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kattahj · 29 days ago

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My Agatha Christie re-reading project, #53: The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side

…in which Agatha Christie moves on from Shakespeare to Tennyson.

For once, my first memory of this story isn't of the book itself, but of the Joan Hickson version – specifically, my mother's pitying "Oh!" when German measles was mentioned. I didn't know why it was relevant, so this was where I learned that German measles can cause birth defects.

Vaccination is important, people!

Anyway. Onto the story.

The best thing about this book is Miss Marple herself and her circumstances. Things are changing in Saint Mary Mead, and to her credit, she's really trying to be brave about it and not whine about the good old days. Still, so many people have died (even the ones who weren't murdered) or moved away, and her body isn't as strong as it used to be, and she has the horribly meddlesome nurse-type Miss Knight watching over her, trying to prevent her from doing anything interesting like a murder investigation.

Miss Marple vs. old age and modernity is great fun! I also really enjoyed the housekeeper, Cherry Baker, who is fun and kind and a very good cook, but whose idea of washing up is putting everything in the sink at once, so that Miss Marple has to hide the best china and buy new ones. Cherry and her husband also like playing music loudly – only very NICE music, mind, classical stuff like 1812 or Messiah, and really, it's so fussy of the neighbours to start complaining as early as twenty to eleven at night.

It's a hoot. :-)

Dolly Bantry is also here, and a delight as usual.

As for the murder itself, I think the core of it stands together very well. The mystery depends on the usual misdirection (look at what's happening, not what's supposed to be happening!) and method and motive all work out well.

Movie star Marina Gregg and her husband Jason are fascinating characters, and if the people around them are less drawn out, they're still adequate. The late murders feel tacked-on and unnecessary, but that's a common enough problem in these books.

But. It's hard to get around the Gene Tierney issue: namely that Marina Gregg seems rather too closely, yet unflatteringly, based on Gene Tierney and her personal tragedies.

According to the All About Agatha podcast, Agatha Christie herself denied any knowledge of Gene Tierney's circumstances, and the podcasters, while not believing that the connecion was all accidental, supposed that Agatha could have heard about the case and then forgotten that she heard it.

In truth, I think even that is far-fetched. If it was just a movie star who had a disabled child due to German measles, sure, that could be accidental. But to also include the encounter where a fan gushes about breaking quarantine to meet her? The movie star having a history of mental breakdowns due to bipolar illness?

That's too close – and IMO, in quite poor taste. Especially since Marina Gregg is given some circumstances that make her less sympathetic: the adopted children she abandoned (Agatha Christie has a bee in her bonnet about adoptions!), the several extra marriages, and oh yeah, the murders.

I suppose an author has the right to cannibalize anyone and everyone to create their stories, but I can't help feeling that it was both unkind and unnecessary in this case.

I don't know if it has affected my rating or not. I think it's the rather hurried second and third murder, more than anything else, that makes the final verdict 3/5.

#the mirror crack'd from side to side #agatha christie #my agatha christie re-reading project #my agatha christie rereading project

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orionlancasterr · 11 months ago

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W.I.P Wednesday

Posted with ten minutes to spare! I was tagged by @adelaidedrubman

This is part of my unfinished first (very) rough draft of my FC5/TMA crossover fic in which Skunk, Judas, Mary and Daisy all have statements sent into the institute. I'm still trying to get a hang of Judas's voice and I'll admit this is mostly an infodump I will need to clean up a lot in coming revisions. Also tumblr is going to eat my formatting which is important to the aesthetic of the fic :(

STATEMENT #0160402

[CLICK] [PAGES SHUFFLE, SOME FALL ON THE FLOOR AND THE ARCHIVIST GROANS AS HE BENDS TO PICK THEM UP]

ARCHIVIST Paper files…not that I don’t appreciate physical media however my office is already a catastrophe. This could have easily been a digital file. [SIGH] ARCHIVIST Alright let’s see. ARCHIVIST Statement of Judas King, regarding a specific interaction with Gulf War veteran Jacob Seed in Whitetail State Park in Montana. Original statement given April 2nd, 2016. Audio Recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

ARCHIVIST(STATEMENT) I don’t know why I'm writing to you. I mean, I don’t think I believe in these things and I found this place online when searching for similar experiences. London is very far away so I can’t imagine you guys care about fucked up murderers in rural Montana. I might as well just say it, maybe typing it out will help me to rationalize or comprehend it. I have lived in these mountains my entire life. Seventeen years spent surrounded by their ancient, solid presence. They’re my most important constant which, I think, is why this experience has shaken me so much. I haven’t felt comfortable here since…Well since it happened. It’s not like strange things don’t happen. Strange things are bound to happen in secluded places far from civilization. Mostly our strange goings ons are easily explainable. Things like teenagers leaving carvings in trees or making weird sounds at night, wasting deer syndrome causing deer to hold their heads at weird angles and get far too skinny or people simply being too alone for too long and their minds creating faces where there hadn’t been faces before. My point is that it’s not a rare occurrence for people to claim the paranormal in the park. This was not an easily explainable mishap. For a little bit of backstory I am from Hope County Montana. We are a very rural community in south western Montana. The most interesting thing to have happened here in years is when Grace Armstrong won a medal for sharpshooting in 2004. So when three men from Atlanta, Georgia rolled into town it was pretty noteworthy. The Seed Brothers. They brought a lot of chaos with them. Joseph, the middle one, came claiming to be a preacher but he’s not like any preacher I’ve ever seen. Then there was John who I think was the youngest. He was some big shot lawyer back in Georgia. He started buying out our farms and logging companies, slapping the name of their church on everything. Project at Eden's Gate. They call Joseph ‘The Father’ and think he’s some messiah trying to save them from the end of the world or something. It was all weird from the beginning but nothing violent. Not until a few months ago. Their oldest brother’s name is Jacob. He was a soldier in The Gulf War, army I think. You can see it too. I’d always thought that when people talk about soldiers having a ‘far away look’ that they were being…I don’t know, dramatic? Yet when I look at Jacob Seed I can tell he’s still in the war. He’s still reliving whatever gave him those gnarly scars that seem to over take the whole right side of his face. That is about where my sympathies end.

#im having a lot of fun with it though

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gayleviticus · 1 year ago

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I've been thinking a lot lately about Jesus through the lens of people he loved, and who loved him - Peter, Mary Magdalene, even Judas - and I guess in relation to the image in Christian tradition of Jesus as a bridegroom and believers as his bride, and the concept of Jesus having romantic intimacy w people in his life.

and to some degree, there's an appeal to it, I think, in that it makes Jesus and desire for him real. loving Jesus in a sunday school way can seem cliche and tired, he can seem distant from us, just a storybook character. but if we think of Jesus loving someone romantically, and them loving him back - he becomes more real, more human, someone deeply fascinating. loving Jesus in this sense is not a platitude but a deep aching longing. it lends a certain realness to metaphors of Jesus and his bride that can feel stale (and overly heterosexual) from prolonged use.

on the other hand. guy who convinces people he's the messiah/God and then sleeps with them feels a bit exploitative, and there's also something nice, I think, about God not needing romance or sex to live an authentic human life. It's nice to think of Jesus as just having many friends he loved deeply unto death, without the specific favouritism of a spouse (yes ok beloved disciple and his inner circle. but flat out having a wife feels a bit different) or the sleaziness of running around w a cult of devotees slash harem.

so I think imo Jesus in a romantic light remains an interesting symbol, and one we can project back onto his disciples even as a sortve thought experiment, a visualisation. but it's also very much a game of symbols; when too much weight is put on this, we start throwing around historical claims about Jesus wife or jesus being gay for Judas, it snaps. it becomes crude and unnerving. to me at least.

#christianity #queer christian #religion #theology #jesus christ #christian

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cascigarette · 1 year ago

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fandom: supernatural

characters: sam winchester & mary winchester

words: 127

summary: 20 songs in 20 days. Day 18- Freedom Hangs Like Heaven by Iron & Wine. Sam is the messiah, the lamb to the slaughter. Mary is a ghost and not a person.

#sam and mary #sam winchester #mary winchester #spn #my fic #my writing #mine

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scotianostra · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday another quality Scottish Actor, James McAvoy.

Born April 21st 1979 in Glasgow, McAvoy is currently one of the hottest properties in Hollywood, the charismatic Glaswegian had actually intended joining the navy or the priesthood before he stumbled upon acting as a career. James was 16 when the actor and director David Hayman visited St Thomas Aquinas school in Drumchapel to give a talk on Shakespeare and ended up being heckled by some class troublemakers. "I felt bad for him," recalls James. "So I went up at the end and said, 'Thanks very much. That was very interesting,' and asked him if I could make the tea, do some work experience, if he was ever doing another film." McAvoy was taken by surprise when Hayman called back four months later asking him to audition. He tried out and won a role in the feature film The Near Room.

McAvoy hadn't planned on becoming an actor, even when he got the part in the movie, but admitted later he changed his mind when he got a crush on co-star Alana Brady. A small role in the TV movie An Angel Passes By followed, and soon after, McAvoy decided to train at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. To pay his way, for two years he did the early shift at a bakery as a trainee confectioner before heading off to school each morning. In 2000, at the age of 20, he moved to London and soon after, landed a plum role in Steven Spielberg's acclaimed mini-series, Band of Brothers.

Since then he has appeared in the brilliant Shameless which he starred opposite Anne-Marie Duff, whom he later married, the couple divorced in 2016.

Other roles, before and after Shameless include, Foyle's War, Frank Herbert's Children of Dune, State of Play and Shakespea Re-Told.

On the big screen he was excellent dodgy cop, Bruce Robertson in Irvine Welsh's Filth, which I watched again the other night night, before that he was in The Last King of Scotland as Dr. Nicholas Garrigan, over the pond is more well known as the young Charles Xavier / Professor X in several X-Men flicks.

James voiced Hazel a new TV series adaptation of Watership down in 2018, He also appeared in Glass, the third in a series of films, the others being, Unbreakable and Split. He ended 2018 on the small screen featuring in His Dark Materials as well as finding time to star in National Theatre Live: Cyrano de Bergerac in the title role.

Fans of James will be happy to see him back on the silver screen later this year in his latest movie, The Book of Clarence. Inspired by classic Hollywood epics set in biblical times, Legendary’s The Book of Clarence tells the tale of Clarence played by LaKeith Stanfield, a down-on-his-luck denizen of Jerusalem embarking on a misguided attempt to capitalize on the rise of celebrity and influence of the Messiah for his own personal gain. The popular Benedict Cumberbatch, also appears in the film.

James McAvoy has always had a generous side, he once did a "terrifying" BASE jump from the world's tallest hospital building in a bid to help raise money for Ugandan children's charity Retrak, an organisation which assists children on the streets. Additionally, he is a celebrity supporter of the British Red Cross with whom he travelled to Uganda to raise awareness of the projects there. He had become involved with the charity after shooting The Last King of Scotland there for several months and was shocked by what he saw. In February 2007, he visited northern Uganda and spent four days seeing projects supported by the British Red Cross.

In 2015, McAvoy pledged £125,000 to a 10-year scholarship programme at his former drama school, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland, formerly the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. McAvoy has also supported several other charities both at home and abroad.

#scotland #scottish #actor #glaswegian #glasgow #happy birhtday #cinema #television #theate

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daughterofhecata · 6 months ago

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Me, naming OCs under normal circumstances: idk, i'll call her "Leah", that fits the vibe i'm going for

Me, naming the characters in one of my original writing projects: okay, if I pepper in the names of all the apostles, but make sure there is no clear Jesus figure, does that drive home the point that there is no single messiah we can just wait for? If I make Mary a trans woman, how does that fit into that metaphor? What is a good name that ties back to Judas without having to flat out call a character that? Can I trust readers to recognise what I'm doing here or how do I make it more obvious?

#kaj rambles #idk the creative writing seminar combined with the amount of literature analysis i did over the semesters #made me want to get real meta with the names #to make them a *point* you know #rotating it in my head #writing

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Nathanael | Reassurance | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “Wait, did you just say you love me?”

Requested: Yes

Your initial plan to marry Nathanael has changed ever since Jesus came along, though now that your future seems to be different than originally planned, you are in need of some comfort from your fiancé.

Jerusalem is positively crowded yet you pay no mind to the hustle and bustle taking place around you. Instead, your eyes are focused on the finely decorated columns that stand proudly near the entrance to the Temple, with tall, vertical lines running from the base all the way to the top, where it holds up heavy stone.

Nathanael, wicker basket of onions, lentils and garlic in hand, follows your gaze upon noticing you, a pleasant stirring within his chest at the way you inspect the architecture. Yet another detail that surprised him about you – you had made a genuine effort to appreciate the designs of buildings ever since your engagement to the architect, and he adored you for it.

He brushes up next to you, which startles you slightly. You smile sheepishly, momentarily meeting his chocolate eyes. “Jerusalem always intrigues me,” you say, “It’s different from Betsaïda in many ways.”

Humming in agreement, Nathanael gestures to the pillar you had been looking at. “You know what that kind of column is called?”

“Doric,” you respond without a breath, and he almost gawks at you.

“How did you… How did you know that?” he gasps, impressed.

You flush slightly and pinch your bottom lip in between your thumb and index finger. “I don’t spend all of my free time patching up tattered robes, you know.”

Nathanael scoffs, grinning as he rolls his eyes. “I know that,” he muses, “But I mean, I had no idea that it interested you to such an extent.”

With a shrug, you look back at the column. “Well, if I am to marry a man who is known in the business, I should at least get familiar with his life somehow, hm?”

The architect sweetly smiles. “Getting familiar with my life? (Y/n), as soon as we are married, you are going to be my life.” he flirts.

The comment makes your cheeks turn red.

“You’ve got no idea how pretty you look right now.” Nathanael teases. “Now come on, let’s head back to the inn so that we can prepare ourselves a little something for on the road.”

You playfully punch his shoulder, which he pretends to be hurt by. Laughing, you hook your hand into the crook of his arm, holding him close.

That was before the accident, and before Jesus. The memory dances around in your mind as you stare at him from a small distance as he chats with Philip and Thaddeus about something that makes the latter cringe visibly, and Philip rolls his eyes as he laughs at your fiancé.

At least, that is what he still is, right?

Everything had changed ever since He called you. Or not you, literally, but rather Nathanael.

Weeks before Jesus asked him to follow Him, Nathanael had been deemed responsible for a serious casualty on a project he had been working on. Tense and paralysed with guilt, he had hardly sought contact with you these days, leaving you to prepare for the wedding on your own.

And then, there was Jesus, Who came like lightning on a clear summer day and threw both of you off guard. Nathanael’s sour mood had instantly cleared up, his sombreness making place for his overly honest and likeable self, but he has never directly addressed it to you.

He acts as if nothing has ever happened and it nags at you.

Certainly, you are utterly grateful that the Messiah has been the very reason for this shift – nothing will ever be the same again now that He happened – but you feel lost, as if you do no longer belong in Nathanael’s world despite the sweet words he directs your way, like referring to you as ‘his girl’ whenever you’re in good company. Perhaps that is what stings the most: he has no idea that he hurt you.

You are snapped out of your thoughts by Mary’s sudden presence next to you. She gives you an uncertain look, frowning in worry. “(Y/n), are you alright?”

Finding her gaze, you blink quickly to shake away your pain. “I-I’m fine,” you lie, “Just… Sunken away in thought.”

She narrows her eyes, nodding slowly. “Hm… What were you thinking about?”

“Nathanael.” you immediately admit, knowing that denying such would be in vain, and a ghost of a smile plays over Mary’s lips.

“Of course you are,” she says, “But why the sad eyes?”

Your brow furrows and you huff. “Ah… That’s something between him and I.”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” Mary reassures you, “As long as you know that I’m here to listen. But if there is anything between you, the best you can do is bring it up to him.”

With a grateful smile, you sigh deeply. “Thank you, Mary. I think we’ll manage.”

Behind you, a few of the men walk up, one of whom is Nathanael. “Hello ladies,” he quips, “Are you ready to go to market?”

Mary lets her gaze go between you and Nathanael as you look at one another, the awkwardness in your eyes going completely unnoticed by him. “Where is your beautiful smile, (Y/n)?” He taps your nose, prompting a small grin from you, butterflies tingling inside your gut at the soft touch. “There it is!” he laughs, wrapping an arm around you.

With the group, you leave camp to head into the city, the roads dusty as people travel back and forth. Despite the way your fingers wrap around Nathanael’s arm as you hold onto him, you feel distant.

It would be unfair to hold it against him, you think to yourself. He went through something very tough and you can only imagine the shame he must have felt. It was more than reasonable that Nathanael would follow the Messiah without a second thought, and even though you wouldn’t have it any other way, you felt like you were starting to become less and less important in his life.

“(Y/n)?”

You jump slightly at the sound of your name. Your fiancé chuckles and repeats his question. “What kind of broth would you like for tonight?”

“Ah, mutton,” you say, “Either that or duck.”

Nathanael nods at Philip, “You’ve heard the lady, mutton or duck it is.”

“Right,” Philip sighs, “And what are you going to get? Leeks? Eggs?”

Mary pipes up: “Actually, I think it’s better if I get both of these. After all, I need to head to that part of market anyway to get our kitchen knives sharpened.”

“Can’t Zee do that for us?” Nathanael immediately queries, but is ignored as Thaddeus announces his task of getting fishing wire.

Philip’s eyes widen as an idea pops up. “How about you two go to get some fabrics? Andrew and Thomas tore their tunics a few days ago, which reminded me that we need to get more things patched up soon.”

“Good idea,” Nathanael replies.

Thaddeus hums. “In that case, let’s meet back here in half an hour, okay?”

The group agrees to this and everyone goes their way to complete their task, as do you and Nathanael. You browse a few stalls without buying anything, indulging in the scent of freshly baked goods, until the seamstress’ stand appears in the line-up of small shops.

Instead of heading for the proper linen right away, your eye falls upon the fine, richly decorated textile that is hanging from the small overhang and reaches all the way to the ground. Letting your fingers slip over it to feel how smooth it is, Nathanael lets out a soft sound. “That’s lovely,” he says, “Would be a great material to use as curtains.”

You hum and nod gently, looking at him from the corner of your eye. “I think it’d look good in our future house.”

“Ah, yes, I’m sure.” he agrees without a moment of hesitation.

Turning to him, you squint slightly. “ Right ?” you huff, but he doesn’t pick up on your questioning expression.

“Yes, and perhaps with this soft fabric on our cushions.” He fingers a richly textured velvet that neither of you could even dream to afford.

“Can I help you?” the lady behind the stand queries. “That’s on clearance.” She nods at what Nathanael is looking at, but he shakes his head.

“Ah, no, thank you. We’re just looking. It’s not as if we’re in need of cushions in our home at the moment, so perhaps another time.”

You swallow thickly as she gives a friendly smile and turns to help another customer. Sighing deeply, you shake your head and head for the materials you actually need.

“We should keep this in mind though,” Nathanael states, “This place seems like a decent deal.”

“What ever should we need it for in the future?” you ask, “It’s not like we won’t be coming back here.”

Nathanael may not be the sharpest when it comes to picking up social cues, but he catches onto the sorrowful edge in your tone.

“Hey, love, why the pout?”

You huff and give him a small roll of your eye. “I’m not pouting.”

He plants a hand on his hip. “Something is clearly bothering you.”

“Why would you care?”

“Because I am your fiancé.”

You stare at him with hurt in your eyes. “Are you?” you whisper.

A moment of deafening silence befalls the two of you as you lock eyes for a few endless seconds. Nathanael seems to go through several emotions at once, eventually ending up at confusion.

“Wh… I don’t understand? What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

Before you can reply, the lady behind the stand comes to assist you with the cheapest linen you’ve picked out for the tunics. You hand it to her and leave Nathanael waiting for a while longer, every possible answer swirling around your mind.

Now that he has finally picked up on that you’re not happy with how things are between the two of you right now, it is time for a full confrontation, which is not your strongest suit. Even though you’ve tossed and turned for countless hours on end thinking about how to bring up the issue, now that you’re about to do so, all possible answers you’ve ever formulated in your mind fade at once.

You thank the vendor and turn to Nathanael, who watches you in puzzlement. “Come,” you tell him, heading out in front of him in order to find a more secluded area. Meanwhile, your heart hammers inside your chest, throat dry with nerves.

Once you halt in an alleyway, Nathanael finally dares to speak again. “Love?” he questions with an expectant edge to his tone, “Can you please tell me what is going on? Is everything alright? Did I say something wrong, or did I do—”

“You didn’t say anything ,” you whimper, “You haven’t reassured me at all! Ever since we left Betsaïda to follow Jesus, you’ve shown me nothing that you still want to marry me!”

Tears are hot behind your eyes, frustration suddenly spilling from you. “When the accident happened, you were in your full right to be upset! I completely understood that you needed time for yourself, but I missed you, Nathanael! We used to be such a strong team, and you lost yourself in going to the bar and isolating yourself when all I wanted to do was comfort you! I-I-I had to go to choose a wedding venue all by myself because I couldn’t find you! My parents, they—”

You hiccup, tears streaming down your cheeks. Nathanael looks at you with an ajar jaw, shaking his head in slight disbelief. “I had no idea that I made you feel that way, my love, I–”

“I’m not done, Nathanael! Then Jesus happened, and He is wonderful! He is everything we’ve prayed for because He is the Messiah! So all of our plans completely changed, and so did our initial wedding date! That is totally understandable, and I don’t blame you for that. However, you barely show me that you still see me as your future wife. You kiss me, cuddle me, introduce me to others as your fiancée, but not once, not once , Nath, have you even brought up the fact that we have to reschedule everything. My parents sent me a letter and are so upset with you for not taking initiative anymore!”

Out of breath, you sob for a few seconds whilst Nathanael attempts to process what you just said.

“I-I am not as good with things like these,” Nathanael stutters, “And I know it is not an excuse, and I am not trying to make it sound like one, but love, I am so deeply sorry that I’ve made you feel that way, as if you matter any less to me right now. Which you don’t! You mean more to me every day. It’s just that He showed up.”

You wipe your face on your sleeve, but it’s of no use as fresh tears keep spilling, everything coming out all at once. “I know,” you whisper, “As I said, Jesus is not the problem here. All I needed was a little bit of reassurance that you still want to marry me one day. I don’t know how long it will take, as long as you still show me the desire to do so, because you might be an airhead from time to time and you might not always understand me, but oh, Nathanael, I love you so much. And even if it takes years before we’re tying the knot, that is okay, just let me know that you still want me. That’s all I require.”

His eyes widen. “Wait, did you just say you love me?”

You laugh through your tears at his shocked expression and nod. “Of course I do, silly. And I’ll always do so, despite your thick skull.”

A wonderful blush colours his neck and cheeks pink and he opens his arms to initiate an embrace, which you gladly accept by wrapping yourself around him. He kisses your forehead before resting his chin on the crown of your head, rubbing gentle circles over your back.

“I am deeply sorry, (Y/n). I had no idea that I was making you feel that way, and you don’t deserve that. No matter how long we will keep following our Rabbi, know that once the time comes that we are to settle down, you and I are going to do so together.”

You sniffle and smile into his tunic, squeezing him tighter. “Good,” you breathe, “If you could… Keep telling me that from time to time. That would make me very happy.”

He hums in agreement and sighs happily, carding a hand through your hair at the back of your head. “Of course I will, (Y/n),” he promises, “I love you, too. And I’ll give you my word: When you and I are married, we will build our own house. I’ll design it in whatever way you’d like, adding every detail you want, and then I’ll make sure I’ll earn enough money so you can decorate it to your heart’s content.”

You blush at the words and nuzzle your nose against his, smiling when he wipes the damp streaks off your face with his thumbs. “I don’t mind,” you reply, “I don’t care about living in a perfect house and owning beautiful curtains or having an overhang supported by doric columns. What matters is that I’m with you , no matter where we’ll go and no matter where we’ll live.”

Now it’s Nathanael’s turn to be flustered again, and he chuckles a little. “And it’s my desire to take care of you, my love. Now, I fear that we’ll need to head back to meet with the others, before they’ll worry and come look for us.”

With newfound confidence in your relationship, you hook your hand through his arm gladly, carrying the fabrics to the meeting spot you’d agreed on, with Mary giving you a content look once you show up closer than ever, knowing that being upfront about your feelings has brought you back together.

#the chosen x reader #x reader #reader insert #nathanael #nathanael x reader #the chosen #fanfiction #chosen x reader

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wingbitblog · 2 months ago

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Blog Intro and Current Updates

Hey everyone! Finally put together a tumblr properly! You can look at all my worldbuilding things, fic updates, and accountability posts on this account.

This post will be periodically edited with fic updates and links, etc, for upcoming projects, WIPs, and current works. Click the titles to get sent to the website.

Basics about me:

I go by wingbit online and use any pronouns! I'm 21, a new Star Wars fan but DC Comics is old hat to me. Currently attending uni and perpetually exhausted. USA born and raised!

I have no DNF lists. Just be respectful.

I'm nooba1904 on discord if anyone wants to chat Force philosophy, DC fanon v canon, dune messiah, or anything really! I'm also always down to beta or coauthor something.

Star Wars:

Follow Me into that Endless Night - Obi-Wan as Fay's Padawan/Jedi Ranger AU. 5/? complete. Chapter 6 currently being edited. Outlined to chapter 27. The tag for info from this fic is #rangerobi

In the Year Ruusan - Obi-Wan time-travel fix-it, but 1000 years into the past. Updated to chapter 2. Overarching plots done. The tag for info from this fic is #ruusanobi

Never Get Away - One-shot Codywan, rebellion AU. Might return to this AU in a few years or something.

(In-progress) Untitled Genderbend AU - Luke and Leia genderbend, with Bobaluke and Maraluke battle royale. 10,700 written. Who knows when this will see the light of day.

Comics:

JUST ANOTHER TEEN SLASHER - Young Justice but they have a REALLY bad and bloody road trip. Slasher/horror AU. 18k words and complete!

Wasteland - Batman and Daredevil crossover that I've been plotting for two years. Pretty dark and depressing, but an overall happy ending is projected. The tag for info from this fic is #DDDCau

Analog Goes Digital! - Silk, Cindy/Saya Ishii AU. Lots of fashion, lots of social media. 6.7k wordcount one-shot.

(In-progress) The Virgin Mary and Other Lies - 15k one-shot that is still unfinished since 2020. Part of a larger series on the dead moms of the Batfam, but who knows when I'll get to them all.

(In-progress) Untitled Canon Compliant Batfam fic series - 33 planned. One currently being worked on. (Yikes).

JJK: (to be posted to rottenhoney)

(In-progress) Untitled Megumi and Gojo Centric - 8k written, one-shot, post-canon, canon compliant.

(In-progress) Any Corner of this Earth - 1k written, one-shot, canon divergent AU. Gojo shows up at the village a few moments after Geto finishes his purge.

Misc Fandoms: (always posted on rottenhoney)

Feast - 5k one-shot, Cruel Prince, post-canon, canon complaint (from original trilogy only). Jude/Cardan

(In-progress) Hey, Jude - Sequel to Feast. Plotted but not written.

(In-progress) Key Lime K.O.! - Gunpowder Milkshake Miraculous Ladybug AU. Accidentally deleted my old draft sob. Will eventually get something done though!

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ramrodd · 3 months ago

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You guys are at the leading edge of the Gen Z scholarship which is surmounting the cognitive glass ceiling of Post Modern Historic Deconstruction, Beginning with Molly Worthen and her full body contact epiphaney regardging Resurrection, that's what a "born Again" experience looks like. That's what Jesus was trying to enerate in Nicodemus in John. My interpretation of the syntehsis of the gospel of Mark and the Gospel of John, the Gegilain harmonization of the two narraives, tiold in a duet of voices, the Stoic voice of Corneliuus in the Gospel of Mark and the horse radish of the Seder in John. When you can hear the harmonizaton of Mark and John, both N.T. Wright's vrsion of Pauline Theology and Handel's Messiah will make perfect sense.

The Gospel of John us absolute proof that the Gospels and Acts are a literaary project. I' surprised that that is a novel idea in Christian academics, but Campus Crusade for Christ is totally clusell to the idea The are totally invested in the cosmic navel gazing of the Rorn Again Salvation Gospel. The Salvation Gospel os a core tenet of Project 2025: it's Jesus for Business and Phys Ed majors. Pople who prevent their children from clapping for Tink with strenuous lectures drawing upon the Objectivism of Ayn Rand

The Gosple of John is the memoir of St Mark of Alexandria , who was. like Topsey, was Jonh Mark at 12 years old and just growed. John Mark grew up know Jesus of Nazaret. He was the son of Mary of Jerusalem, where the Last Supper was held, and whe was probably Mary of Bethany, sister to Martha and Lazarus. They were in the hospitality business along withe Mary of Narareth, Jher oldest son, Jesus, was leaving the family buisness for some scheme he and his cousin John had cooked up having to do with fighting city hall.

In 30 CE, when JEsus was 35 and prepaaring to pop up from behind the Roman military horizon like Elon Musk doeing the Easter Bunny Hop for the Christian Nationalists with Trump. by taking command of John the Baptist's populist movmet that represented about 30 % of the Hebrews in Judea, John Mark was 12 yers old and about half way through his Bar Mitzvah year becoming a man with a robbi proctor, John Mark belonged to the Future Pharisees of Judea and was wll known around the Temple becuae my gues is that Mary of Jerusalem over-tithed while he was going through his training,

And, suddenly, his buddy Jesus of Nazareth was the Holy of Holies. Just like that. If you thing about the Synoptics, Behtnay is soemthing of a black hole, Jesus goid isnto at the end of the day on Palm Sunday and comes out the next day and stamps out the life of a fig trea with a word, The Gosple of John is the window of Bethany that the spies of the 10th Legion ignored.

In John 19, John Mark is a witness to the splitting of Jesus for the covenant cutting ceremony of the Talking Cross> He is dressed to be invisble to the Romans and it works: he isn't mentioned in Mark 15. At the end of thd day on Good Friday, everybody knows a stone hwas been rolled into place at the mouth of the tomb, but nobody mentions the Roman soldiers, who appear in the Graden on the Sabbath at the entrities of the Priests on the Sabbath. Every account of Easter Sunday by the women is that they expect to find the sealed tomb stillin plance and, I presume, to sweat talk the Roman soldiers to open the tomb. When they get there. the Romans are in a swoon and all ver the ground and the tomb is opened, And all the rest

The Gsopel of Peter records that everybody watched the Romans roll the stone into place and they seal it with 7 seals that reaappar in Revelation, And all of that is contemporary eye witness testimony. The soldiers all knew who Mary Magdalene was and John 20 is the record of her becoming Jesus's first convert. Like Khadijah

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sobreiromecanico · 5 months ago

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Um resmungo (ou um lamento)

Uma das lições que aprendi nas redes sociais, espaços onde a negatividade é um valor em si, é que é infinitamente mais interessante acompanhar alguém que fala das coisas de que gosta do que das coisas de que não gosta. O entusiasmo que denunciamos quando discorremos sobre algo que nos cativou é positivo e contagiante: ouvir alguém falar de um filme ou de um livro que marcou deixa-nos com uma energia muito singular, abre-nos novas perspectivas, permite-nos ver com um novo olhar algo que talvez até já tenhamos visto ou lido. Claro que isso não vende. Não gera engajamento, ou gera-o apenas de forma muito limitada. Nada como um bom resmungo, sarcástico e ácido q.b., bem polvinhado de provocações e de preferência com um título bem a puxar ao clickbait, para ganhar visualizações e gerar discussão. E sim, dependendo do talento do resmungador, até pode ser bastante divertido seguir o resmungo. Mas mais e mais também sinto-o como cansativo. Como perda de tempo. Afinal, para quê gastar o nosso tempo limitado (de vida em geral, se nos sentirmos filosóficos, mas do nosso dia-a-dia, entre as mil e uma coisas que temos de fazer) com coisas de que não gostamos? Por isso tenho evitado temas mais negativos na minha presença em redes sociais (sobretudo na BlueSky, pois o Twitter está praticamente infrequentável, o Facebook mostra mais anúncios do que actualizações de amigos, e mesmo aqui no Tumblr utilizo poucas ou nenhumas funcionalidades de social media), e também aqui no blogue: julgo que não tenho muitos leitores (não faço mesmo ideia), mas também julgo que aqueles que cá vierem parar (obrigado!) decerto sairão mais bem servidos se eu escrever sobre os livros que adorei ler, filmes que gostei imenso de ver, ou os discos que continuo a ouvir.

(A propósito, não tenho escrito muito sobre discos, só mostrado algumas capas. O gira-discos avariou há alguns meses, foi reparado entretanto, mas a reparação não foi grande coisa. Tenho muito que ouvir quando comprar um aparelho novo - espero que em breve -, e aí conto começar a escrever um pouco mais sobre a música que vou ouvindo.)

Esta divagação serve para assinalar este texto como um pouco excepcional, na medida de que se se trata de um resmungo. Certo, fiz dois meios-resmungos recentemente, um mais para assinalar um contraste curioso, e um outro que até está relacionado com a imagem que ilustra este texto, mas não quero de todo que isso se torne regra aqui. Se bem que talvez esteja a ser um pouco injusto comigo mesmo: isto não é tanto um resmungo como um lamento. Adiante, sigamos para o ponto, ou para o lamento: a imagem que deixei ali acima andou a circular nas redes durante o fim-de-semana, e dá conta dos blockbusters que podemos esperar para 2026. E, mais do que isso, ilustra muitíssimo bem o estado - ou o estrago - da arte, neste caso da sétima. Em 20 filmes, temos dois projectos ainda sem título, um de Jordan Peele e outro de Steven Spielberg, que imagino serem filmes originais, e um outro projecto, o Project Hail Mary, que é a adaptação do livro de Andy Weir. E, vá lá, Dune Messiah, já que sendo uma sequela irá adaptar para o cinema uma parte da história de Frank Herbert que nunca chegou ao grande ecrã. Os outros 16 projectos - ou 80% desta lista - serão sequelas, prequelas, remakes, crossovers, ou apenas novas entradas em franchises comerciais mais alargadas. Projectos seguros, sem risco financeiro e decerto criativo relevante: até podem vir a ter qualidade (não acredito que a Pixar faça um mau Toy Story, por exemplo), mas em última análise serão mais do mesmo. Mais Marvel. Mais DC. Mais Star Wars. Mais Hunger Games. Percebem a ideia: mais do mesmo. E isso é bastante deprimente.

Dito isto, talvez deva olhar para isto de outra perspectiva: afinal, sempre há ali pelo meio dois ou três filmes que poderão ser muito promissores, e que podem bem valer a pena o bilhete para o cinema. E, claro, estes são os títulos grandes; os grandes títulos, esses, só os descobriremos mais perto de 2026. Sempre será mais reconfortante ver as coisas assim, diria.

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