#kneelers

[ivy-saurs]

phoenix wright fainted in the middle of a prayer in spirit of justice? he’s just like me fr

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

I have a complex to this day about handicap accessible automatic doors because at my school it was very forbidden to ever use them if you didn't need them I assume because middle schoolers probably slam the shit out of the buttons for no reason but yeah I still feel like using the buttons is a closed practice. I also went to chapel every day for seven years and I was just trying to remember like what happened for all of that time every single day and my main lifetime takeaway seems to be that you are not allowed to put your feet on the kneelers

[whatisunfed]

any metal fans wanna talk about how sexy matt honeycutt is

[glitterslag]

recent wanderings :)

[vulpinesaint]

so glad i was raised catholic. i don't know what i would do with myself if i was raised protestant. try and appropriate catholic iconography and feel really bad about it probably.

[temperancegrieves]

my room has been so gorgeous lately

[b-blushes]

oooooooh i realised i can make some of those elastic-wrist/arm cover thingies for gardening and i have cute cotton fabric leftover in my fabric stash YES >:)

[gibier3000]

We came across this old photo of John Tickle calling at our house in Hornsey, north London, to enquire whether my older brother John Stevens was available to act as his mechanic for a trip to a race circuit in Spain. My brother was at work at the time but our Dad used this as an opportunity to practise his newfound retirement hobby of photography. John Tickle’s business career in later years is reasonably well documented but I thought it might be useful to fill in a little of the earlier years. I asked my brother for memories of the Tickle connection and this is how he recollects the events of 60 years ago. John Tickle was born 1936 and the 1939 register shows the family in Sutton Road, Muswell Hill N10. He attended Tollington Grammar School and was in the school swimming set, as was my brother. John Tickle was so good that he was selected for the British swimming team at the 1952 Olympics but unfortunately a bout of influenza put paid to that. My brother didn’t get to know Tickle then, because they were in different year groups and of course a lower year wouldn’t presume to talk to a higher year and an upper year wouldn’t deign to converse with a lower year. It was only after schooldays were over that a mutual friend introduced them, because John Tickle needed a mechanic for his Manx Norton and brother John was an engineering apprentice with the Napier company that made the Deltic engines that the diesel railway locos got their name from. Brother John helped Tickle out at various English circuits at weekends, then used a summer holiday to accompany Tickle to some continental circuits, Mouscron, Mettet and Zandvoort. Up till then, John Tickle had raced a solo bike but striking up a friendship with a Dutch sidecar racer converted him to chair racing, with his wife Cathy as passenger. In those days it was still mostly a matter of bolting a sidecar chassis onto a solo bike. The sleek purpose-built integral racing outfits were yet to appear on the scene. Thereafter, John Stevens’s mechanicking tailed off, as he now had a fulltime job. John & Cathy Tickle became well known round the circuits, home and abroad, as a privateer. He developed a business supplying Manx Norton spare parts, initially from premises at 163 Potters Bar High Street and subsequently expanding to a factory in St Neots, Cambridgeshire.

[maxemilianverstappen]

F1 is getting ridiculous

In what way, my friend?

[salmonellaandcheese]

living for christmas eve mass gossip. social highlight of the year.

[bullwerethepurple]

Two garden gnomes playing patty-cake on their knees

[monkeyssalad-blog]

SZYK, Arthur. Freedom of Religion by Halloween HJB Via Flickr: Original watercolor for Fundraising poster stamps illustrating Roosevelt’s Four Freedoms for the Emergency Committee to Save the Jewish People of Europe

[bllbabaggins]

High church is a different breed. Where are the raised hands. Where is Oceans. Where are the ladies waving flags and speaking in tongues.

[museumsandfolk]

Flag lamb

[cervenakoviny]

Len k tej kľakanici... Ona sa výrazne prekrýva s poludnicou a to preto, že útočí vždy počas zvonenia - výzvy na modlitbu v pokľaku, ktoré zaznievalo za úsvitu, za súmraku a na poludnie. Kto neprejavil ��ctu a poslušnosť a nekľakol si k modlitbe, ten sa stával korisťou, aj keby sa neproducíroval popod pražiace poludňajšie slnko. Takže neviem, či sa stotožniť s tým súmrakom, hoci to vytvára veľmi peknú triádu.

Půlnočnice, Polednice, Klekánice

aka the nightwraith witch, the noonwraith witch and the twilight witch in czech, are old slavic witches which originally served the purpose to scare children (and people) who stayed outside their homes at these dangerous hours.

More (folk)lore, info and WIPs of this project on my P/treon.

[hilite-head]

Performance Purge Week: NY Wednesday 7/26 MOVING MONUMENTS