#kneelers

[orbcube]

[theythemmer]

IF IT WORKED TO MANIFEST WDAPTEO THEN IM GONNA TRY MANIFEST PHIL W REGROWTH TOO

EDIT: IT FUCKING WORKED FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME FOR ALL YOUR DNP MANIFESTATION NEEDS

[death-of-cats]

Theon I ACOK

Theon I ADWD

this is how you know Theon is femcoded 💅 people are always telling him to shut up.

[sansawargs]

It's so funny how Jon Snow is like "The wildlings are so backwards and uncivilized, how can it be normal for young girls to be stolen off by strange men 😤😠... unlike in our noble seven kingdoms where girls are MARRIED off to strange men 😊🙏"

[gregdotorg]

got kind of fascinated/fixated on needlepoint kneelers and the dynamic and culture around them.

[ivy-saurs]

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

[glitterslag]

recent wanderings :)

[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

[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.

[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 úctu 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.

[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

[monicaalexandraaa]

OH YES YES YES !!!!!!! I just knewwww this was gonna be amazinggggg and it is🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️The priest and his nunnnnnn😍She knows exactly what to do to have some fun with him. Even with a “punishment” he loved it and she knew it too😏love love loveeeeee them !!!!

The Habit | priestrry blurb

Summary: The priest returns home from mass to find his pet dressed in a sacrilegious nun costume and he knows just what she's doing.

A/N: Based on this request! Thanks for the idea, Maggie!

Word Count: 2,857

Warning: smut, spankings with a paddle, mentions of church, penance, and prayer, dom/sub dynamics, blasphemy

Forgive Me, Father Masterlist

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She couldn't believe it when she spotted the nun's habit at the second-hand boutique. Well, it wasn't a traditional habit. It was sacrilegious. For one, the tunic was far too short. The scapular was cheaply made and the cincture was faux leather with a gaudy buckle at the front. There was no coif and the veil was sheer.

Biting her lip she lifted the hanger and held the costume up to the light. She hadn't really been looking for a costume but the small section at the front with the display sign that read Second-hand Halloween!! was calling to her. And she imagined wearing her sheer white thigh-high stockings and high heels with it, waiting for Harry to come back home after Halloween mass, kneeling and "praying".

Halloween mass wasn't something their old church did. But this one had a lot of young families with small children and so this was the church's way of keeping the day holy. Instead of dressing up like little evil gremlins and going house-to-house to hoard tooth-rotting candy, they'd get together at church.

Poor kids. Y/n always hated that part of her childhood was lost due to the dread of what would happen to her soul if she were to partake in worldly, heathen Halloween traditions. But Jesus, it was just candy and costumes and carved pumpkins. The older she got the more she resented the church's fear-mongering. No one would understand it except Harry.

So, she decided to purchase the habit. Play a little game with her priest and find out what he'd do. He'd punish her for it, certainly. For the sinful affront to the church. But she knew he'd love it. It could be their own little Halloween party. The priest and his nun…

When she got home she showered, making sure to get every spot clean and plucked smooth just for him. Just how he liked it. She put the costume on and tucked her hair under the veil. Looking at herself in the mirror she grinned to herself –Father is going to lose his mind.

Her heart was pounding in anticipation before he even pulled into the driveway. The sun had already gone down and she watched from their front window when he stepped out of his car. He was wearing his vestiment. She loved it when he kept it on. Normally he'd take it off before going outside but perhaps he'd been in a hurry that night.

Y/n knelt down at their coffee table and pressed her palms together, bowing her head in mock prayer. She bit her lip to tamp the smile as she knew that the moment he stepped in he'd see her bare thigh and then the sheer white stockings as well as the scant hem length of the tunic.

She heard the door open and then close, the deadbolt click into place, and then the floorboards creak before it was silent. She squeezed her eyes closed and the only sound she could hear was her heart ravaging behind her ribcage. She knew he'd seen her and he was assessing. Deciding what he should do to her.

The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor as he stepped in closer behind her triggered an icy, fast-moving river to coast down her spine. His presence loomed as he stood directly behind her. She couldn't see him but she could feel him.

Shifting her knees below her she pressed her thighs together and felt the chilled thrill of anticipation spread over her entire back and prick at her shoulders.

Harry placed his hands on the table on either side of her, caging her in and she felt his robe drape over the back of her shins, "What is this?"

Swallowing thickly she turned to look at him, his face so near she could feel his heat, and keeping a straight face (that she knew would just get her into even more trouble) she said, "I'm praying, Father. What does it look like I'm doing?"

She watched his eyes travel down her outfit and then back up to her face, "It looks like you're asking to be spanked right now. Where did you get this?" He tugged at her tunic.

"I bought it with my own money. Why? Do you like it?"

"Not what I asked," something dark flashed behind his eyes and Y/n knew she was in for it.

Y/n feigned confidence, blinking at him with a soft smile, "But do you like it?"

The priest's jaw ticked as he narrowed his eyes, "Back in position, pet. Continue praying."

She turned back toward the table and closed her eyes when she felt Harry's hands ghost up her bare thighs and then lift the fabric of her tunic up and over her ass. His hands were warm on her bum, large palms smoothing over her skin as she felt her body tremble.

"Keep praying to God. I'll be back to penance you."

All those yummy electrifying, spine-tingling zaps Y/n loved so much were firing off all over her body. Every bit of her skin was sizzling in expectation. She knew he'd spank her by the way he'd pulled her tunic up over her ass. The humiliating position would have anyone faltering, but Y/n fed on it. Needed it.

She recited her prayer of contrition, the simplest of prayers, "Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. Lord Jesus, Son of God…" And as she was mindlessly mumbling the words, not taking them to heart (because she was a sinner after all), she peeked toward the hallway with one eye and saw Harry step into the living room holding her special leather-bound paddle. It was her Goldilocks paddle. The one that was just right. It wasn't the least painful of the collection but it also wasn't the most painful either. And Harry had brought it out knowing this. Knowing it was her favorite.

Her heart tugged in her chest the closer he got and then he was stood over her frame, still in his vestments. The soft breeze of his movement against her bare bottom filled her veins with chilled water that cracked into ice when he dropped to his knees behind her.

A feather-light hand skimmed the back of her thighs as he pressed his other hand between her shoulder blades to push her down against the wood of the table, her bare breasts under her tunic tightened at the pressure of being face down.

"Keep praying out loud as I absolve you with this paddle."

Her cheek was smushed into the wood as she clumsily spoke the prayer of contrition when he struck her with the first blow of the leather against the soft skin of her bum.

She gasped as her pulse sparked, "… have mercy on m –me… a sinner…"

The second stinging smack against her skin was better than the first. She could feel his hand press into her low back to keep her steady, her tunic pushed up to her mid-torso. The fiery heat of his palm on her skin lit up her insides when he issued a third and then a fourth.

She hiccuped her words between panted breaths and burning skin, "Lord…" a sharp inhale pulled in through her teeth, "… Jesus, S –Son of God…"

Y/n loved getting spanked. It was her favorite, punishment or not. And the priest knew it too. Which told her she wasn't in all that much trouble. He was putting on a show, just like she was. Paddling her pretty bare ass was his pleasure just as much as it was hers. Every biting swat sent a thrum between her legs that settled into an empty ache.

Even for Harry, as he swatted his pet with her favorite paddle he had to concentrate so that he didn't just give in to his lust. She looked… naughty. Beautiful. He didn't know how she always took his breath away but she did. She was his most coveted, most treasured thing. While the men in his church would go to him for confession and talk about losing interest in their wives (even newly married men in their 20s) or having seen a pretty new thing and wanting to trade the old for the new… the priest couldn't wrap his mind around ever looking at Y/n like she could be traded in. His obsession with her hummed in his body constantly. She was his everything. His perfect match. His soulmate.

The haze in the room grew thick between them as Harry dropped the paddle. He was overwhelmed already. When he had first arrived home he wanted to just hold her and lie with her and talk about his day but she was offering something a little more therapeutic with her sexy nun costume. She always seemed to just know what he needed, even more than he did.

The priest slid his palms up her thighs and teased at the curve of her ass, making her stomach tighten as she was now speaking in breaths barely above a whisper, too loud and the moment would fizzle she feared, "Lord Jesus, Son of God…"

She puffed out a shaky breath as his fingers slid up toward where she was already wet for him. Vibrating, aching, empty…

The brush of his fingers over her entrance should have been the warning she needed that he was going to push one inside of her, but she still gasped in surprise when he did. Harry's deep groan reverberated down her spine as he fucked her slowly with his finger and pressure built in her guts as she kept herself still, lying over the table in compliance for him.

In and out, he fucked into her with his thick digit and then a swat to her bottom with his big palm sent a toe-curling rattle through her nervous system. That was her favorite method of being spanked. With his bare hand. She loved the leather paddle but nothing was better than having her Father's hands on her skin. Nothing.

When he pulled his finger out and grasped the back of her neck, he turned her to face him, rising to his feet as she stayed kneeling before him. The corners of her vision were blurred with hazy lust as she looked into his eyes, the green of his irises all but melted away into the darkness of his pupils. Liquid lead, darker than shadow. It was that possessive gaze that told her she was his and his alone. Not even God could have her.

"It's in our nature to be sinful. Even for me, you are a temptation I cannot resist. My forbidden fruit, so ripe and sweet just for me."

"Just for you, Father."

His fingers wrapped around the front of her neck as he pulled her up to stand in front of him, his tight grip pinching into the sides of her throat, "Just for me."

He pulled her against his chest and softly grazed his teeth over her neck, drawing warmth upward to her jaw as he sponged his lips toward her mouth. And when he moaned at the contact she melted into him as one of his arms wrapped tight around her low back. Her tunic was still folded above her ass and she felt his other hand grope at her cheek.

Soft and damp kisses with the tip of his tongue made her dizzy in his arms until he parted from the kiss with a gasp, "In the room now. Get on the bed."

Y/n felt like she was floating as she moved one foot in front of the other toward their room, heels clacking against the wooden floor until she stepped over the wool rug underneath the bed.

She climbed up and sat to her bottom as the priest followed close behind and lifted her legs one by one, pulling her heels off for her.

Y/n knew what she was doing when she skipped her panties and now her reward was his graveled sigh as he spread her legs apart and pinched at her thighs. He swiftly pulled his pants down and moved his robe to the side, eyes burning down at her, "Pretty little nun forgot her undergarments, didn't she?"

Nodding softly, she bit her lip as she let her eyes coast down to where he was gripping his thick length and aiming it at her cunt, the warm tip dragging through her wet crease.

"Forgive me, Father. I forgot."

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, the smallest expression of humor on his face, "You want my forgiveness and then follow up with a lie? Now we both know you didn't forget. My pet did this on purpose."

A throaty moan was forced from her chest when he buried himself in. He pulled at her thighs to drag her ass closer to the edge of the bed as he lifted her hips slightly upward for easier access.

And that's why she had done it all. For that exact thing. So he'd lose his mind and fuck her to within an inch of her life. So he'd spank her and place his hands on her, give her all his attention, and quell the empty ache.

He let out a ragged moan as he admired how his cock disappeared into her pussy. It'd always be one of his favorite views. With her thighs locked around his waist he rocked into her with heavy thuds, bottoming out and watching as her face scrunched and she hissed. The bite of pain from having her guts punched so deep was just another issuance of her penance.

But the pain of it, the way he stretched her out on his big cock, forced himself into her tummy… it unraveled all the tense stress of the day in an instant and soon her body was pliable and molding. Every thrust sparked a need for more, more, more… and her need for more was only sated by his next plunge through her gushy walls. It needed to feel that way. To ache and burn and pinch.

Y/n reached to place her hand over the top of his where he held her thigh, "Oh ffff… god!"

"So dirty and needy…" he panted. "My poor pet. Nothing to do but make sure she's satisfied, yeah?"

"Mmm…" her moan was punched out of her body as Harry thrust in sharply.

Molten heat spread through her muscles, starting with where he was plowing into her with his big cock and traveling up her naval to her chest.

"Rub your pretty pussy for me. Show me how good you do it," Harry's words were slurred as he slid his eyes down to her neglected, throbbing clit. She needed just a little more and he loved watching her do it.

Her choked groan filled the room as he slid in and out of her pussy in long, heavy strokes, wet and slushy. His swollen ridges fit into her grooves as his tip dragged through the spongy spot at her front wall until she tipped and singed and cried out.

A succession of puffed breaths left his mouth as he felt her spasm around his slick length and her legs vibrated, back arching sharply as she released around him. Milking, suctioning…

He gritted his teeth and watched his pretty pet in her orgasm. Like an angel, warm, glowing, exalting the most high.

Dropping her legs he climbed over her body, cock tucked inside of her to the hilt as he pushed a hand behind her head and under the sheer veil on her head as he pumped his come into her pulsing walls, coating her cervix with his warm spend.

She felt his lips capture hers as he groaned into her mouth, his cock twitching and throbbing his release into her guts.

The squeaky springs under her back slowed as he caught his breath and softly smeared his mouth over hers as she sighed in relief.

Her heart still smoldered for him. The pang of her despair was softened with him lying heavy over her body post-orgasm but she would never not ache for him. Running her hand up and down his sides over the smooth material she kissed him back and smiled when she felt his lips quirk upward in a grin.

"You always know how to get me going, naughty thing," he'd pulled away and moved his thumb along her temple.

"I know you better than anyone, Father."

His searing gaze was soulful and deep, full of love and adoration for his pet, "Never thought I'd want to fuck a nun before."

A sputtered laugh poured from her mouth, "So you did like the costume. Knew you would."

"Think it's less about the costume and more about who's wearing it, pet. But I do like it. Yes."

They fell into silence as the priest ran his nose against Y/n's before he pushed himself up and brought her with him, "Now go take off this blasphemous outfit and put your collar back on."

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