Jesus is my virtue, and Judas is the demon I cling to.

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 6

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eddie munson absolutely has an ass. it’s small, but it’s there. robin owes him 5 bucks.

steve knows it exists because he’s staring at it. right now. has been for the past five minutes. from his slouched position on eddies bed. 

eddie seems resolute in staying as far away from steve as possible, like that raccoon he saw by the dumpster last week, all on edge, with little hands.

he's talking though, one of those rambling eddie speeches. he used to half listen to them in high school. half listen to the cute angry dork across the lunch room. look how far they’ve come hey? who woulda thought? 

‘you’ve been quiet for too long, i’m getting worried’ eddie says going for light but he sounds really nervous. steve is in half a mind to look behind him, see if theres some entity in the room thats causing it. surely it can’t be steve?  

‘oh? don’t mind me just enjoying the view, carry on with your tinkering’ 

eddie rolls his eyes but stops messing with the buttons on his tape player. finally letting the judas priest album play at low volume. ‘ugh, i’m not tinkering’ he crosses his arms. stubborn sassy fucker. 

‘what are you doing then? come over here.’ steve holds a hand out, wants eddie to sit near him again, close, like they are in his car. 

‘no, ah, nah. um, i’m good. i’m ye i’m, good over here.’ eddie leans an elbow on the dresser and leans into one hip. the epitome of uncomfortable 

steve snorts, flaps his hand to gesture eddie forward. ‘come ooooon man. what are you so afraid of?’ 

that snaps eddie out of it. 

he huffs and throws his arms up, all lanky limbs and pointy elbows. ‘because i’ve never fucking done anything like this before man!’

steve is a little spooked honestly, thought they were nearing the same page since eddie invited him inside and all. ‘anything like what?’ he just wants them to sit next to each other…

maybe hold hands. 

‘you know steve. come on! we’ve been, like, flirting or whatever and that leads to.. stuff!’

oh sweet relief. verbal confirmation of eddie knowingly sending steve insane. ‘thank god! i knew you were flirting back! but you kept running away!’ now steve has his hands up too. but also silently sending out a quick one the the big guy upstairs, nothin better then the people he likes liking him back. 

‘yeah because you’re you! and i’ve never done it before! never done anything!’ hands akimbo once again. like a little flappy bat. the cute kind, not demo. obviously, yeesh. 

steve can’t help but shrug. relaxing back onto the bed. that’s all? they could’ve been holding hand for weeks! ‘that’s okay, i don’t care’

‘well i do!’ eddies cheeks are a little blotchy and his eyebrows are scrunched. he’s so frustrated. it’s cute but voicing that thought probably isn’t going to help the situation right now. we’ll pin it “tell eddie he’s cute after freak out.” yeah, good. 

‘ok. i mean all you need to do is say if you don’t like something, then we do some thing else.’ it’s simple, always is. yet everyone seems to get so weird about it. 

‘but, ugh. but, what if you touch me and realise you don’t actually like me.’ eddie says and looks a lot less frustrated now and a lot more just pouty. steve can work with that. 

‘i doubt that so much. you’re hot eddie.’

eddie gapes at him, but again he’s a stubborn fucker. ‘what if i’m really bad at kissing, get spit all over your face.’

‘hot.’ steve shrugs again. and he’ll keep shrugging. shrug eddie into getting how utterly chill them making out could be. 

‘what if i sit in your stupid lap and bust in like 5 second huh? that really the kind of guy you want?’

‘sure, sounds hot.’

‘jesus you’re so annoying.’

but he’s smiling. 

steve smiles back. ‘will you come here now? i wanna hold your fucking hand.’ 

eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth. so shy! about holding hands! steve’s going to eat him whole! 

‘careful stevie or i might start thinking you’re desperate.’ eddies grinning, in that sharp jaw all teeth way. brat.

‘and what if i was huh? hm? what you gonna do about it mun-son?’

steve stretches out on the bed, settling his hands behind his head. feels his shirt ruck up and he shifts so his jeans slip down and little. waistband of his boxers absolutely on display, along with a little peek of hipbone and happy trail. 

eddie goes bright pink and cherry sweet again. 

‘come hold my hand ed’s. pretty please?’ 

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 3 (eddie) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 7 (eddie)

gonna go for one more part besties then we might be done

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sry if i missed on tagging anyone too mwah

[briebysabs]

Noda from twitter said that Johann is the Judas of VnC and sent me down a spiral. Because one of Jesus’ missions was to convert sinners and spread the good news. You can interpret that as Vanitas’ whole healing curse-bearers thing. Assume then that Vanitas is Jesus. Bear with me pls. We can also assume Johann spider reveal will be the first turning point before everything goes to shit. Tipping the chain of events that’ll lead to Vanitas dying. What I mean by this is Judas betrays the squad. What’s funny is that Monsieur Spider is working with Ruthven and the extremist chasseurs aka the Church. Now, Judas betrayed Jesus mainly for greed. And it’s possible Johann, if spider, is being paid by Ruthven.

Btw when Judas goes to betray Jesus it’s described as “Satan entered him”. This could like the times we’ve seen Johann’s mask slip and he shows his crueler side. But it’s also a large belief that Judas was trying to scam the chief priests and get back at the Roman government. Judas very much believed in the coming of a mighty Messiah to free them from the Romans but Jesus was being too weak. He thought Jesus needed a little push in the right direction. So he betrayed him, expecting Jesus to perform a miracle and disappear like he always does. That didn’t happen and Jesus got condemned to death. Some ppl think that’s why he returned the 30 pieces of silver. This isn’t explicitly stated in the bible but simply popular theories people have.

Because this wasn’t the plan. Johann could be doing all this to get back at a society who’ve shunned dhams, his family. Initially I said Dante is Jesus but that’s saying he’s betraying Dante. Which I don’t think that’s the case but Dante will get wrapped up into it. So I guess you could still make an argument. He could kiss Dante as an apology , I could see him blowing a kiss at Vanitas to be a bitch. He’s made it very clear he isn’t a fan of him. But now it’s...what comes next?

Because Judas commits sui@ide. I don’t think it’s beyond Mochijun to write smth like that. If Dante or Richie or both die because of his involvement in all this, it’s not impossible. In PH, Alice did technically off herself to protect Oz and Alyss. And we did come back from hiatus to a flashback of Astolfo attempting so I cannot say it’s beyond her. Finally the traitors’ names begin with a J. Imma leave it at that.

[assmaster-8000]

OKAY NOW THAT IM FINALLY FREE PREPARE FOR MY ASKS TO STEADILY FLOW IN BECAUSE YOU GET ME™️ was having thoughts about waking up to cécile thanks to your artwork (other things were going on that didn’t involve sleeping anndkss) but idk something about the softness of that vs him is just…it does something to me okay

also having thoughts about him fighting the urge to look at you in a certain way while you interact with gael

also having thoughts about taking advantage of him being off duty

and your tags on my fic meant sooo much to me, thank you again I’m so happy you liked it, talking to you about him made me think how important picking up on his body language would be for your mental sanity, and you’d have to be damn good at it too

no literally!!!! waking to cécile KILLS ME BECAUSE OF THAT ONE ASKKKK 😭😭😭👊👊👊👊

nsfw mention in the last paragraph

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CÉCILE DOESN'T SLEEP THE WHOLE NIGHT BECAUSE HE'S TOO ENAMOURED BY THE VULNERABILITY YOU'VE SHOWN HIM BY FALLING ASLEEP IN HIS BED AND THE VULNERABILITY YOU'VE PRIED OUT OF HIM FOR EVEN LETTING YOU BETWEEN THE SHEETS?????? OR MAYBE HE'S SCARED AS IN SO VERY SCARED OF THE WAY YOU'VE DESTROYED HIM BEYOND REPAIR BECAUSE NOW THAT HE'S HAD YOU HE'S GONNA KEEP WANTING YOU TILL HE HAS ALL OF YOU AND THAT THOUGHT IS MORTIFYING TO THE CLOSED, HOLLOW HEART OF HIS??? OR MAYBE HE HASN'T SLEPT NEXT TO SOMEONE IN SO LONG THAT THE FEELING OF YOUR BODY IS TRULY FOREIGN TO HIM AND HE CAN'T HELP BUT LEARN ALL OF YOU EVEN WHEN, OR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP????????????? WHAT THA FARRKKKKK i think the first night with cécile is gonna be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 because he's denied you for so long that he just... snaps. he snaps and he'll have you no natter what. but after the sex, after the passion? he's angry, shocked— scared. what have you done to him? and he has to get up early in the morning because he can't stand the thought of you seeing him like this past the lust BUT HE STAYS ANYWAYS UNTIL YOU WAKE UP. IM SICK. IM FUCKING SICK. RAVENSTAR DEVS ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME CRY?? CÉCILE IS ALL DRESSED AND CLEANED UNTIL YOU WAKE UP AND KNOWING ACTS OF SERVICE IS SEWN INTO HIM, HE MIGHT HELP YOU FRESHEN UP BEFORE HE GOES OFF TO WORK. HE'LL SAY IT'S BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO WITH YOUR ' GRAVE INABILITY FOR DECORUM' AND MAYBE SO BUT CÉCILE, FOR ALL HIS CUTTING FORTHRIGHTNESS, HAS THINGS HE CAN NEVER ADMIT. SO HE'LL ALLOW HIS GAZE TO LINGER ON YOU BEFORE HE GOES BACK TO FIGHTING OFF AN UNBIDDEN DESIRE (DESIRE? LUST? NEED? HE DAREN'T THINK OF THE OTHER DIRTIER WORD BEGINNING WITH 'L')

ahem. pardon my french i got a little carried away! also a certain way goes so many ways here LOL i think for the most part he'd just be looking at you like you're a roach buzzing around gael. his master is a respectable and noble man and you're... you 🤨🤨🤨 unfortunately he can't let his face do all the talking because believe it or not, gael doesn't want his bodyguard to stare murderously at his guest.

the other way is the one that screams with conflict. again i really have to know what cécile thinks of his love for mc in relation to his love for gael because i have no doubt that even when you reach the end goal and become cécile's world, gael is still gonna mean so so much to him. at that point, would he sacrifice everything else for you? yes. but he knows the world includes gael too and it's a part of him nothing, and i mean nothing can heal. what im trying to say is; does cécile feel even more pained, looking at you when you're standing right next to his master only in name, now? can he stand to look honestly at gael when the bane of existence and the recipient of all his need makes things so fucking difficult? he has never been on gael's level, and for good reason.

he has no right to ask for gael's forgiveness nor understanding - even though gael would forgive him in every life time like jesus willingly kissed judas - but he can't help but... need to know. just this once, the loyal hound strays and he's sorry. he's so, so sorry. please know (yes, i know) that he did not go willingly (of course you did, and it's okay), that he will always love gael (i have no doubts about that, but it's about time you have a love to call your own, now - a master and a pet only for you).

and he can't help it, the smaller feeling crawling underneath his skin. that the exact same master he loves so dearly could treat you better than cécile could by miles— gael could sweep you off your feet, and cécile wouldn't even be angry.

also sorry but 'taking advantage of him' while he's off duty snapped me out of my angsty mindset and immediately got me huffing like a dog. heartbreak time over, we're pulling cécile into a bathroom stall to suck that dick till it's blue and black before sending him off again 🤷

[forsakenbythenarrative]

judas is REALLY important. tragic but important. because judas invoked the forgiveness of everyone. jesus sees that his beloved friend will betray him and he is angry. jesus thinks, but judas was once good. what has become of the man who once loved me?

judas comes to give jesus away and he kisses him. suddenly god understands something about humans and that is that they all have love within them, no matter what they do or how inexcusable they act. jesus sees that judas is still good, that goodness has not gone anywhere, even if it is shielded with anger.

all the disciplines were flawed but none quite like judas, stubborn judas with a short temper and a hard heart. judas who so passionately believed he was right, he brought god to his death. if you can see the light in a man like judas, you can see the light in any man; you can learn to forgive everyone, even if they are not sorry.

jesus loves judas and he forgives him on compulsion; he loves him so much he cannot help it. jesus forgives judas and forgives everyone. jesus kneels before pilate, the man that will kill him and he forgives him. jesus walks to his execution and forgives the thief beside him. jesus hangs dying before a crowd of people who have turned on him because they cannot understand what he is doing, and he forgives them without condition.

jesus saw in judas the light of every man. when jesus fell in love with judas, he fell in love with the whole world. so, when jesus forgave judas, he forgave the whole world as well.

[t4tstarvingdog]

A Southern Baptist, Son of a Gun, Son of Someone Else's Mother Type Kid — timothy l.l.s.h.

sometimes you're told judas kissed jesus, and sometimes you remember the thing that they didn't tell you. that jesus let him. what is love to thirty pieces of silver and a suicide? what is three denials before morning to three confessions of love? what do you let yourself ask for?

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[Image Description: a poem that reads

For God the Son, God the Sacrificial Lamb,  Loved the whole wide world so much That He let Himself be kissed right on That blessed cheek By another man. That whosoever shall  Believe this Son of a Mother, Shall live.

And I, son of a shotgun mother, myself, Loved this King of Kings so much, That I would not let another man kiss my lips For fear of God’s wrath Forgetting about the very same Original Kiss That got us here in the first place.

I dunno about Him, But I’ve never asked my Best Friend if He loved me, Three times in a row before God, Like I was waiting for him to deny me.

I’ve asked him to keep watch over me While I prayed, though. Guess that’s pretty near to the same thing.

—timothy l.l.s.h.

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[ohmyenjolrass]

things i adored of the catalan version of jesus christ superstar

so i just saw the catalan version of after discovering there is one (it's here, check it out!) and i think it was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. shoutout to @this-is-a-name-dont-worry for making me discover it <3

catalan is my favourite language and i am lucky enough to speak it every day, and this production didn't disappoint at all!

so as a tradition in this blog, let's review my favorite parts!

first of all, i adored the setting and the cast. the costumes were also fabulous. so the whole aesthetic of the show was impeccable, giving me the same vibes as the 2018 nbc version. 10/10 for scene.

now, specific things. many of these things have to do with lyrics because i think the translation was EVERYTHING.

heaven on their minds is always a banger, no matter the production. one thing i loved about this particular version was the lyric obri els ulls i escolta el que t'he de dir / que no veus que no vull veure't morir?, which literally translates to open your eyes and listen to what i have to say / can't you see that i don't want to see you die? (more or less).

that translation changed my life forever.

the percussion break right before what's the buzz? gave me +20 years of life.

then, judas's expression during mary's bit was so funny.

and also, some note changes during strange thing mystifying that i LOVED.

i also think it was clever how judas was arguing with the apostles in the background during the first chorus of everything's alright.

moreover, the way mary soothes judas in the second chorus

AND HOW THEY CHANGE THE LYRICS SO THEY CAN MAKE IT PLURAL (like mary talks to both jesus and judas).

ANNAS IS A GIRL !!!!! and an amazing performer, gotta say.

also, the little dancing of the priests during this jesus must die.

i adored how in hosanna, jesus and judas enter together and then mary joins them (and judas gives her a little kiss!!).

also judas telling the crowd to be chill while caiaphas sings.

and how he gets mad when jesus talks about heaven.

SIMON IS A GIRL !!!! and also SPECTACULAR.

the way pilate and jesus look at each other just before pilate's dream.

the priests being in the temple during the scene.

mary confessing to jesus during i don't know how to love him and jesus ALMOST KISSING HER???? WOAH.

a priest offered judas some food while he was having a mental breakdown in damned for all time and i thought it was the funniest thing ever.

okay so during the last supper happened a lot of things

first, JUDAS SMOKING. i'm always a fan of that (please, don't smoke).

also, during their first confrontation, judas says deixa'm que t'expliqui (let me explain) to jesus, and I WANTED TO CRY

the way the apostles tidy up the table after jesus and judas's first fight.

at the end, judas looks for comfort in the apostles AND THEY REJECT HIM???? the audacity.

gethsemane was in general absolutely stunning, but some things i liked about it is the way it was translated. the song in catalan seems like jesus is asking god to show himself so that he can see that everything is real. HEART B R E A K I N G.

ANOTHER HEARTBREAK. the lyrics just before the song starts say ningú es vol quedar despert amb mi? / no em deixeu sol avui, which translates to none of you wants to stay awake with me? / don't leave me alone today. I MEAN.

some other lyrics that destroyed me were the pre-chorus. in catalan, jesus sings: vas donar-me llum / però ara sols veig fum / esperant que tú vinguessis / vaig donar-te el que tenia / una vida / no pots esperar més d'un home sol, which translates to you gave me light / but now i only see smoke / waiting for you to come / i gave you what i had / a life / you cannot expect more from only a man. I MEAN X2.

peter's voice was one of my favorites.

and also, herod serving cunt in that animal print trousers. chef's kiss.

judas's death affected me more than any other production

in superstar, judas singing de debò el teu sacrifici et converteix en salvador? which translates to does your sacrifice really makes you a savior? in the cuntiest way possible. yes, king.

and to finish, the timer above the cross going down before jesus's death.

if you reached this point, hi! i hope you enjoyed it, 'cause i know i did. check out this production, it is truly amazing. see you in the next post! x

[marvelmaniac715]

Specifically for @weltato - this is what I thought about the production of Jesus Christ Superstar I saw tonight.

They leant heavily into the musical instrument theme - Jesus was a rockstar; complete with a guitar he had on him at almost all times and a mic stand which he sang into. When he went into a rage during Gethsemane, he tore off his guitar, dismantled his mic stand and tore off his shirt, almost rejecting his Father’s word. Every character sang into a microphone and Jesus involuntarily crowd surfed numerous times, as if being carried to his execution. Oh, and when Jesus carried the cross near the end? It was the mic stand - as was the pitchfork one ensemble member pointed at him - as if his speech was being turned against him.

The ensemble was incredible, their movements were sharp and erratic, and the part that truly took my breath away was in the temple just after Simon Zealot, where the ensemble latched onto Jesus and formed a cross with their bodies, symbolising how his followers led to his crucifixion, and this symbol coincided with Jesus saying how not one of them understood what power is.

Another incredible piece of symbolism came in the form of Judas accepting the silver. In this production, Judas dipped his hands into a treasure chest… and they emerged dripping in silver paint, literal blood money. He could not escape his fate or his actions, and every time he touched Jesus from that point onwards, that silver was there, glinting in the light and slowly flaking away as he regretted his choice.

Jesus and Judas, that’s why a lot of you are here, right? After all, their relationship is at the heart of the show, and it couldn’t have been more queer coded. Two separate times, Jesus held out his hand to Judas, and both times Judas hesitated before coming over to Jesus and wrapping him in the tightest hug. When Judas first confronts Mary, Mary is attempting to lead Jesus offstage by the hand (presumably to sleep with him) and Judas’ intervention reads as slightly jealous to me. During the Last Supper - just before it, actually - Jesus looks at Judas, glances down at his silver-stained hands and then wraps a purple shawl around his shoulders, it was a very intimate moment in my opinion. During Judas’ suicide when he sang a part of I Don’t Know How To Love Him, he sang in falsetto, reminding me more and more of Mary’s motivation when she sang it - Judas loves Jesus, not as a brother but as something much more, and it is heartbreaking. The betrayal kiss is played as more intimate too - Judas gently cups Jesus’ face before kissing his cheek; slow, soft and regretful. And oh, don’t get me started on the final moments of the show! After the crucifixion, nobody is on stage except for Judas and Jesus. The two look at each other before sitting down on opposite sides of the same bench, and the message is clear - they are the same, mirror images of each other, forced to do what they did not want to.

In summary, the UK touring production of Jesus Christ Superstar was incredible and I adored it.

[nejackdaw]

Okay I haven't talked about Judas OR the Judas album in a while so I'm going to share this analysis I finally placed and I'm losing my mind about

In the song Field of Blood (song 5,) the chorus ends with a line I've never quite been able to find a suitable conclusion about. Right. (Putting my rambling under a read more, the screenshots make this long)

Oh, okay, "what is my god," he's having a crisis of faith. Why is God so cruel as to order Jesus be killed (reminder that the album is a mix of biblical and Gnostic canon, where Jesus asked Judas to be the one to betray him.)

WRONG

If we move two tracks ahead in the album to Death is Just a Kiss Away, right before the last chorus we have these lines:

Which is insane! Because this part is actually saying "you have two gods, God and Jesus" (sun and moon, as I'll get to) "and no matter which you choose" (obeying the kill command or refusing to kill Jesus) "you're going to piss everyone off"! Okay now I know, "but where did you get sun and moon/God and Jesus" and HERE I TELL YOU:

Jesus is CONSTANTLY referred to with constellation imagery! (There's a whole song about it!) The Gospel of Judas includes the quotes (from Jesus) "Judas, your star has led you astray" and "the star that leads the way is your star." The album takes this and RUNS with it. Makes Jesus Judas's guiding star. There is SO MUCH night/star symbolism going on here, mostly in Constellation, but also from A World Where we Belong:

SO BASICALLY: considering that Jesus is heavily referred to with night sky imagery and they're literally both referred to as "two moons aligned," it isn't unreasonable to conclude that the line from Just a Kiss Away is in fact talking about God/Jesus. WHICH MEANS

When Judas is about to hang himself and he pleadingly asks "what is my god?"

HE DOESN'T KNOW IF IT'S GOD OR JESUS BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HIM APNDOANSOANS HE OBEYED GOD BECAUSE HE'S GOD BUT HE'S KILLING HIMSELF OVER JESUS. I HAVE MANY OTHER LINES ABOUT THIS (DEVOTION TO JESUS, NOT GOD) BUT THAT'S A DIFFERENT TOPIC

[felixravinstills]

going through my drafts right now and honest to god what the fuck did i mean by this

lol I feel like the christ-ification of felix ravinstill is certainly a thing that I do! I bet I could compile a compilation of it. It's the raised catholic in me... Unsure, if I am really resurrecting him, but I suppose the fact that I kill him and he continues to re-appear is kind of like resurrection.

(because I am so normal, I did try and compile a compilation of the christification of felix ravinstill, below. specifically only christ parallels. to say nothing about all the times I've compared him to isaac or coriolanus-felix, cain and abel)

Well, this conversation is pretty damning (especially since it happened a day before the creation of your draft. The timelines match!)

the amount of times, I've forced lamb imagery onto him is countless so I'm not going to cite anything specific, but very "lamb of god"

In the same conversation as the one above, I did call the felix cannibalism in this fic, "the sacrament" so... the body of christ (except it's felix's body).

I also said in the author's note of my festus creed dogfighting fic that felix suffers more than jesus so (the least suffering he's done ever happens in that fic)...

In this post, I give him the kiss of judas… which is very fitting because I’m literally identifying him as christ (and this is the earliest point I can remember doing a christ parallel except for lamb stuff)… anyway, where are my silver pieces?

(I shall stop my blaspheming now.)

Thanks for the ask, lily! <3

[colormehappyy]

Sejanus and coryo aren’t a Achilles and Patroclus variant… they are a Judas and Jesus variant,

SO REAL TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tbh I do agree Achilles and Patroclus are the tale of tragic lovers, but a third party is the one to kill Patroclus and Achilles fittingly seeks revenge in kind, turning cruel and losing the light in his life because of it. Obviously that draws parallels to how Coryo becomes after Sejanus' death with the key difference that CORYO CAUSED HIS DEATH!

On the other hand Coriolanus DOES betray Sejanus and kills him in a way, an innocent who was just spreading change in the world they lived in (Panem Jesus lmao) and he betrays him in the sweetest way possible, with little lies and a metaphorical kiss leading up to his end. Reassuring him right before it that he'd be safe and that Coryo would take care of it. So real to me! Just wish Sejanus resurested too <3

(I have NOT read the bible I am going off vibes alone!)

[artemisrogers]

Of course you guys liked my last Lars smut thing I wrote so I got asked to write more. Here is a Klars one cause why not!

Beach Shift Lars Ulrich x Kirk Hammett (car sex, oral sex, caught red Handed)

Kirk of course was having a bad case of blue balls and secretly had a crush on Lars Ulrich. When the band decided to go to the beach things get heated. But of course things do come out when you're gone for a while don't they?

Why now?

Of all days I could've gotten blue balls it has to be at the damn beach! The guys and I went to the beach on our day off to relax. James drove while Lars sat in the passenger seat. I was in the back with Cliff and shifted slightly and forced my dick to stay down. I focused on Painkiller by Judas Priest playing through the speakers.

Once we got to the beach and went down to set up on the sand. I blushed pink hoping no one noticed it when Lars took his deep purple band shirt. Jesus Christ he was hot of course Cliff went down to swim in the water while James applied some sunscreen to him. I took off my shirt and sat in my towel.

"Hey coming in the water Kirk?" Lars asked me.

Trying to unscramble my thoughts I nodded and joined Lars. His swayed a little bit as his long light brown hair blew in the wind. I felt my heart pounding in my chest trying to keep my dirty thoughts in my head. Of course I had a good time and shit and cursed when I forgot the cooler with our food and shit for lunch in the car.

"Shit I'll go get it sorry guys."

"Here I'll come with you." Lars said making my heart do a flip flop.

We walked up the steps to the car and I got the red cooler. I felt Lars' hot gaze on my back and turned to see him smirking at me like the cute little shit he is. He walked closer to me making me almost drop the damn cooler in my hands. I felt my heart racing in my chest. I blushed when a dirty thought crossed my mind once again.

"L-Lars we should get back you know."

"Oh James and them will be fine. But I was wondering if you mind if I helped you out with something."

"Wha-mmph?!" I said before Lars lips crashed down on mine.

I melted into him like butter as I pulled him close my hands tangled in his hair as I heard him moan softly. Jesus fuck he was like a drug! I felt myself getting hard and remembered that we were outside of the car still and got nervous. Lars broke the kiss smirking at me mischievously. I knew where his head was I didn't want Cliff or James to fucking catch us.

"Get in the car Kirk and I'll join you."

"Wait what if James or Cliff connect the dots?"

"So what? Let them find out all I want right now is to taste you." Lars said his fingers grazing my stomach making the muscles tense.

I opened the backdoor putting the cooler on the ground and crawled onto the backseat as Lars crawled in and closed the door. I noticed how hard he was he guided my hand to his crotch. I missed softly feeling my own cock throb in my jeans. I need to feel him inside me. I felt him fumble with my jeans and pulled them and my red boxers down.

My cock sprang up leaking precum I whimpered when I felt his warm breath on it. Lars took my length in his mouth and started sucking. I gripped his hair with one of my hands while the other tried to jerk him off only to be smacked away. His tongue swirled the tip and I felt my nuts get heavier and heavier.

"Mmm you taste divine Kirk."

"Fuck Lars I'm so close."

"You gonna cum for me babe?" Lars said fondling my balls as he licked a stripe down them.

I let out a groan of his name as I shot ropes of hot white cum onto my stomach and his head. Panting softly Lars chuckled as he spread my legs open and lined his vieny cock with my tight entrance. I gasped when he slowly pushed the head inside me. Fuck he's big and hard I gripped his hair and the seat tightly as i moaned his name.

"Ohh! Lars! F-fuck!"

"Fuck your so fucking tight babe!" Lars growled as he thrusted into me fast and roughly. All that could be heard was wet slapping of skin and our mixed groans. I knew he was getting close from his labored breathing and sloppier thrusts.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Ngh! Kirk!":Lars moaned out as he came inside me.

Both of us panting Lars pulled out and pulled his pants up. Of course I jumped out of my damn skin when I heard a knock on the door to find James staring at us with a smirk on his face. I felt my face turn redder than a tomato and Lars rolled his eyes at me. We both got out of the car once my pants were up.

"So that's what y'all been doing? Not surprised from the way Kirk always looked at you Lars since we got here haha!" James chuckled.

"I'm not embarrassed by what I did to this piece of caramel." Lars said smacking my ass.

[choicesmc]

Worse Than Heartbreak

content warning: slurs, referenced child abuse, homophobia, queerphobia, and angst (pretty sure that's all!)

MC: Fiona Lightwood Word Count: 1.5K + Summary: The dinner that changed everything. Banner: charcoal and acrylic self portrait by @/ellysmallwood

Fiona had been heartbroken before. He’d had his fair share of teenage crushes and sympathetic rejections. 

But this? This was entirely something new. 

Broken was too light of a word. 

Broken was for softer, easier transgressions. 

Broken was how Jesus felt when Judas betrayed him –disappointment mixed with grim foreknowledge. 

No, what Fiona was only now realizing Chiamaka was his betrayer. Chiamaka pressed a light kiss on his cheek. It was meant to be comforting, meant to calm his thundering pulse, meant to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. 

It only solidified her betrayal. 

Panic spiked through him as every eye kept on him. Every eye wandered down his face, looking for another flaw to rip out of him. Would his hair look too neatly kept? Would his lips be too shiny? Was his shirt, plain black and white checkered as it was, be just an inch too flamboyant? There was always something quite off about him, always something that was a touch weird about him. Something that he had always, always hidden with growing expertise. 

Every eye quickly unraveled the stone-firm defenses that had kept him safe. 

Chiamaka put her hand on his lap, making Fiona intimately aware of the white shorts he wore. They were a little special with trace golden lacing that glittered when it caught light. He’d been a little giddy when he put them on, reveling in the way they clung close to his thigh almost teasing that certain oddness in him. 

Now, Fiona begged God above that the lighting wouldn’t give him away. Her hand tightened around his thigh, pressing the intricate lacing ever so subtly against his well-oiled skin. Her voice trembled a bit, as if his silence was damnation in itself, “Isn’t that right, baby? That’s what you told me last night?” 

He’d done so in confidence! In privacy! He’d never, ever, ever dreamed –goddamn it– thought this would be the result. There were a number of things he’d expected: a broken engagement, disgust, anger even! But, not once, not once had he thought she’d tell his parents!  

Fiona thought they were closer than that. He’d thought he could trust her. Even if she didn’t accept him, he’d.. he’d thought--

A sharp konk from his father’s fist pushed Fiona’s head down. Fiona almost wished he’d just hit him properly. Properly grab him by the arm and yank him out of his seat. Properly raise his hand high before striking down on him. Properly show his anger instead of this smoldering rage. 

Like before. 

But Fiona wasn’t a child anymore. He was an adult. He was too old to be caned, too old to be whipped, too old to let his body answer for his actions. 

But, by God, this was the one time Fiona would eagerly accept that as an alternative to this seething, simmering, building disbelief. 

Tentatively, almost ignorantly, Fiona let his hand roam upwards, carefully touching the now-throbbing top of his head. It bought him just a little more time. Just a couple more seconds without a response. 

Not enough, though. 

“Uwakwe!” His father barked, “I will slap you if you don’t stop this nonsense! Speak!” 

Instead, he tripped over his words. The caging urge to confess made him mad. Stumbling and cracking through his sentence before restarting in an pathetic attempt at clinging to his intensifying sense of survival. 

Uwakwe managed a half-mumbled a yes, hidden between ‘maybe’ and ‘no’ and limp explanations. 

His mother heard it anyway. 

She wept. 

Chiamaka patted his thigh, numbing every area she touched. Yet, she smiled –something a little wistful, something a little proud, “I’m glad God moved Fiona to confess. Now we can work towards fixing this together.” 

“Fixing” something like him was code for torture. Long nights without food, circles of priests shouting heaven down, whip marks across skinny thighs –they all knew what fixing him meant. 

His tongue ran over his teeth. Silent, nervous laughter fluttering out of him. Her words hung in the air, each second of silence serving as tacit agreement. Each second, she patted his thigh again. Fiona just knew the face she made. Her large brown eyes flooded with relief, her mouth curled up and genuine excitement, elated that she’d finally get to help her husband (to be, anyhow). 

Genuine, unmistakable joy would paint her features in radiant beauty. 

Radiant beauty at the prospect of his suffering. Radiant beauty in face of his torturing. 

Fiona couldn’t stomach it. 

“I can’t.” 

The words slipped out unnoticed. Their presence steadily growing in the weeping silence, a resistance to tacit agreement. 

Genuine worry clouding her pretty brown eyes. She scrutinized every piece of him, wondering what could draw resistance out of him. Her hands moved to his face, gently cradling it in hand, carefully brushing over the apple of his cheeks. Her voice was soft, familiar, a gentle lullaby as she whispered, “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll still be marrying you. This, this is just a rough patch, alright? We’ll get through this. Together.” 

In any other context, Fiona would have leaned into her touch, letting her feel his growing smile in the palms of her hands. 

Instead, he shook his head, accidental bravado already waning, “That –thank you, Chi, but,” He broke off, eyes closing as he stumbled through the rest of his words, “I, I don’t need that. Believe me when I say. I’m okay. I am fine. They’re, they’re just thoughts, my love. Just thoughts. Now and forever, that’s all they’ve –all they will ever be.” 

Chiamaka squeezed. She leaned, pressing a firm kiss against his cheek. But her hands trembled and her kiss was hesitant. 

It wasn’t out of anger, Uwakwe knew his fiancee. It was hidden dread thrumming through her veins. Easy repetitive movements bellying the undercurrent of panic in every motion. 

She was scared of him. 

Tears began to well, quickly creating wet drops on the half eaten plate of isi ewu in front of him. He’d been nothing but a good partner: faithful, loving, and endlessly devoted. And this didn’t change any of that. It didn’t make his love for her any less real. It didn’t even change the foundations of their relationship. 

Nothing had really changed. 

Soon matching his hot tears was the red-hot sensation of a slap across his cheeks. Barely any time passed before another slap landed on his other cheek; this time bony knuckles knocked against jaw leaving a dull ache. 

It was a back-handed slap. 

Open amazement flooded Fiona. He hadn’t gotten one of those since high school. What was next? Would they cane him too? 

“You!” his mother screamed, hostility and hatred highing painful confusion, “You want to kill me before my time, eh? I will not allow it! Do you hear me? I will not allow it!” She struggled hollowing her next words, tears straining her voice as she continued on. Her husband rushed to her side, covering her –protecting her– from Uwakwe. 

Kachu’s sentences devolved into a mix of Igbo and fragmented English. Not that it made Fiona any less wise to their meaning. Not that he needed to hear her words to understand what she said. He could hazard a couple guesses: 

“Abomination” was a favorite. Her go-to English word for anything unnatural, unethical, and completely damned. Which, more or less, was what Fiona was to her now. 

“Faggot” would be next. She knew how he flinched away from the word. Before, she used to tease him with it, always joking that the way he avoided it someone would actually think he was one. 

“Tranny” or “crossdresser” next. For her, there wasn’t much difference. Each word was spit with an equal amount of concentrated vitriol and acidic hate. Even now, as she wept in grief, she could still manage the pretense of holy grace as it slid off her tongue. 

Turns out, she used all three. And then some. 

A lot more. Fiona grimaced at the sound, swallowing down his next set of tears as the room filled with curses. Chiamaka, at least, had the sense to look somewhat bashful. 

His father paused his soft comforts to speak to Fiona, voice icy and chilled, “I hope you’re not still wasting tears. Look what you’ve done to your mother.” 

Uwakwe kept silent, allowing his father to continue. 

“Get out of my house.” 

A nervous smile spread across Fiona’s face, “Papa?” 

“If you want to live like a faggot, go and do it. But you will not drag that lunacy into my house. When you’re tired of sinning, come back. Until then, I don’t want to see you anywhere near my family.” 

His voice left no room for disagreements.  

Fiona said nothing. 

Chiamaka tugged at his sleeve. Fiona ignored her as he strode towards the door. His footsteps barely covered the desperate gasps pooling from his mothers lips. Barely covered the pained stare Chiamaka gave him. Barely covered the stony silence of his father as the front door shut closed. 

His heart shattered against stoney stairs. The dim lamplight itched against his skin. His golden thread glittered against the light. The road grew darker with each heavy step. 

Gods, where was he going to stay? 

No, this was far worse than heartbreak.

Author's Note: So.

Yeah.

How many bible references did you catch? (no, i won't tell you how many there are <3)

would love to hear your thoughts!! this took me a hot minute <3

the song that inspired this is: Destroyer by Saint Motel

[marshmallowprotection]

can i request going on a roadtrip with V, the boys, their partners (Lila, Minji, and Judas), and the RFA

"Passenger princess gets to pick the music," Judas said with a huff as he toggled the switch the radio to something he preferred. Saeyoung laughed in agreement as they did that. "I'll let you pick something on the way back, darling, as long as it's not a loop of Life is a Highway. I think we've had enough of the Cars soundtrack."

"You can never have enough of Cars on a road trip," Saeyoung shook his head. He glanced in the rear view mirror. "But, I guess I have to let someone else be in control. Jumin's looking at me like he really wants to discuss the semantics and psychology behind the universe and I'm more than happy to do that, but I think the rest of the car might try to eat us alive if we go around and around."

"I wouldn't," Minji waved. She giggled when Saeyoung blew her a tiny kiss and returned his attention to the winding road ahead. "Ah-ha! I'll take that kiss!"

"We don't want to hear it, brother," Saeran droned from the back seat. He grumbled under his breath as Lila pat his thigh reassuringly. That was enough to satisfy him. She beamed with that gentle smile as she gave you an apologetic stare. You hadn't expect the road trip with the RFA to be so... lively.

"It's really only because we've already heard it ten times before," she informed you with a shake of her head. "Normally, Saeran likes to let his brother talk about everything he wants to talk about... but this is something he's heard more times than we can count."

"It's good to see him passionate," Jihyun said from your side. You glanced over at him. "It's not often he lowers his guard enough to enjoy himself. I could listen to him talk about his enjoyment of the film all day since I know how happy it makes him. It keeps Jumin fairly entertained as well."

"I simply don't understand why no one wants to discuss the use of religion in the universe. They traversed the world in the second film, you know... and amid that journey, they encountered a vehicle that shared the likeness of the pope. This implies that there was a Jesus vehicle and ever since Luciel brought this to my attention, I haven't been able to ponder the larger questions," Jumin said.

"Aren't they just... cars?" Yoosung piqued up from the backseat as he leaned forward to get a better view of the conversation. "Do you think they thought about that? I always thought they just animated stuff to make it look cool... little details can't always matter that much, right?"

"Yoosung," Jaehee sighed. It sounded like exasperation to you but it didn't last long as Zen tapped her shoulder and handed her a pair of headphones. She looked relieved and placed them on top of her head to reduce the sound of babbling. He was wearing a set of his own. It was probably connected to his phone, since he seemed to be looking at something in his lap. It could've been a movie.

At least, it kept Jumin and Zen from bickering!

Saeyoung spoke up again, "Actually, would you like to hear my thoughts about car Jesus?"

It was going to be a long ride.