#mary and the saints cant hear you

[breadsticks-cheezits]

Taylor Swift's music sucks but that doesn't change the fact that most protestants understand the bible better than catholics who are so keen on extrabiblical nonsense and works-based salvation. But huur huur gotta pray to created beings and earn our salvation.

taylor swift fans interpret her lyrics the way protestants interpret the bible

[liquidstar]

You posted a couple days ago abt greek myth getting degreeked in favor of a more general "ancient" vibe, so if you dont mind me asking, what sre some greek cultural elements you see in the stories beyond them being "oh its ancient greece so its greek"?

off the top of my head i cant really think of any story that has obvert examples 😅 though i hear "my big fat greek wedding" playfully messed around with a lot of stereotypes, i havent actually seen it because i have no interest in most romcom movies. my brother loved it tho so its got his approval at least lol

though like, as far as things i would actually LIKE to see more of:

greek names? i rarely see characters with modern greek names that arent a joke abt how long or weird the name is. maybe its because names like panagiotis and kostadina arent as aesthetic as aphrodite, but those are just the names greek people have. some people do still have ancient names though! but usually those are more rare

also like, related to the last one, in greece "name days" are a big deal. its the day that the saint that your namesake is from is celebrated, and usually you have a party- its like a birthday almost! some bigger saints also have HUGE parties called a panigiri, usually held by the villages whos church's honor that saint. the biggest one by a longshot is the vrigin mary's (panagia), any variant of the name panagiotis/panagiota or mario/maria gets celebrated. theyre usually outside, like huge picnic parties that can last well into the night, theres food and wine and lots of really really fucking loud bouzoukia. anyway if a character was to have an ancient or foreign name they wouldnt get a name day, and they WOULD be bitter about this. speaking from experience because my parents gave me an ancient name after my grandma LOL

ok. last bulletpoint about names actually. traditionally you have to follow some very specific rules when naming your baby in greek. usually you would name the baby after one of their grandparents, the typical order is father's father, father's mother, mother's father, and mother's mother. not everyone follows this to a T though, especially if the baby is the "opposite" gender of whichever grandparent they should be named after and there isn't a male/female equivalent (andrea can become andreana, but theres no male equivalent to zoi, for example). also the "grandparent naming scheme" can be broken if you name your baby as a prayer (ex. if youre afraid your baby will have health problems you would do this). this is why the names panagioti/panagiota and maria are so common since theyre prayers to the virgin mary. not mario for some reason tho? lol

not everyone lives on a pretty island or in the middle of athens or by the ruins. most of greece is rural, and most of greece is.. well. poor. if theyre not from the islands theyre probably from the mountains, they probably have "vlahika" accents, their village is probably somewhat broken down. but for some reason you will probably still run into tourist trap locations that sell cheesy keychains like who even comes here? usually just people from the nice parts who wanted to see the mountains honestly

anyway since greek villages tend to be so tiny and isolated, they tend to be places where everyone knows everyone, everyone feels safe, no one locks their doors, everyone acts familiar all the time. so like, if you have a character that used to live in greece odds are theyd probably be kind of socially weird! they might act overly familiar with everyone, stuff like answering honestly whenever strangers ask "how are you" or they may be paranoid of the relatively big cities in america, if theyre parents they may be overprotective.

seeing some greek food is also always cool, beyond gyros you could also include stuff like taramasalata, moussaka, fakes soup, baklava, halva. and hey turkish delights are super popular as far as candy goes. there are also types of food that get made for special occasions, like vasilopita on new years (theres a coin baked into it and if you get the slice with it you have good luck for the year!) and tsoureki on easter. also on that note there are some pretty specific easter traditions, like eggs have to be painted specifically red and lamb gets cooked on a spit. no egg hunts though thats not as much of a thing there!

also santa comes on new years, not christmas. dont know why. guess he cant do the WHOLE world in one night.

you know about nazar/evil eye charms? these things 🧿 < though in greece theyre most commonly referred to as mati (singular) or matia (plural), theyre common all around the mediterranean region though. and their function is the same in greece as everywhere else- to ward off evil gazes that curse you. sometimes if youre in a bad mood or youre having a shitty day its said that youre "matiazmeni" (glared at with the evil eye). and there are some people who can supposedly undo it.

also to avoid the evil eye its common to "spit". but you dont actually spit, you just say the onomatopoeia for it- "ftou!" (if you actually spit youd probably get yelled at so avoid that lol). usually if you hear it along with compliments, basically in order not to jinx anyone. because of this association the phrase "frou sou!" ("ftou to you") basically means "you look amazing!"

marti!!!! okay so like, the third month of the year, march, is said to be a very very hectic one, called "trelo-marti" (literally "crazy march") because the weather is all over the place, cold one day and warm the next. theres this fun little tradition where, in order to avoid a sunburn in march, you wear a thin red-and-white braided bracelet. and when march ends you hang it on a tree so the birds can make a nest with it (not everyone does this anymore though bc its littering!)

also swallows are important! in greece theyre a big deal because theyre migratory birds, and its said that spring officially starts once you see the first swallow. when greek kids learn abt this in school we sort of just end up loving these birds to death 

this ones kind of funny but like, an open palm in a "throwing" motion is considered an offensive hand gesture. even worse if you use one hand to slap the other hand forward. it basically means "im throwing shit at you" and is usually accompanied by the person saying "na!" ("take it")

plate smashing and opa is not even a stereotype we just do that shit for real. greeks love to party, its true, depicting some plate smashing and opa-ing is just true to form. especially if theyre also dancing some traditional dances like sirtaki or hasapiko. you know, the ones where everyone is in a big circle.

tuesday the 13th is considered an unlucky day, just like friday is here. its mostly because its linked with the fall of constantinople but ive also heard its because its associated with ares? not sure of the exact origin. also tied to the saying "bad luck comes in threes" because in greek tesuday is called "triti". doesnt make much sense when translated tho.

also like on a bit of a more serious note.. if you have a character thats greek odds are their family has probably been through some serious shit in the past, or maybe even they themselves if theyre old enough. im not a history nut by any means, so i could be missing some stuff, but the country was held under ottoman rule for a long time, and while the country officially became freed in the war of independence in 1821 (independence day is celebrated on march 25th) tensions didnt just let up for a long time. there was an active genocide carried out during and after world war 1, which officially ended in 1922, but did a lot of damage to the country in ways that still linger- like how lots of villages no longer have greek names (including my fathers and the one i was raised in, and my father specifically grew up in a place very backwards with no running water or electricity, no access to cars or medicine or hospitals etc.). in world war 2 the axis powers ceased control of the country, employed guerrilla control over rural areas and massacres of villages. ive heard some really fucking terrible horror stories from my own mothers village about stuff these officers would do that i wont get into here but like. it was bad. and it caused a lot of tensions to rise in the country which lead to a really brutal civil war RIGHT after world war 2, like, almost instantly. it ended in 100,000 people being executed. tensions did NOT quell over this and in the 60s there was a coup lead by a super super infamous right-wing dictator, george papadopoulos, he would crack down on anything left-wing declaring it anarcho-communist. political rights and civil liberties were taken away. it lasted until 1974, ended by another coup. among this the saying "psomi! pedia! elefteria!" ("bread! education! freedom!) became popularized as an anti-papadopoulos slogan. nowadays greece is a democratic nation but not without its issues, the economy is a pretty obvious example. things are still more peaceful today though. my grandma was born at the end of world war 2 and lived through a lot of shit, and going back to the importance of names, she was named after the greek word for peace as a prayer.

edit: i cant believe i forgot this. big noses.

edit 2 sorry: also i wanna clarity. if your story really does take place in ANCIENT greece then like, it does not have to reflect modern greece at all!!! unless you wanna make somekind of wacky comedy i guess! if you wanted to do an ancient setting i think the best thing you can do is look into the ancient cultures of the time on their own, rather than learning about them through mythology or a mythological aesthetic, yknow? but im not that well versed on ancient greece. i lived in modern greece so im offering the best help i can through that lens.

it sort of all just heavily depends on the kind of story you want to tell, i think. like if you wanna write some high fantasy story with the greek gods i dont think it has to be meaningfully greek. really my complaint wasnt “every story that has the greek gods should be More Greek” but it was like “how come the greek gods have been so far removed from their cultural roots in popculture?”. i think its okay if an individual story doesnt really have anything significant to do with greece though. but every now and then it does strike me as odd that characters with ancient greek themes in set in modern times choose to have 0 greek characters lol

[voidselfshipp]

Pacific.Rim f/o's x me Moodboards

Cw: suggestiveness. (Use of the petname "da.ddy" as a reference to herc)in hercs moodboard (ill leave him as the final one) also idk how to tag that so if anyone can help me out its appreciated, also anger issues mention.

Mako Mori

"Having you as my first friend is truly an honor"

"Shut up mako!"

Trope: enemies (ish) to best Friends.

Song: Best Friend by Saweetie Ft. Doja Cat

Stacker Pentecost

"Only you could teach me how to love the Ocean again"

"Why?"

"Because in its ebb and flow I see your love"

Trope: tall brooding and serious x slightly less serious smol.

Song: The Man I Love By Ella Fitzgerald

Charles (Chuck) Hansen

"Thanks for Sticking around for so long, princess, I know I can be hard to deal with sometimes"

"I'll always be there for you,'sides, you've come a long way"

"All thanks to you, luv"

Trope: Bad boy with anger issues x opposite 'goody two shoes' who also has anger issues (And can control them)

Song: Kiss From A Rose, specifically the cover made by Super Guitar Bros

Yancy Becket

"You're always look so beautiful, Raleigh and I might make you the poster girl for Lady Danger"

"First, in your dreams, becket, second you're such a charmer"

"If I sing that one song that reminds you of me Will you do it?"

"Dont. You. Dare...y'know my heart can handle it. Wipe that stupid grin off of your pretty face!"

Trope: Effortlessly charming with a heart of gold x tough looking softie, who gets easily flustered.

Song: Strawberry Blond by Mitski. Alternatively, Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor or Dandelions By Ruth B and My Type by Saint Motel

Raleigh Becket

"I honestly have no clue how you can love me sometimes"

"Rals. Youre a blonde haired blue eyed golden retriever of a Man, how couldnt I love you"

Trope:Emotionally constipated Man who hopes to find love and is a golden retriever x trust issues having sunshine

Song: My Type by Saint Motel, Dandelions by Ruth B, Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor.

Hermann Gottlieb

"And thats why this calculation should give me the exact result for-- did you understand anything?"

"Nope. But im trying my best only because its you and I love hearing you talk"

"..."

"Hermann?"

"..."

"I think I broke you"

Trope: Awkward but sweet nerd x a little less awkward but sweet nerd (who cant understand math for shit)

Song: Genius, by Labrynth

Newton Geiszler

"Sorry I must be talking your ears off...!"

"Ramble away. You did hear me ramble about kaijus for two hours, besides I love seeing how your mind works"

"Newton you absolute charmer..!"

Or

"Stacker I want that one" said Newton after I listened to him intently about kaijus for an hour and a half.

"Newton you cant just call dibs on people"

"buT I WANT HER!,SHE'S LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED"

Trope: hyperactive adhd nerd x constantly tired (probably also has adhd) nerd.

Song: Mary On A Cross by Ghost

Tendo Choi (Quispe)

"Thanks for teaching me some spanish, doll"

"Of course! Glad to help another latino out"

"Ya wanna know whats my favorite phrase in spanish?"

"Sure!"

"Te Amo~"

"teNDO YOU DORK!"

Trope: friends/co-workers to lovers (who Bond over being/descending from the same continent)

Song: Nunca Me Faltes by Antonio Rios, or Youre The One That I Want from Grease. (Mans loves a classic)

(Quispe is not a cannon last name but I think it fits since hes chinese/peruvian).

Hercules (Herc) Hansen

"Thanks by the way"

"For what?"

"For giving me all the love i didnt know I was missing, and for helping me get closer to my son. I love you"

"I love you too"

Trope: Tough guy who really needs a hug x Tough softie who loves giving hugs

Song: Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar, or I Was Made For Loving You by KISS

《♡♡♡♡♡》

-> Only mutuals allowed to rb.

[luveline]

hi! this is that book anon ❤️ i’d love to hear just some of your fav books, i don’t really read romance either i just cant articulate, but books that have romantic aspects, or just beautifully written books in your opinion would be lovely if you want to share:) and thanks for always being so kind with asks <333

hi sorry this took ages for me to answer ! i thought I'd list some of the things I've read recently and enjoyed under a cut and you can decide for yourself if they sound interesting to you!

beasts of extraordinary circumstance by ruth emmie lang

a novel, follows a magical boy through life through the eyes of people who obviously care about him a lot, has some really nice moments

calling a wolf a wolf by kaveh akbar

poetry collection, featuring my favourite poem of all time 'neither now nor never'. this is the most annotated book that i own and every poem has something beautiful and gives me poet envy

all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr

set during the occupation of Paris and afterwards in saint malo. this book very much influenced how i describe things, the author makes even the mundane beautiful or rather makes u realise nothing is really ever as mundane as you'd think

love poems by pablo neruda

it's neruda talking about love <3 nothing else can be said he's a sick freak for making me feel the way he does

heaven by mieko kawakami

i couldn't do this justice, it's a slow starter but is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read, I think about it all the time!

my lesbian experience with loneliness by kabi nagata

changed the way i thought about love and self-love, and sex as well! a favourite

poetry collection special mentions:

bright dead things by ada limon

crush by richard siken

the wild iris by louise glück

felicity by mary oliver

the moon is always female by marge piercy

pilgrim bell by kaveh akbar

comfort food by ellen van neerven

i know you're probably thinking bro shut up i wanted books and youre forcing poems down my throat but I genuinely think the more poetry I read the more romantic my own writing becomes, it is truly a wonder to see love through other people's eyes . anyhow! I hope you find at least one thing on this list worth reading that you hadn't read before ♡♡♡

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Flesh & Blood | Part One (Prologue)

Series Summary: A mysterious stranger with ties to your past shows up in your small village

Chapter Summary: Saint Mary’s Convent of Budapest has an unwelcome visitor

Pairing: Count Dracula x reader 

Word Count: 1445

Warnings: mentions of death & blood (I mean, it’s a vampire story so..)

A/N: spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

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1897

It started when the undead man arrived. 

The fishermen found him caught up in their nets and they brought him straight here. He should have been dead. I mean he was dead, but he was also alive and talking. He didn’t make any sense. 

Once he was inside the convent walls none of us saw him. We were instructed by Mother Superior not to enter the room where he was. Only sister Agatha was allowed to speak with him. 

A week passed and we carried on our business as usual, but rumours were beginning to spread about who this man was. More importantly what this man was. 

One night as we were preparing dinner, the usually quiet walls of the convent were suddenly filled with the sound of windows smashing, and an unholy screeching noise. Bats flew frantically around our heads as sisters ran screaming. Then we heard the bell and we knew what was happening. We had been warned this night would come. 

As we hurried to assemble in the courtyard that's when I saw him for the first time. The Count we had been told stories about, stood naked on the other side of the big iron gates.

“Sister Agatha, have you been up to one of your secret projects again?” Mother Superior asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice. 

“You’d better hope so” Agatha responds confidently.

As we get closer I see the Count more clearly. He’s more handsome than I had imagined, even though he is covered in blood.

“This is exciting” he says in a British gentleman voice, pressing his face up to the bars of the gate. “this will be the most nuns I’ve had in one sitting”

Once we are in place Sister Agatha gives us the signal.

“Sisters, present arms” she calls and we take out the wooden stakes we had spent the past week carving in preparation for this very night. 

Instead of striking fear the Count seems more excited. 

“ooh, I see my arrival was anticipated”

“I was aware of the possibility” Agatha responds calmly. 

“Sister Agatha, what have you brought down upon us?” Mother Superior is trying to appear as calm but I can tell she is concerned. 

Suddenly the Count slams up against the gates, the iron banging loudly making us all jump. 

“Coo-ee! Hello ladies!” He shouts but gets no response “I don't want to worry you, but the army of the faithful cant seem to look me in the eye” he scans across the sister’s faces until he lands on mine. I lock eyes with him and feel my breath hitch in my throat. I know I should look away but I just can’t.

“except one” he adds.

Mother Superior turns around and I quickly avert my gaze, taking a deep breath. My heart feels like it’s going to beat its way out of my chest. Sister Agatha takes a step closer to him. 

“You're naked and they’re nuns. Its isn’t your eye they’re not looking at”

“Well isn’t anyone going to invite me in” he ignores her, addressing us again “I’ve come a long way to see you”

“Certainly not” Mother Superior states firmly. 

“Sister Y/N, the key” Agatha says and I look up at her in shock. 

She stands waiting, but she doesn’t take her eyes off the Count. I glance at the other sisters who are looking at me pleadingly not to do it, then back at Agatha. 

“you cannot be serious” Mother Superior questions her

“I am more than serious, I am completely confident” she responds before turning to me and holding her hand out. I send a quick glance to Mother Superior then take slow steps toward Agatha. 

“that’s it Y/N, oh you are a good girl aren’t you?” I try my best to ignore the Count’s remarks as I hesitantly place the key in Agatha’s hand before turning and rejoining the sisters. 

Agatha approaches the gate, puts the key in the lock and turns it slowly. The click of the metal as it unlocks places a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. She opens the gate, the Count stands grinning maniacally watching her. Once open she stands almost face to face with him. 

“This is Saint Mary’s convent of Budapest and you are not welcome here.” She says confidently “You are more specifically not invited in”

He glares at her for a moment before a loud roar spills from his blood covered lips. A few of the sisters let out small whimpers, but I stand silently with my eyes transfixed on his face. 

“Look at them” he shouts, gesturing to us “look at your sisters. One of them, thats all I need. If just one of your pretty little army beckons me in…” his eyes fall on me “I will tear your world to pieces and I will drink my fill”

With one last growl the Count turns and saunters away. The courtyard erupts into action as sisters frantically move around but I find myself stood frozen in place watching him disappear into the darkness. 

— — — —

An hour later we have all been called to the church hall to pray. Mother Superior stands at the front speaking to us all. 

“…he will not reach down to save us, we will rise to meet him. Let us pray”

We bow our heads and begin our pleas to God for help and strength but are interrupted by sounds of coughing and a familiar voice. 

“she was just clearing her throat” 

I look up to see the now fully clothed Count holding Mother Superior’s head in the air as he stands next to her headless bleeding body. Panic sets in as sisters scream and flee for their lives. 

The Count closes in on a group of sisters who are backed into a corner but stops when they present their crucifix necklaces. I grab mine from around my neck and hold it up in the air. 

“Oh of course. Nuns. You have those things, which work actually. Even though you will never guess why” he drags a wooden chair into the centre of the room and takes a seat. “So I suppose I’ll just have to control myself. But between you and me, controlling wolves in just so much more fun”

We hear the sound of howling as a pack of wolves enter the room, calmly watching us. A sister tries to make a run for it but is caught and ripped apart in front of our eyes.

“Woah! Oh, ow that must have hurt” the Count laughs and the room erupts into chaos. Sisters and wolves running. Screams and howls merge into one horrendous sound. Blood soaking everything. And in the middle of it all, the Count watching and laughing. 

I realise I would never make it if I tried to run so I fall down the floor and roll under one of the benches, praying silently as I wait for my turn to die. From under the bench I watch as the last remaining sister is knocked down and dragged away screaming. I slap my hand over my mouth tightly to suppress my own scream as the room falls silent. I lie there shaking as I listen to quiet footsteps approach and a wolf sniffing around the bench I am under. 

I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable. 

But it never comes. 

The wolf turns and leaves and I let out a small sigh. 

Suddenly the bench is ripped from above me and I cant stop the scream from escaping my mouth as I look up to see the Count stood over me. He grins at me as I lie there completely vulnerable. 

He extends his hand to me and when I don't take it he raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N” he almost sings my name, but I hear the danger in his voice warning me not to disobey him. 

I comply, reluctantly placing my hand in his. He pulls me up fast and I stumble, falling into him and he holds me close to his chest. 

He brings his face close to mine but I don't dare look at him. He moves my hair gently off my neck and I feel his nose trail across my skin. He pauses.

“You know what, I think I’ve had enough nuns for one day” he whispers in my ear as he releases his hold on me and takes a step back. 

I look at him wide eyed. He winks at me and walks away, leaving me stood alone in the middle of a pool of flesh & blood. 

I will never understand why he spared me, but I feel this is not the last I will see of the Count. 

Part Two

[libidomechanica]

In amongst us all

In amongst us all suppose temper  not boundless moon hath the Pages; 

they are all deep to the loftie  oke, thou wilt prove whole of its lifes appointed  but the damned grotesques 

made matters are; myriad voice by the 

frankincense. Some tortured its unexpanded  who watchful stare upon the morn she  saint to give nothing chambers, and small, 

what next—I cant tell— people go beyond  all is virtue was  peaceable— again, as fault, whose  which Julia saw thee, o Vashti, noblest ef forts for proctors doome of June, about “

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masquerade, and to lame! May move to 

win her song with ‘Pray, stealth  her morning slombreth in what I do  not so bitter gall, trust me, I admire’ how this  the stone wide chasm of the  greetings and hear me sicken to  sublime, then laughes the room for  he who we went sing, causeless truth and curld  Assyrian Bull she felt this is pleasest 

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death, but to me? It eats into  a metaphysician to  travel throng had tolerable anger is 

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we-see poem. Has curved along array 

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which I designd, your bad instinct again, 

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would be still, is this omission, and  the soot the son The  womans hands were heart was equal 

but to field above my Highland Mary.  a Walter hair; even Death, dear strong wind 

black docks dreadful wind, or the  prove when be sent in a  formulated cantana of  thy broader tone came out of disbelief 

must pose, beat balmy time forrit, honest bark bay  deep-mouth a red, requisitors, and his 

memory of her voice, warmth, what  it hastily, and frownd not be an  empty pockets, and kissing,’ with  that sleep, Love,” (foolish Council)— knowing 

lime with Time was surely 

Juan knockd trigger, now, this, that had 

tried the wakened his passport and  those tufts, in the shape of Terror  credulous for helplessly before  than one eye or early light  doth make suspicion now haue I leaves sae green, your  life, near home;’“t is wish, nor leisure:”  weight turn forms of my sex? The vain  adornd like fields are safely mined for  a hundred friends  from the dying, dying, dying brain  on hand: and then the savior of 

the thing to detain the  age is rough the skies, making  momentum, the fooles, or harm, or  else but it will hem often  a maidens, he had not along her wont 

in young, receives and thither?  If this sire was white  hand takes and cloth upon her feet might  he wander each in ravage the door.

[paula-of-christ]

If Mary and the other saints and angels "Can't hear you" because they are dead/not on Earth, then demons and the devil can't hear you either, so we should have no fear of the occult (which is directly condemned in the old and new testaments) and that means we should freely use ouiji and other w*tchcraft, since the only person that can hear us is God, and He is the only one who knows our intentions, right?

Demons cant possibly hear us trying to have power of our own and take advantage of us so what does it matter if we try and cast spells in the name of God? Its what He would have wanted.

[chrissyl0v3]

Party Crasher Thoughts

Ay new episode! This one was honestly a total shitshow😂 It was 2:30 am when it came out for me so my sleep deprived brain could not process what was going on in this episode for the life of me lol, so now im watching it once again with subs to really get the full feel for it!

Subbed episode found here

Oml he dyed his hair to look like Adrien, that’s so creepy..

HE HAS HOLOGRAM TECHNOLOGY???

w a c k

A-HA, I KNEW EMILIE WASN’T SOME SAINT but I wonder what she did..

wh-

OMG HE ACTUALLY CATCHES BUTTERFLIES LMFAO WHY IS HE WEARING A BEE KEEPER SUIT THO?? GABE THEY DON’T HAVE STINGERSS

awwww he’s such a good boyfriend

That girl just picked up a tree all by herself while all the others are partnered into two. BUFFINETTE IS STILL A THING, SCREW THE FLOUR BAGS

I get this is supposed to be reasoning for Kim to be able to swim but Adrien why the actual fuck do you have rose petals in your bathtub??

Nino is taking advantage of Adrien’s lack of knowledge about friendship and it has me kinda pissed

cuuuuuuuute

Jesus Christ.

Rip they just killed Marinette

IF THEY JUST TOSSED CARS THEN THEY DEFINITELY KILLED MARINETTE

Max bribing Gorilla once again is still hilarious

Why is Thomas here????? Just another self-insert smh

FHJGHKJSDGJKDSGHKJDHGSKAGSK

wtf

BUFF👏IN👏ETTE👏

First off, Wicky wicky wah. Second off, does Adrien even realize Master Fu is here?

I don’t know whether to laugh or sigh

HAHAHA

This is 100% the funniest part of the episode

OH NO! HE CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HIS AIRPODS!

It’s blatantly obvious that that akuma came from the Agreste Mansion bUT OF COURSE NO ONE NOTICES

THE SONG THEY KEEP PLAYING SOUNDS SO SIMILAR TO THE YMCA SONG I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS SO

That’s Collector’s powers???? Gabriel you’re becoming very unoriginal

ohhh. So Collector but cooler.. a’ight

AWWW he gives Mari such a sweet look 💖💝💘💞❣️💕💓💖💝💗💞💘💞❣️💕💓💖💝💗💞

HE’S ONLY WARNING HER AWWWWWW GAGFDKJSAH

What is that face for lmaoo

Wait a gosh darn diddly second, why is the main focus point on Luka during an Akuma fight? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

LADYNOIR JULY BABY

oh fuck.. That’s not good lol

This man just carries around the Miraculous box wherever he goes? MMMM that’s not safe

AAAAAA OMG IT’S HAPPENING

(Bonus Live Feed of my reaction)

blurred for privacy lol

w h-

Max is literally just with lighter hair and sunglasses.. His design is horrible, fricking thanks, I hate it

ALSO HOW TF DOES CHAT KNOW HIS NAME????

H O W??? also OMG ITS H I M I DON’T EVEN REALLY LIKE LUKA BUT BOY BE LOOKING NICE IN A COSTUME FVVMCSSVHSB

Me and the boys getting ready to defeat an Akuma

HAH

Dear god they suck

THIS KID IS STILL SWIMMING

This.

that looks so cool lol

—–

All in all my total rating for this episode is 7/10!

Reasoning:

It was bad for the boys the lies to their gfs just to spend time with a friend

Marinette really shouldn’t have lied either

There’s a lot going on and its hard to focus on the main point

This episode is obviouly way out of order because Chat Noir acted like he knew Pegasus and Viperion 

I just didn’t enjoy the episode that much, it was fun though!

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[arthurs-wife]

The Stagecoach Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore

Anonymous said to arthurs-wife: Hello! I’ve just done the mission where Mary asks Arthur to run away with her and I was going to ask if you could write a story where Arthur goes behind the readers back to run away with Mary and leaves the reader worried about him for weeks aswell as the gang so she’s rides out to look for him and finds him and Mary kissing leaving her heartbroken as well as Arthur as he begins crying/ pleading for her to come back. Could you make it a happy/ fluffy ending? Thank you ✨💕

A/N: this got lonk. i hope it makes some sense, thank you so much for the prompt and your patience!

You stood to the side of Arthur’s tent, around the wagon, and tapped your foot nervously. If you went in there were you too needy? Did you maybe give him some time? It had only been one kiss, maybe just play it off, act natural.

You took a deep breath and swung yourself around the wagon and opened your mouth to… an empty bed. Deflated, you dropped your arms to your side and looked around. Strange, his bed looked neater and the pictures were gone from his bedside table and wagon. Your head whipped around to see if his horse was still hitched, she wasn’t.

“Charles!”

Within seconds he was at your side, strapped in and ready to go.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Arthur,” you gestured to his empty cabin, “I think he’s gone.”

Charles surveyed the scene and motioned for you to follow him. You mounted your horses and rode off towards Valentine.

A train blundered past you both, blowing its horn and clacking away as you struggled to keep up with Charles. You both skidded into the train station and hitched your horses and barrelled inside.

“When did the last train leave?” you demanded of the ticket man and Charles put his hand on your shoulder.

“Why just a few minutes ago,” the ticket man said, holding his hands up a little at your tone.

“Did you see a man get on,” you asked, “tall-ish, long brown hair and a hat with a rope around it? Would have been wearing a blue shirt probably.”

“Oh! Oh yes,” the man said excitedly, happy he could provide you with at least a little information, “yes he came through with a woman early this morning.”

“What did she look like?” Charles asked because your throat had suddenly become so tight you couldn’t breathe.

“Brown hair, freckle on her right cheek,” he said.

“Where did they go?” you managed to ask.

“I’m sorry miss,” he said, “I didn’t sell them the tickets, just happened to see them get on board.”

There was nothing more to do, so you walked out of the station, barely registering your surroundings. The sun was up proper now and people in Valentine were starting to stir.

“Who is she?” you asked when Charles had appeared beside you.

“That’d be Mary,” he said, taking your hand and walking to your horses, “I’m surprised he actually did it this time.”

“Did what?”

“Start a new life with her.”

The sun was cold.

*** You spent most of your time in the wilderness, scouting out towns and huddled around your campfire, looking for Arthur. Sometimes Charles stayed with you to help look, but you felt more alone when he was there.

Dutch had been enraged when Charles informed him what Arthur had done and locked himself away in his tent. Hosea tried to talk to him but found more yield talking to a wall. The only person who didn’t seem to be affected was Micah, who strode around the camp, thumbs in his suspenders.

“Looks like pretty boy got himself a train out of here as quick as he could, huh?”

Only Charles and Jack had offered to help you look for him, as fruitless an effort it may be.

You all rode from the Mountains of West Elizabeth to Annesburg and there was no trace of the man. One night you and Charles and John sat around a campfire on an unseasonably cold night and drank from your respective flasks. John offered you a cigarette and you took one.

“I don’t know what Dutch is gonna do if we can’t find him,” he said, mumbling as he lit his cigarette, “might just implode. Been going that way for a while.”

“Dutch’ll keep on going,” Charles shook his head, “he’s dealt with this before.”

“Doesn’t mean he was the better for it,” John said.

You laid there listening to them talk and looked up at the stars and wondered why you were even looking for Arthur. You all were going through the motions now, doing your due diligence to make sure that if you did find Arthur, he’d know you all really did care about him.

Not that he cared for you.

*** “Get behind here.”

Charles grabbed your sleeve and pulled you behind a pillar. You had finally made it to Saint Denis, three full weeks after Arthur had left you. It was the industrial side of town and the buildings were crammed together like sardines, you hated it here and could tell Charles did too.

“What is it?” you whispered and Charles nodded to a stagecoach.

You turned to look and it stopped in front of a house. The driver stepped off and opened the door, holding his hand out for-

“That’s her, Mary,” Charles hissed and you felt him restless beside you.

When she was down another man stepped out and if it weren’t for that stupid smile you wouldn’t have recognized him.

Hair trimmed short and faded on one side, his beard almost non-existent, clean suit and not a speck of dirt on his shoes. Arthur stepped out of the carriage and Mary grabbed his hand, pulling him down and kissing him.

And that just made you so god damn mad.

“Arthur you son of a bitch!”

You stomped out of your precarious hiding space and barely heard Charles trying to drag you back. The breath had left your lungs to be replaced with cold fire and brimstone and you pulled back your fist and punched him dead in the jaw.

Like it mattered, your fists were fleas compared to his face but you think you got the point across. Tears filled your eyes and you didn’t even care about Mary at this point, all your rage was focused on this man who was doing just fine without the rest of you.

“Y/n, wait, I-”

“I’m done waiting!” you cried, “I waited three weeks for you to show your face, you coward! We all waited! Do you know what you did to us?”

“I know and I’m sorry-”

“I don’t care how sorry you are!”

Charles had come up behind you quietly and taken your hand and it calmed you down a little. Always a light in such trying times. Arthur turned his gaze to Charles and pleaded with him silently.

“At least we know you’re okay, Arthur,” Charles said and you could hear the venom in his voice, see the way Arthur recoiled from it. Mary walked up to Arthur and looked between the three of you.

“Arthur, who is this?” she asked, looking at you. Somehow you couldn’t be mad at her. She was beautiful and strong enough to tear Arthur away from a life that would kill him. “Mary this is y/n,” he sighed, “and Charles.”

“You two seem to have some kind of relationship,” she said, drawing herself up.

“We don’t,” you spat, “enjoy civilization.”

You turned on your heel and left, despite the fact that both of your horses were in the opposite direction. Anything to get away from them, from the stink of this city.

You felt a hand grab yours and you thought it was Charles but you turned.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to say to you,” you said, ripping your hand out of Arthur��s.

“I made a mistake,” he said.

“You sure seemed to be enjoying that mistake by kissin’ on it.”

“Now it ain’t like that-”

“Then tell me what it’s like!” you cried. You felt so small in front of this man.

“I got scared,” he said finally, “that night with you, made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. I went to town to clear my head and Mary got to me first, made her case and here I am. Not my proudest moment.”

“Dutch is furious,” you said.

“As he should be.”

“I’m furious.”

“I did you wrong,” he said, taking a step closer to you, “and I’m glad y’all found me.”

“You better,” you said through your gritted teeth, “get your ass back to Valentine before I kick it back there for you.”

In spite of the sour situation he grinned at you. And in even more spite, because that’s what you were made of, you stood on your toes and kissed him, taking his face in your hands and pressing as hard as you could, feeling him wrap his arms around you.

“And grow out your beard for Christ’s sake.”

[angrylizardjacket]

ask your destiny to dance [6] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

“What are you doing here?” Ash’s voice is hostile, and Roger waits with his snare in his arms, just around the corner of the building. He’s not following her, or at least, he didn’t mean to; he’s just packing up his drums, like he did after every show. Sure he was a bit earlier than usual but that didn’t mean anything.

“Sweet girl, I wanted to see you.” The voice is teasing, like she should have know this already, masculine, low, and it makes Roger nauseous. Finally he peers around the edge of the building and catches a better glimpse of the man from the bar, who is now standing less than a foot from a tense and confused Ash who leans against the door to the bar.

“You- why?” Already her voice has softened, but it seems he still makes her uncertain, if the tense set of her shoulders is anything to go by. But then the man’s reaching out, resting his hands on her upper arms. “You’re not mad at me?” She asks, relaxing under his touch, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. Something in Roger’s gut twists at the sight.

“Of course not, baby girl.” He’s got her accent, Roger realises, and something in his chest tightens as the man places his hands on her shoulders coaxing her away from the door so he can wrap her up in a hug. Roger can see her trembling as she hugs him back, a soft confusion written all over face. “I’ve missed you.” He tells her, voice a murmur, but in the crisp, night air, it’s loud enough that even Roger hears.

“Why are you here, Gus?” Ash is the one who steps back, out of his grip, leaning back against the door. Roger can see her hands shake when she pulls half a cigarette from her breast pocket.

“I wanted to see you again, make sure you’re okay.” And the man, Gus, takes her hands, gently taking the cigarette stub and throwing it away before he laces his fingers with hers. She doesn’t even protest.

“And Kira?” She’d asked, voice so soft that Roger almost didn’t catch it, and the man in question shook his head with a smile as he leaned in, murmuring something that only she could hear, pressing kiss to her cheek.

“Oh, my sweet girl, you look so good.” He mused, voice growing a little louder, stepping back to admire her, and though Roger wants to gag at his tone, syrupy and full of obviously fake revere. Ash actually giggles, and not insincerely. “As beautiful as the day I met you.”

“You think so?” Voice uncharacteristically young and hopeful, it’s so unlike her that Roger’s pushed to the end of his patience, and rounds the corner with his drum in hand, not even acknowledging the pair as he heads for his van, though the way Ash jumps back from the man as if he’d burned her, it does little to ease the discomfort in Roger’s chest.

“Hi!” Suddenly flustered, Ash moves around Gus to stand between him and Roger. He’s not really sure why she’s bothered, there’s so much distance between the back door and the van, but he thinks it might be so that they look less suspicious. It’s not working.

“Hey.” Roger says, tone clipped as he says it, fumbling for his keys as he opens the back doors of the van.

“This is, uh, August.” She’s aware of how strange it sounds, how guilty her words come out, and when Roger’s sat his drum inside the van, he finally turns to get a good look at the man. The man with a hand on Ash’s shoulder, making direct, unflinching eye contact with Roger, smirking.

“August, this is Roger, he’s in the band.” There’s a waiver to her voice that Roger doesn’t like, and he can’t bring himself to smile at her. Everything feels so wrong, and Ash looks so guilty, like she’s been caught red handed.

He’s handsome by any definition, but not by Ash’s usual one. High cheek bones, hair gelled up into a neat quiff with a few sparing grey strands running through it that only served to make him look more distinguished, as did the dark, well groomed stubble on his jaw. He looks to be in his late 40s, in a pressed, well tailored suit, and shoes that Roger would consider too formal for even an explicitly formal event, so out of place in the dingy, pub setting. And his hand is still on Ash’s shoulder.

Roger doesn’t want to think about why it puts him on edge, just knows that it does. August takes long, deliberate strides before he reaches Roger, holding out his hand.

“August Reid.” His smile was sharp, and when Roger took his hand, he held it a little too tight, a show of dominance. “You guys played very well.” It’s the least sincere compliment Roger’s ever received; he wants nothing more than to punch August in his smug face.

“Roger.” After a beat, he leaned against the edge of the van, crossing his arms. “So how do you know Ash?”

“Ashley.” August correct automatically, and Roger can see the way Ash flinches out the corner of his eye, still looking a little mortified, avoiding looking at both of them. August doesn’t see it, his smile widens just a little bit, all sharp teeth. “I taught her back at Saint Andrew’s, I thought I’d stop in while I was in town.” 

“He was my Art History professor.” Ash confirms from behind him, and Roger freezes where he’s looking at her. He’s never seen her like this before, demure, shy; she’s always consciously made an effort to appear larger than life, to compensate for her size and sweet looks, but now she looks so young. She can’t even bring herself to meet his gaze, but he can tell she doesn’t know he saw their earlier exchange, if she did know, he thinks she probably wouldn’t be so honest about that.

“Oh,” is all Roger can say, before he snaps out of it, moving past where August is trying to be intimidating, up to Ash who’s leaning against the back door, “Rocket, can you move, I’m trying to pack up.” She doesn’t even fight him on it, tell he can walk around the front the same way as he got here. With the door opens, he hesitates, reaches out to touch her arm, and when she looks at him her expression is surprised as he tilts his head in a silent question, asking if she’s okay.

“What?” She snaps, frowning and shifting out of his grip, a spark of her old fire returning. Roger’s moment of softness receded with his eye roll and he lets the door slam closed behind him. Part of him knows that August was watching the exchange. By the time he’s pulled down the rest of his equipment and is ready to haul it out, Ash is behind the bar, cheery as ever, and August is nowhere to be found.

“I thought you were studying fashion.” Brian muses into the balmy night air. The band had stayed until last call, intrigued about the newcomer, waiting until Ash was taking out the trash for the night to ask her, the four of them chatting around the van, Mary looking quite tired and leaning against Freddie, but enjoying their company..

“I am.” Ash agreed, seemingly back to her old self now that August had left, grinning like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “This isn’t my first go at uni.” She admitted, and Freddie nodded, passing Mary his lit cigarette.

“I thought he was a talent scout or something; he’s well dressed.” Brian half smiled, and Ash chuckled, shaking her head at him, smile bright. "What was his name?” He asked, and Ash looked a little shocked, looking to Roger, who was suddenly avoiding her gaze.

“Rog didn’t tell you guys?” She asked, smile fading a little into confusion, and Roger snorted out a laugh.

“Told them he seemed like a prick.” He scoffed around his cigarette, and Ash flushed, frowning at him.

“Oi, don’t be mean, Rog! It’s just how he is, he’s always been a bit of a-” and for the barest moments they lock eyes and Ash turns a hilarious shade of pink, they both somehow know what she was about to say, he’s always been a bit of a dominant one, but she can’t bring herself to say those words out loud. She doesn’t want to say it for how it would sound, how it would make the others suspicious, but she knows Roger already is, even if she doesn’t know the full extent; it would be funny if the implication didn’t make Roger’s stomach turn, “a bit of an alpha male, you know.” After a beat, she clears her throat. “But yeah, Doctor Reid is my old Art History professor.”

It doesn’t escape Roger the way she doesn’t say his first name.

“What made you change your mind?” Mary yawns, passing the cigarette back to Freddie, and Ash fixes her with a fond smile. Since Freddie had introduced the women, they’d become fast friends, and Roger had never seen anyone as ready to fight as Ash when the dudes start leering at Mary.

“This was the only place that I could do what I wanted to.” And it sounds so honest that Roger’s tempted to believe it, if not for the memory that surfaces.

It’s her, a few months ago, bathed in moonlight, her head on his chest and his arm around her, ‘I was kicked out of uni once before, you know?’ her voice is thoughtful and he laughs, a little incredulous, asks how, but she’s grinning at him with that wicked smile of hers, and does a good enough job of distracting him that he doesn’t even realise she doesn’t give an answer.

“I’m surprised you even remember his last name,” Freddie laughs, “she couldn’t name a single lecturer on our timetable this semester.” And the others laugh, but Ash just rolls her eyes.

“I don’t want to know their names, it’s not like we’re gonna be friends,” but she does concede after she turns to head inside, “Doctor Reid is a friend of my dad’s, I’ve known him since I was sixteen.” And she smiles so blithely it somehow takes some of the shock out of her statement for Roger, who chokes on the smoke of his cigarette. 

“How did he know you were here?” John’s question cuts through Roger’s spluttering, and Ash stops in her tracks.

“What?” She asked, suddenly confused, a little defensive, as she turns back.

“How did he know you’d be here?” He asks again, so calm and unflinching, not looking away from the sudden flicker of doubt that cross Ash’s face.

“It was coincidence, Deaky; just luck is all.” She says, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. She heads back inside. 

The next time they play there, he’s back, and Ash is a sweet, flustered mess, and the dichotomy of this, and who Roger knows her as, is a little shocking. Even Maureen seems concerned, though she doesn’t say anything.

“He’s too old for you.” Roger makes it out the back before Ash does during her usual post-gig break. August went home halfway through the night, and Ash had returned to her normal bright, if a little sultry, bar-persona.

“Excuse me?” She snapped as the door slammed closed, and she looked to where Roger was sitting on her usual milk crate.

“You heard me.” Roger responded, something easing in his chest at the comfort of hearing the hostility in her voice that she’d used when they’d first met. It also hurts a little, to think how he’d prefer the hostility to the cute, blushy mess that August brings out in her. “I saw how he looked at you.” 

“Watch your accusations.” She snapped, but there was actual anger in her words, which surprised Roger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She growled, and it was cold hostility; it wouldn’t lead anywhere fun, and Roger didn’t know how to face this. “I’m an adult, dickhead, so don’t think I can’t make my own decisions.” And her accent’s a little stronger, but her words take a moment to process. “He’s a friend-”

“He calls you baby.” 

That shocks her into silence, and after a moment, a cruel, cold smile spread over her face. They both know, now, that Roger knows exactly what’s going on between her and August. He’d never been good at anything apart from blurting out exactly what was bothering him, and this time was no different.

“Are you jealous? Were you eavesdropping on us? What the fuck?” And there’s no warmth in her harsh laughter. “This is why I don’t do casual.” She spits, and Roger’s whole face lights up with shock, and he barks out a laugh.

“Jealous? Oh Ashley,” and when he says it, she flinches again, and he regrets using the name almost immediately, but he can’t help digging himself deeper, “no, I’m just interested in what a goddamn doctor, who’s almost fifty, mind you, is doing being interested in a girl like you.” 

He watches as she actually has to take a step back, her mouth falling open in shock, eyes suddenly shiny with tears, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“A girl like me...” She whispers it with a laugh, smiling sadly, before finally meeting his gaze. “He... he likes me, Roger.” And fuck, she sounds so vulnerable it’s like a punch to the gut. “After everything I’ve done, he fucking likes me.” And after a beat, she stepped forward. “He still thinks I’m good, and that’s all that matters.”

She cuts her own break short, slamming the door as she heads back inside, leaving Roger to the silence of the car park.

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[dauntless-dragayn]

YA BOOKS RECS

Okay -cracks knuckles- im gonna rec yall some YA books because there are so many ive found over the years

@windycube this is for u

First of all ofc I gotta put in a word for Rick Riordan, this man literally raised me He has a LOT of series but i recommend Magnus Chase and The Gods of Asgard the most, one because its meant for slightly older audiences (the mc Magnus is 16/17) and two because its wAY more diverse than his older stuff (which i still love, dearly) like Percy Jackson and the Olympians and better written than the follow up series to PJO, Heroes of Olympus MCGA is about a kid who finds out he’s the son of a Norse god and that those gods are still around and kickin, but the world is ending aaaand him and his new friends have to stop it. Sounds cheesy and super typical but, Magnus is pretty different from most protags of this kind of stuff. He’s a healer not a fighter, and his strongest traits are compassion and teamwork rather than brute strength and violence (tho there is a lot of that. Violence. Kind of par for the course. You’ll see)

NEXT is Michael Grant, who Windy already mentioned. I cannot stress enough, how much I worship Grant’s story writing capabilities. If you want dark shit, READ HIS WORK. What a lot of people don’t realize is that he helped KA Applegate write the Animorphs series and.. Thats some of the darkest kids fiction out there. Grant wrote the GONE series, which is about a town where all of the adults (over like, 15 I think? Sorry its been a while) disappear and a giant impenetrable barrier appears around a small beach town. Chaos and horrifying violence ensues. This series will depress you even as you can’t stop reading it. The characters are gold. The twists are even better. He also wrote BZRK which is a trilogy set in the future where war is fought on the nanotech level. Admittedly its been years so I dont remember much, but its also very solemn and very unique. I’d say 16+ (teen protags)

Maggie Stiefvater. Another personal hero of mine, her prose is just.. Beautiful. Poetic. Magical. She has a few series and some novels. My favorites are The Raven Cycle (series of 4), All The Crooked Saints (novel) I cant even.. Explain what theyre about. Magic surrealism, young love, the darkness of the human mind.. Theyve got everything. If you’re intrigued please please give them a shot. 16+

Alright alright now for some lesser known stuff.

If you’re into vampires.. Monster stories… surviving high school… please for the love of gods, read The Chronicles of Vladimir Todd. I seriously don’t understand how this series isnt more popular. Zac Brewer is wonderful, I love him and his work sm. Tho, I think since this series is old its still under his deadname (Heather Brewer) Basically it’s about Vlad, a half human half vampire kid, dealing with high school bs but also being hunted down for his hybrid status and.. gAH its so good. Plenty of blood. The end has casualties and still makes me cry. Pls read it im begging you

If you’re a furry and/or into badass well written female protags.. Read Cry of the Icemark. ;3 It’s got magic, warfare, and have I mentioned Thirren the mc is BADASS????? (and no, its not all furries. But there is a race of leopard people whom i love dearly) By Stuart Hill, its one of my alltime favorites. I need to reread it again

Another older one is Pendragon. It is fuckin LONG, at 10 books total, about a ‘normal’ kid named Bobby Pendragon who finds out there are other dimensions in danger and that if they fall into chaos, the entire universe will. So he and a few other ‘Travelers’ set out to fix them even as a demon Traveler tries to fuck up their progress. Starts with Bobby at 14 but sees him grow up. Again.. I know it sounds super typical but what I love is that Bobby grows bitter. He’s not a golden keep saving the day sort of protag. I wont spoil; just check it out. By DJ MacHale

I have a feeling yall dont want to hear about romance but im a hoe for it so. Legend is a trilogy by Marie Lu set in a dystopian world (which im also a hoe for) where America is divided into two warring nations. One protag is Day, a poor thief who steals to keep his family alive. The other is June, who’s the best up and start soldier the Republic has. She’s pretty rebellious tho, so she can’t be reigned in until she’s sent to track down a murderer.. Day. excepthedidntactuallydoit Star crossed lovers. Fucked up America. My kinda tea.

If you want more dystopia that doesnt suck (because bOY a lot of it does) I’ll put in a word for Divergent. You’ve probably heard of it. Oh That Hunger Games Bootleg except not. Also it’s a trilogy but who cares. The first one is my only love

Switching gears back to romance uwu Carry On by Rainbow Rowell is gAY AND MAGIC! There’s a reason why everyone raves about it; best written romance I’ve ever had the pleasure to read. And I’ve read a lot. Plus, it’s getting a sequel in a few years! She also wrote Fangirl, as well as Eleanor and Park, two adorable novels.

Switching gears completely, lemme talk about Leigh Bardugo. She wrote Six of Crows, which is this ABSOLUTELY AMAZING heist/crime/action duology. Very diverse cast. A few lgbtq+ kiddos. She also wrote the Grishaverse series but I have not yet gotten around to reading it. From what Ive heard tho its just as good - a lot more about magic and monsters tho (set in the same universe!)

Wow okay im gonna stop because this is getting long but

TLDR;

basically any of Rick Riordan’s series

GONE by Michael Grant

anything by Maggie Stiefvater

The Chronicles of Vladimir Todd by Zac Brewer (who used to be known as Heather Brewer)

Cry of the Icemark by Stuart Hill

Pendragon series by DJ MacHale

The Legend trilogy by Marie Lu

Divergent by Veronica Roth

anything by Rainbow Rowell

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

thank you for reading my book nerd ramblings holy shit

[claudinei-de-jesus]

The future life

1. Teaching the Old Testament.

When studying the teaching of the Old Testament concerning the future life, it must be borne in mind that Christ's redemptive work has had a great effect on our relationship with death and life.

Christ "abolished death, and brought life and incorruption to the gospel" (2 Tim. 1:10). Christ brought fullness of light and absolute confidence in the life to come. He also brought about a great deliverance of the Old Testament saints of the time, who were kept in the middle state, a deliverance that brought them much more happiness. Although the Old Testament revelation is not as wide as that of the New Testament, concerning life after death, we find that doctrine there.

The Old Testament doctrine on immortality is based on the relationship between man and God. Man, created in the image of God, is endowed with the ability to know God and to have fellowship with him. This means that man is more than an animal, and that his existence goes beyond the limits of time. He was created to live and not to die. But sin brought death to the world and thus to man. Death, in its physical aspect, is the separation of the body from the soul. Death, however, does not imply extinction of the soul. The Old Testament consistently teaches that man's personality survives death.

The man's body was deposited in the grave while the soul went to the place called "Sheol" (translated "hell", "the well", and "the grave") the abode of the spirits of the deceased. It is proved that "Sheol" was not heaven by the fact that it was described as "below" (Prov. 15:24), the lowest earth (Ezek. 32:18), and the middle of hell (they descended) (Ezek. 32:21). That it was not a place of supreme happiness, is proved by the following descriptions: a place without remembrance of God (Ps. 6: 5), of cruelty (Cant. De Solomão 8: 6, Brazilian Version), place of pain (Jo 24:19 Brazilian version), a place of sadness (Ps. 18: 5 Brazilian version), and it was a place from which apparently nobody came back. John 7: 9 (Brazilian version).

* Sheol, not enjoying the brilliance of the person of the risen Christ, is a dark place that inspires fear, and therefore some of the Old Testament saints feared going to that place as the child fears to enter a dark room. (See Ps. 88 and Isa. 38.) Sheol was inhabited both by the righteous (John 14:13; Ps. 88: 3; Gen. 37: 34,35) and by the wicked (Prov. 5: 3-5; 7:27; Joh 24:19; Ps. 31:17). From the case of the rich man and Lazarus, we concluded that there were two sections in Sheol, a place of suffering for the wicked (Luke 16: 23,24) and another for the righteous, a place of rest and comfort (Luke 16:25). However, the Old Testament saints were not without hope. The Holy One of God, the Messiah, would go down to Sheol; God's people would be redeemed from Sheol. (Ps. 16:10; 49:15; Brazilian version.)

This prophecy was fulfilled when Christ, after his death, descended into the underworld of the spirits of the deceased (Matt. 12:40; Luc. 23: 42,43), and freed the Old Testament saints from Sheol, taking them with him to heavenly paradise. (Eph. 4: 8-10.) This passage seems to indicate that there has been a change in this spirit world, and that the place occupied by the righteous awaiting the resurrection has been moved to the heavenly regions. (Ephesians 4: 8; 2 Cor. 12: 2.) Since then, the spirits of the righteous ascend to heaven and the spirits of the wicked descend to condemnation. (Rev. 20: 13,14.) Other evidence from the Old Testament teaching on the future life is as follows:

1) The phrase "gathered to his people" (Gen. 25: 8) or "to the parents", used by Abraham, Moses, Aaron and David, must refer to conscious existence after death and burial, as these men they were not buried in the ancestral tombs.

2) The translations of Enoch and Elijah prove with certainty the existence of a future life of happiness in the presence of God.

3) Christ's words in Matt. 22:32 represent merely a strong expression of the Jews' own belief. Otherwise, they would have no influence on the listeners.

4) The doctrine of the resurrection from the dead is clearly set out in the Old Testament. (Joh 19:26; Dan. 12: 1,2.) 5) When Jacob said, "With tears I will go down to my son to the grave"

* In all these references, the reader must compare the versions of Almeida and Brasileira. (Translator's note).

(literally "Sheol", and thus translated in the Brazilian Version) (Gen. 37:35), by no means did he refer to the literal grave, as he supposed that Joseph's body had been devoured by a beast.

2. Teaching the New Testament.

The New Testament recognizes the existence beyond the grave, in which spiritual life continues under new and better conditions. Entering this life is man's ultimate goal. (Mar. 9:43.) Accepting Christ Himself, the believer in the present life has passed from death to life. (John 3; 36.) This, however, is only the beginning; its fullness belongs to the existence that begins with the "resurrection of life". (John 5:29.) There is life to come (1Tim. 4: 8); now it is hidden, but it will be revealed when Christ, who is our life, appears (Col. 3: 4).

Christ will give the crown of promised life to those who love him (Jas. 1:12). Even the state of those who have died in Christ is better than the present life in him (Phil. 1:21). But the fullness of life, as the land of Promise, and your birthright as children of God, will be revealed at the coming of Christ. (Rom. 8:17; Gal. 4: 7.)

Physical death cannot interrupt the fellowship between the Christian and his Lord. "I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he is dead, will live; and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die (John 11: 25,26). With these words Jesus assured Martha and Mary that her brother had not perished, but he was safe. In effect, Jesus said the following: "I loved your brother and had sweet communion with him. Understanding who I am, remembering my power, do you think that I would allow death to interrupt this communion, which for us both was a great delight? "There are many formal arguments in favor of immortality. More than cold logic, what satisfies most is just to know that we are in communion with God and with his Christ.

Let us imagine the case of a faithful believer who for many years enjoyed precious fellowship with the Son of God, heard his voice and felt his presence. Now that he is prostrate on his deathbed, will we then hear the Son of God say to him: "We walk together, we enjoy sweet communion, but the time has come for eternal goodbye"? No, that wouldn't happen! Those who are "in Christ" (1 Thess. 4: 14-17) cannot be separated from him either by life or by death (Rom. 8:38).

For one who lived consciously in the presence of Christ, to be separated from Christ by death is impossible. For those who are united with the love of God, it is inconceivable to separate from that love to enter a state of nothingness and desolation. Christ says to all believers, "Is Lazarus, is anyone, united with me? Does he trust me? Everything that I am and all the power that resides in me will work in your life. Your brother is united to me by the bonds of trust and of love, and since I am the Resurrection and the Life, that power will work in him. " A vida futura

1. Ensino do Antigo Testamento.

Ao estudar-se o ensino do Antigo Testamento concernente à vida futura, deve-se ter em mente que a obra redentora de Cristo tem exercido grande efeito sobre a nossa relação com a morte e a vida.

Cristo "aboliu a morte, e trouxe à luz a vida e a incorrupção pelo Evangelho" (2Tim. 1:10). Cristo trouxe plenitude de luz e absoluta confiança quanto à vida vindoura. Ele também efetuou uma grande libertação dos santos do tempo do Antigo Testamento, que estavam guardados no estado intermediário, libertação que lhes proporcionou muito mais felicidade. Muito embora a revelação vétero-testamentária não seja tão ampla quanto a do Novo Testamento, concernente à vida apos a morte, encontramos ali a referida doutrina. 

A doutrina do Antigo Testamento sobre a imortalidade baseia-se na relação entre o homem e Deus. O homem, criado à imagem de Deus, é dotado de capacidade para conhecer a Deus e com ele ter comunhão. Isso significa que o homem é mais do que animal, e que sua existência ultrapassa os limites do tempo. Foi criado para viver e não para morrer. Mas o pecado trouxe a morte ao mundo e, assim, ao homem. A morte, no seu aspecto físico, é a separação do corpo da alma. A morte, entretanto, não implica extinção da alma. O Antigo Testamento consistentemente ensina que a personalidade do homem sobrevive a morte. 

O corpo do homem era depositado na sepultura enquanto a alma ia para o lugar denominado "Seol" (traduzido "inferno", "o poço", e "a sepultura") a morada dos espíritos dos finados. Prova-se que o "Seol" não era o céu pelo fato de ser descrito como estando "em baixo" (Prov. 15:24), terra mais baixa (Ezeq. 32:18), e o meio do inferno (desceram) (Ezeq. 32:21). Que não era um lugar de felicidade suprema, prova-se pelas seguintes descrições: um lugar sem lembrança de Deus (Sal. 6:5), de crueldade (Cant. de Salomão 8:6, Versão Brasileira), lugar de dor (Jo 24:19 Versão Brasileira), lugar de tristeza (Sal. 18:5 Versão Brasileira), e era um lugar do qual aparentemente ninguém voltava. Jo 7:9 (Versão Brasileira).

* O Seol, não desfrutando do brilho da pessoa de Cristo ressuscitado, é um lugar sombrio que inspira receio, e, por conseguinte, alguns dos santos do Antigo Testamento receavam ir para esse lugar como a criança receia entrar num quarto escuro. (Vide o Sal. 88 e Isa. 38.) Seol era habitado tanto pelos justos (Jo 14:13; Sal. 88:3; Gên. 37:34,35) como pelos ímpios (Prov. 5:3-5; 7:27; Jo 24:19; Sal. 31:17). Do caso do rico e Lázaro concluímos que havia duas seções no Seol um lugar de sofrimento para os ímpios (Luc. 16:23,24) e outro para os justos, um lugar de descanso e conforto (Luc. 16:25). Contudo, os santos do Antigo Testamento não estavam sem esperança. O Santo de Deus, o Messias, desceria ao Seol; o povo de Deus seria redimido do Seol. (Sal. 16:10; 49:15; Versão Brasileira.)

Essa profecia cumpriu-se quando Cristo, após sua morte, desceu ao mundo inferior dos espíritos dos finados (Mat 12:40; Luc. 23:42,43), e libertou do Seol os santos do Antigo Testamento, levando-os consigo para o Paraíso celestial. (Efés. 4:8-10.) Essa passagem parece indicar que houve uma mudança nesse mundo dos espíritos, e que o lugar ocupado pelos justos que aguardam a ressurreição foi trasladado para as regiões celestiais. (Efés. 4:8; 2Cor. 12:2.) Desde então, os espíritos dos justos sobem para o céu e os espíritos dos ímpios descem para a condenação. (Apo. 20:13,14.) Outras evidências do ensino do Antigo Testamento sobre a vida futura são as seguintes:

1) A frase "congregado ao seu povo" (Gên. 25:8) ou "aos pais", usada por Abraão, Moisés, Arão e Davi, deve referir-se à existência consciente após a morte e ao sepultamento, pois esses homens não foram enterrados nos túmulos ancestrais.

2) As trasladações de Enoque e Elias provam com certeza a existência duma vida futura de felicidade na presença de Deus.

3) As palavras de Cristo em Mat. 22:32 representam meramente uma forte expressão da própria crença dos judeus. De outra forma nenhuma influência teriam sobre os ouvintes.

4) A doutrina da ressurreição dentre os mortos é claramente exposta no Antigo Testamento. (Jo 19:26; Dan. 12:1,2.) 5) Quando Jacó disse: "Com choro hei de descer ao meu filho até a sepultura"

* Em todas essas referências, deve o leitor fazer o confronto das versões de Almeida e Brasileira. (Nota do Tradutor).

(literalmente "Seol", e assim traduzida na Versão Brasileira) (Gên. 37:35), de maneira nenhuma ele se referia à sepultura literal, pois ele supunha que o corpo de José fora devorado por uma fera.

2. Ensino do Novo Testamento.

O Novo Testamento reconhece a existência no além túmulo, na qual a vida espiritual continua sob novas e melhores condições. Entrar nessa vida é o supremo alvo do homem. (Mar. 9:43.) Aceitando o próprio Cristo, o crente já na vida presente passou da morte para a vida. (João 3;36.) Isso, entretanto, é somente o princípio; sua plenitude pertence à existência que começa com a "ressurreição da vida". (João 5:29.) Existe uma vida vindoura (1Tim. 4:8); agora está oculta, mas se manifestará quando Cristo, que é nossa vida, aparecer (Col. 3:4). 

Cristo dará a coroa da vida prometida àqueles que o amam (Tia. 1:12). Mesmo o estado dos que faleceram em Cristo é algo melhor do que a presente vida nele (Fil. 1:21). Mas a plenitude de vida, qual terra da Promissão, e o seu direito de primogenitura como filhos de Deus, serão revelados na vinda de Cristo. (Rom. 8:17; Gál. 4:7.) 

A morte física não pode interromper a comunhão entre o cristão e seu Senhor. "Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida; quem crê em mim, ainda que esteja morto, viverá; e todo aquele que vive, e crê em mim, nunca morrerá (João 11:25,26). Com essas palavras Jesus assegurou a Marta e Maria que seu irmão não havia perecido, mas estava seguro. Com efeito, Jesus dizia o seguinte: "Eu amava vosso irmão e com ele tive doce comunhão. Compreendendo quem eu sou, lembrando o meu poder, pensais que eu permitiria à morte interromper essa comunhão, que para nós ambos era uma grande delicia?" Existem muitos argumentos formais a favor da imortalidade. Mais do que a lógica fria o que mais satisfaz é justamente saber que estamos em comunhão com Deus e com o seu Cristo.

Vamos imaginar o caso dum crente fiel que durante muitos anos gozou de preciosa comunhão com o Filho de Deus, ouviu sua voz e sentiu sua presença. Agora que ele está prostrado no leito de morte ouviremos então o Filho de Deus dizer-lhe: "Andamos juntos, gozamos de doce comunhão, mas chegou a hora do eterno adeus"? Não, assim não aconteceria! Aqueles que estão "em Cristo" (1Tess. 4:14-17) não podem ser separados dele nem pela vida e nem pela morte (Rom. 8:38). 

Para aquele que viveu conscientemente na presença de Cristo, ser separado de Cristo pela morte é coisa impossível. Para aqueles que estão unidos ao amor de Deus, é inconcebível separar-se desse amor para entrar num estado do nada e desolação. Cristo diz a todos os crentes: "Está Lázaro, está alguém, unido a mim? Ele confia em minha pessoa? Tudo que sou e todo o poder que em mim reside operarão em sua vida. Teu irmão está unido a mim pelos la��os da confiança e do amor, e visto que eu sou a Ressurreição e a Vida, esse poder operará nele."

[nottsubakiichan]

Love Live! Sunshine!! Season 2 Episode 5 Reactions

precious. both of them.

Oh they’re all in their practice outfits now

leave it to kanan to think about safety first

“Nice n’ warm Pocket warmer”??? HAHAHAHA

So yoshiko will be walking home alone

will she really be alright like that

BYE-NNY

ooh the wind is pretty strong

poor yoshiko

oh this is where she discovers that dog isnt it

this is akin to that dengeki g’s illustration of yohane finding a cat in the rain

OP theme

ahahaha she’s trying to help her get over her fear

oh it opened its eyes

and it doesnt work

and it happens again

that riko bomb

OMG MARI HAHAHAHAHA

THE RETURN OF THOSE EYE COVERS

OH WOW SAINT SNOW HAS A NEW SONG

SOUNDS LIT

MARI AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

looks like she’s got the attention span of a goldfish

yoshiko is gone too lol

maru chuuni translator :’)

oh yeah yoshiriko’s moms are chummy

ofc she’d leave her phone at their house

this be a fanfic prompt

oh it’s the dog

that kidnapping tho lol

ofc yoshiko would be the one taking care of it

from the looks of it, she’s prepared stuff for the dog

“can’t you tell? it’s a dog.” “yeah.” riko :’(

oh it’s actually pretty cute

riko :(((((((

OMG SHE SICKED IT ON HER HAHAHA

run riko run

that leap tho wow

riko still looks rather uncomfortable

oh so the dog is being cared for here because pets aren’t allowed at yoshiko’s place

i know where this is going

come on riko you can do it

AND SHE SICS IT ON HER AGAIN LMAO

and she actually agrees to take it in

of course the dog can’t eat when the food is outside its cage riko

is that how she’s gonna feed it? pretty clever but poor doggo just wants to be friends with her aw

come on riko just warm up to it

okay she hasn’t run away screaming yet this is an improvement

nice formation

we’re gonna get a new song soon aren’t we

excited to go home aren’t you, riko?

don’t tell me… she’s actually getting attached to the dog??

yohane knows what’s up

aw she’s so excited here riko’s so cute

she got it something? cuuuuute

that giggle. SO PRECIOUS.

riko i know you wanna make the dog happy and all but it cant really play with that toy if you keep it trapped in the pet carrier like that haha

oh my god yoshiko came over

oh my god riko’s actually looking for an excuse to keep it longer

oh my god yoshiko wants the dog back

“Nocturne”??

THAT’S what riko named it???

okay yoshiko wants to call it “Laelaps”????

how is that a greater name it’s not any weirder than “Nocturne” lol

HAHAHA "LOVE LIVE”

oh... oh god

looks like that dog belongs to someone after all

its real name is anko??? lol

both of them look so despaired haha

ooooh first successful contact with a dog good job riko

what’s with the solemn expression kanan

“This will be my last Love Live” :’(((

oh god no now they finally introduce the topic of the third years graduating

how will you handle this aqours… will you follow the same thing µ’s did

what? problem?

what about riko and yoshiko

“emotionally unstable”…?

OH MY GOD THAT’S RIKYAKO’S DRAWING I CAN’T BE MISTAKEN HAHAHAHAHA

AND AIKYAN’S DRAWING

THAT SYNCHRONIZATION THO LMAO

truly quite the pair aren’t they

zuramaru’s impression of yohane :))))

they can’t really concentrate on practice can they

wtf is that line of thinking yoshiko

??????

“We’ll go get the dog back.” Excuse me what?????

isn’t that gonna be illegal

that’s like… stealing private property isn’t it

yoshiko i understand you’re still hung up over that dog but this is madness

riko do something

but she misses the dog too haha :’(

at least she’ll keep yoshiko from doing anything too absurd

okay now this is just trespassing

wrong house lol

will this summoning actually work

oh my god spotted the jig is up

run

in the end they couldn’t even push through lmao

oh my god this is the place in the preview

wtf is she serious about waiting

that’s some dedication

at least with waiting you two will get more time together if u know what i mean ;)

oooh riko needs to go home though

mother’s getting worried

ah so riko left after all?

and it rains

oh she came back? and with food? how sweet

don’t be stubborn yoshiko

and she takes it :)

so riko really did want to see the dog

haha they even synchronize in eating

oh yoshiko gets serious

ah yes ive read about her penchant for attracting misfortune in SID

this is fine. she’s opening up to Riko

she’s aware fallen angels dont exist but she’s doing it as a way to make her bad luck feel less bad

and bc it’s just nice to believe in shit like invisible forces and destiny

so she believes that dog was brought to her by fate

oh the rain stopped. this is new.

“Here. Some Laelaps”?

OH IT’S BECAUSE THE DOG IS NAMED ANKO AHAHAHAHA

love that riko still protests it should be “nocturne”

oh the dog actually came out

well there’s your chance to go grab it and run :))))))))

not that i think yoshiko can actually do that

oh will it notice her

it actually worked??

oh it doesnt recognize her anymore :(((

yoshiko looks so miserable haha :(

aw riko’s cheering her up

“invisible powers” :’’’)

you said it riko

“I, Yohane, hereby certify you as one of my elite little demons!” OMG

is she gonna call her “riri” now come on please

oh she didn’t

BUT THIS IS BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER HOPED FOR THANKS

THE SHIP HAS SAILED

congrats riko

SHE CALLED HER YOHANE

both of them are so cute huhu

and we’re back to chika

yoshiko’s way of thinking inspired riko to try approaching shiitake again :”))))

OH SHE FINALLY DID IT! SHE PET A DOG!

i feel so proud of her wtf sdfasdfd

you’re doing great sweetie <3 <3

and this was all thanks to yoshiko

those two are so pure and cute otp material right there

OMG THE ENDING THEME!!

IT’S A YOSHIRIKO DUET??? IS THAT AIKYAN AND RIKYAKO IM HEARING????

THE CREDITS CONFIRM IT OH MY GOD YES!!

OH MY GOD YOSHIRIKO ARE THE FEATURED CHARACTERS FOR THIS ENDING THEME IM IN HEAVEN

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IM SO HAPPY WTF THANK YOU SUNRISE SDZFZDSFSFSF

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that’s it im dead. now i’ve got more reasons to ship yoshiriko

i hope we at least get to see them progress to the nicknames in the later episodes. at least they’re friends now

Looks like I’ll be rewatching this episode for the next two days. My yoshiriko heart has thoroughly been slain. Congrats staff.

[nightlist]

OK GREAT

chancez are i will be able to remember trigger ztuff zo if any of theze zeem interezting but ur worried about triggerz feel free to azk!

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- in the tall grass (2019) two siblingz enter a grazz field to find a kid they hear crying for help. they cant get out. very zurreal, time zhenaniganz, a gay zcene that waz under appreciated

- the mist (2007) a group iz trapped in a ztore az their town iz zwallowed in a myzteriouz mizt that bringz a variety of moznterz in it. mainly abt the ideological differencez of the people in the ztore and how they react to their zituation

- the call (2020) a woman getz a phone call from a woman who uzed live in her houze. more time zhenaniganz but i think thiz iz bezt watched with az little zpoilerz az pozzible. turn it off once the creditz ztrt rolling tho cuz the end creditz zcene iz ztupid

- incident in a ghostland (2018) a woman haz written a book about a traumatic childhood experience and haz to go back to the houze to try and help her zizter. only thingz very quickly ztart zpiraling out of her control. another bezt w no zpoilerz one

- apostle (2018) a man zneakz into a cult to try and rezcue hiz zizter. i Love thiz one zo much

- last night in soho (2021) a woman movez into the big city and ztartz dreaming of a myzteriouz woman from the pazt. Do Not Look Up Thiz Movie Firzt. zpoilerz will ruin it. the lighting and coztuming are Gorgeouz and therez a bunch of cool filming techniquez uzed in the dream zequencez

- saint maud (2019) a deeply religiouz nurze becomez obzezzed with trying to zave the zould of her latezt patient. very unreliable narrator, dezcent into madnezz type ztory.

- train to busan (2016) a father and hiz daughter are ztuck on a moving train when a zombie outbreak happenz. zurprizingly emotional, rlly well done sfx

- hereditary (2018) after the death of their grand/mother, a family findz their life quickly zpiraling out control. thiz iz an Intenze watch but i loved it, the fx are great and dizturbing and Zquizhy.

- raw (2016) a life long vegetarian ztartz experiencing cravingz for raw meat after a college hazing.

- underwater (2020) the ztaff of an underwater facility haz to try and make their way to the zurface after their baze breakz down

- excision (2012) a girl who dreamz of being a zurgeon. Blood :D

- the ritual (2017) a hiking group decidez to take a zhortcut through zome woodz. they zoon find they arent the only thingz there.

- american mary (2012) after dropping out of med zchool, mary ztartz running an underground body modification clinic.

- green room (2015) a punk band iz trapped in a neo nazi bar after walking into zomething they werent zuppozed to zee

- creep (2014) a videographer iz hired to record a dying man for a day.

- would you rather (2012) in dezperate need of money to take care of her terminally ill brother, a woman decidez to enter a game run by a rich man. another pretty intenze one, with a very dark ending (ezpecially if you pay attention in the beginning) haz robin lord taylor!

- se7en (1995) a pair of copz try to hunt down a zerial killer who fazhionz hiz victimz off of the zeven deadly zinz.

- look away (2018) a lonely girl decidez to zwitch place with her mirror image. she doeznt get to zwitch back.

- the blackcoats daughter (2015) two girlz are ztuck at their boarding zchool over winter break. one of them ztartz acting wrong. thiz iz one of my abzolute favorite horr moviez, i love it zo zo much

- evil dead (2013) a crozz between a reboot and a zequel, done az a much more ‘ztraight up horror’ retelling of the bazic ztory of the original evil dead. one of my comfort moviez! take from that what you will.

- hush (2016) a deaf woman iz harrazzed by a zerial killer. admittedly i dont know much asl but i think the actorz actually learned the proper asl for what their linez were? which iz alwayz cool

- saw (2004) two men are in a bathroom. og saw my beloved the zequelz my beloathed why did they DO WHAT THEY DID AUGH. the firzt one iz rlly good tho

- im thinking of ending things (THE BOOK NOT THE MOVIE FUCK THE MOVIE) dont watch the movie.

- house of 1000 corpses (2003) and the devils rejects (2005) i didnt rlly like three from hell zo i wouldnt bother w it

- the haunting of hill house (2018) tv zhow

comedy horrorz (zince you like ready or not):

- mayhem (2017) im gunna be honezt ive gotten tired of coming up w zummariez. but itz good.

- the babysitter (2017) not that big on the zequel zo not putting it here

- tucker and dale vs evil (2010)

- jennifer’s body (2009)

- psycho goreman (2020)

- the cabin in the woods (2011) THE ZFX IN THIZ FUCKING MOVIE LIKE 99% OF IT WAZ PRACTICAL AAAAAA

- zombieland (2009) and zombieland: double tap (2019)

- american psycho (2000) thiz iz a comedy i dont care what anyone zayz look at that fucking ztupid little dance he doez thatz hilariouz. dont bother w the book it waz tediouz az zhit

- freaky (2020)

therez probably more ztuff but i feel like thiz iz already a Lot zo. ENJOY HUZZAH

OMG YOU LIKE HORROR MOVIEZ I LOVE HORROR MOVIEZ GIVE ME UR FAV KINDZ ZO I CAN REC YOU ZTUFF

O k a y

My favorite kind of horror movies or more psychological stuff and intense slashers

I don’t like the original slashers very much cause I find them kinda cheesy.

I like some of the newer movies comin out. Like my favorite horror movie of the past 10 years would be Ready or Not (which I adore)

I like a couple other ones, like You’re Next, the descent and The Conjuring

Stuff like that y’ know

I won’t list My Valentine cause I only like that cause d a m n Jervis is so fine in that…

I mean it’s his actor who is ALSO fine cause their the same person

[kataracy]

@kristallioness and @hailkuvira tagged me and I’m happy to think people are interested in things about me okay I’m an old lady who sips tea and eats saltines and just wishes her grandkids would call more

🎀 - Are you named after someone? I was named after the Egyptian Goddess but no one in my work/general life even immediately thinks of that anymore because terror I just want them to call it ISIL is that too much to ask. My “dad” wanted to name me Alexis tho  and ew how weird would that have been what would she have been like?

🎀 - When was the last time you cried? Of happiness probably 35-45 minutes ago because I saw a funny Shiro post. Sadness maybe last week? When my significant other and I got into it. But didn’t shed tears it was more like I had the “I need to cry” face feeling and then skipped the part where tears were supposed to come out, and then had the “cool good cry” face feeling

🎀 - Do you like your handwriting? It’s iight. I like how small I can write.

🎀 - What is your favourite lunch meat? I’m a vegetarian how dare you. It used to be bologna I think.

🎀 - Do you have kids? No, but I’ve given it some thought already and I believe that I’d love to have at least one child in the future.

🎀 - If you were a different person, would you be friends with you? I think about this sometimes, specifically “If I met my younger self, would she be proud of me?” and I guess I would try to be friends with me? Especially high school me, idk I always want to be friends with the person I think has no friends just because its nice to have someone to talk to.

🎀 - Do you use sarcasm? I’m using it right now.

🎀 - Do you still have your tonsils? Yes and I will take them with me to the grave.  Early 2000s sitcoms used to have freakin ghastly episodes based just on getting tonsils out so I’m scarred.

🎀 - Would you bungee jump? Absolutely that’s something I’d love to do on a birthday or something.

🎀 - What’s your favorite cereal? boy ok when I little I liked KIX and then I learned kids weren’t suppose to like it because it tasted awful there was no sugar or anything but idk I was a plain palette child so later it was cookie crisps and now it’s probably apple jacks? I hear that oreo cereal is coming back tho ooooh gurl

🎀 - Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Absolutely not. One and done. I aint raisin no quitter shoe.

🎀 - Do you think you’re a strong person? I think... I hold my tongue with the strength of ten women.

🎀 - What’s your favorite ice cream? I liked pistachio when I was little and cookie dough now

🎀 - What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Their hair

🎀 - What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself? Lately I’ve been just trying to accept my body more, change things that I don’t like and all so... I don’t like that so much of my skin... is tattoo free. Also my acne scars holy crap I have to stop picking at my skin h e l p m e

🎀 - What color trousers and shoes are you wearing right now? If I was wearing pants they’d be my black sweats and fffforget shoes all I wear is my work shoes

🎀 - What are you listening to right now? In general I keep replaying ‘Addiction’ by Charlie Puth. That and ‘Wild Thoughts’ by Rihanna ft Bryson Tiller and ‘Crush’ by Yuna ft Usher

🎀 - If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Like a dark grey blue like a cerulean like a deep amber like a mufukiinnn uhhhhhhhh hhhhhhh

🎀 - Favorite smell? OK so where I work we have a walk-in fridge and sometimes I just stand in there cuz I like the smell... also rain.

🎀 - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My water bill company. But, does that count if it was an automated voice?

🎀 - Favorite sport to watch? Basketball. But I also like watching animated ice skating and volleyball

🎀 - Hair color? atm purple, black, and gold. I had a galaxy thing going on but I’m gonna get a nice “drastic hair change” soon so it’s either going to be ocean colored or fire colored.

🎀 - Eye color? Dark brown.

🎀 - Do you wear contacts? Yes but I don’t keep up with my prescriptions.

🎀 - Favorite food? oooooh shrimp fried rice. But! The only food I can finish in a restaurant is fettuccini alfredo, yes I have tested this.

🎀 - Scary movies or comedy? Scary.

🎀 - Last movie you watched? “The Babadook” and it was disappointing that is not an icon and I would have killed that kid.

🎀 - What color shirt are you wearing? If I put one on it’ll be orange

🎀 - Summer or Winter? Winter son I was born in the north.

🎀 - Hugs or kisses? Hugs

🎀 - Book you’re currently reading? “Love & Misadventure”, a book of poems by Lang Leav because she is my favorite poet rn. I also havea book of short stories in my bag by Stephen King 

🎀 - Who do you miss right now?

🎀 - What’s on your mouse pad? Anime tiddies. jk I don’t have a mousepad my wrists are fucked.

🎀 - What’s the last tv program you watched? “The Trail of O.J. Simpson” because If I’m about to fall asleep I put that on Netflix and just let it it take me away I don’t know why I cant stop watching it

🎀 - What is the best sound? Hmmmm the sound of a swing set at night? I hang out with my coworkers at night in a park, its pretty fun.

🎀 - What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled? I went to Nevade when I was a kid, and that was when I lived in Milwaukee so that felt pretty far.

🎀 - Do you have a special talent? I can ignore my crumbling life so well hahaaaaa. Also I’m a decent writer I guess.

🎀 - Where were you born? Saint Mary’s I think? The only hospital chain in Milwaukee

Tagging: @citrusrealm @firelxrdazula @tamanthud aka The Fidget Spinners

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29th January >> Fr. Martin's Gospel Reflections / Homilies on Mark 3:31-35 for Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time: ‘Here are my mother and my brothers’.

Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time  

Gospel (Europe, Africa, New Zealand, Australia & Canada)

Mark 3:31-35

Who are my mother and my brothers? Those that do the will of God

The mother and brothers of Jesus arrived and, standing outside, sent in a message asking for him. A crowd was sitting round him at the time the message was passed to him, ‘Your mother and brothers and sisters are outside asking for you.’ He replied, ‘Who are my mother and my brothers?’ And looking round at those sitting in a circle about him, he said, ‘Here are my mother and my brothers. Anyone who does the will of God, that person is my brother and sister and mother.’

Gospel (USA)

Mark 3:31-35

Whoever does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother.

The mother of Jesus and his brothers arrived at the house. Standing outside, they sent word to Jesus and called him. A crowd seated around him told him, “Your mother and your brothers and your sisters are outside asking for you.” But he said to them in reply, “Who are my mother and my brothers?” And looking around at those seated in the circle he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother.”

Reflections (6)

(i) Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time

A few verses before our gospel reading, Mark tells us that the family of Jesus set out from Nazareth to Capernaum to restrain Jesus, to seize him, because people were saying that Jesus was out of his mind. With the best of intentions, they set out to take charge of Jesus. According to today’s gospel reading, when the mother and brothers of Jesus arrived at Capernaum asking to see Jesus, he more or less ignored them. He didn’t leave what he was doing, teaching his disciples in a house, to go out to his family. Instead, he sent a message out to them declaring that he now had a new family, the family of his disciples, the family of those who listened to his word and lived that word, thereby doing God’s will. It can’t have been easy for Jesus’ family, especially his mother, to hear that message. Jesus was not going to be managed or reigned in. Jesus’ family had to learn to let him go to God’s purpose for his life. It is a lesson we all have to learn in relation to others, especially those we love. We feel we know what is best for them and we want them to respond to our promptings. Yet, there comes a time when we have to acknowledge our powerlessness and let them go, even though we do not fully understand what is happening in their lives. This can be painful, as it must have been for Mary and the other members of Jesus’ family. Letting go of other is but one expression of a more fundamental lettering go, which is letting go to the Lord. This is what is being asked of Mary and her family in the gospel reading. Their purpose for Jesus was much narrower than the Lord’s purpose for them; he wanted them to be part of his new family of disciples. The Lord’s purpose for our lives is always greater than our own purposes for ourselves. We spend our lives letting go to the Lord’s purpose for our lives which alone can do justice to our full humanity.

And/Or

(ii) Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time

This morning’s gospel reading is the only passage in Mark’s gospel where the mother of Jesus features. According to Mark, she comes with other members of Jesus’ family to ‘restrain’ Jesus, to seize him, because people were saying about Jesus that he had gone out of his mind. Mark presents Mary and other family members as acting out of genuine concern for Jesus. However, the fact that we do something out of concern for someone doesn’t necessarily mean that it is the right thing to do. On this occasion, according to Mark, Jesus kept his distance from his mother and the other members of his family, in spite of their very good intentions. When word came to him that his mother and brothers and sisters were outside the house looking for him, Jesus identified those inside the house, his disciples, as his real family. ‘Whoever does the will of God’, Jesus said, ‘that person is my brother and sister and mother’. There was an implicit invitation here to his mother and family members to come inside the house and to fully become his disciples. Mary and the other family members had to learn to set aside their will for Jesus and surrender to God’s will for his life. It is reassuring to be reminded by Mark that even Mary struggled to live out the implications of the prayer, ‘thy will be done on earth as in heaven’. It is a daily struggle for all of us to give priority to what God wants over what we want. This is the Christian struggle; it was the struggle of Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane. In that struggle we are assured of the help of Jesus, who declared, ‘I have come… not to do my own will but the will of him who sent me’.

And/Or

(iii) Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time

There are many images of the church in the New Testament. We are all familiar with Paul’s image of the church as the body of Christ. For Paul, each of us is a member of that body through baptism and as members we are dependent on one another’s gifts given by the Holy Spirit. In this morning’s gospel reading, the words of Jesus suggest another image for the church and that is the image of a family. He addresses his disciples, all those who seek to do God’s will, as his mother, his brothers and his sisters. His blood family, his mother and brothers, had come looking for him, to take him away, but, in response he points to his disciples as his new family. The church is a family under God as Father; we are all brothers and sisters of one another and of the Lord. This image of church suggests a church in which everyone is equally cherished and no one is more important than anyone else. Within this family we are all spiritual siblings, called to give support to other members of the family and to receive support from other members of the family. The image of the family, like that of the body, suggests our interconnectedness and our interdependence. When Pope Francis came to the window of Saint Peter’s after being elected Pope, he gave expression of this vision of church when he asked everyone in the Square to pray for him, before he gave them his blessing. One of the important ways we give expression to our interconnectedness is by praying for one another.

And/Or

(iv) Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time

Many images have been used for the church in the course of the church’s history. The most authentic images are those that are drawn from the Scriptures, such as the church as the body of Christ or the bride of Christ or the people of God. The gospel reading this morning suggests another image for the church. Jesus looks around at his disciples sitting around him in a circle, listening to him speaking, and he identifies them as his mother, his brother and his sister. Here we have the nucleus of the church, the first disciples of Jesus, and Jesus identifies them as his family. He attaches more importance to this new family than to his blood family who are standing outside the house in which he is speaking insisting that he come home with them. The church can helpfully be understood as a family. Because of our baptism we are brothers and sisters of Jesus. The letter to the Hebrews says that Jesus is not ashamed to call us brothers and sisters and declares that the one who sanctifies, Jesus, and those who are sanctified, ourselves, all have one Father. Because we are adopted brothers and sisters of Jesus, his heavenly Father is our heavenly Father, and we also call on the mother of Jesus as our mother. As church, we are privileged to be members of a very special family, and calling is to true.

And/Or

(v) Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time

In this morning’s gospel reading, Jesus seems to distance himself from his family of origin. While Jesus is teaching in a house, one of the crowd informs him that his mother and brothers are outside the house wanting to speak to him. Jesus declares that he now has a new family, the family of those seated around him, the family of his disciples, the family of those who do the will of God as proclaimed and lived by Jesus. It must have been difficult for Jesus’ mother to come to terms with this new reality. Jesus no longer belonged to her or the rest of her family. Jesus now belonged to a much larger family that was not defined by blood but by its relationship to him and to the God whom he proclaimed. This family soon came to be called the church and we are all members of that family today. Through baptism we have been initiated into that family, becoming sons and daughters of God, brothers and sisters of Jesus and, as one family, people who look to Mary as our mother. We are, in many ways, shaped by our family of origin, but, more fundamentally, we are shaped by this ecclesial family to which we belong. It is there that we encounter Jesus, the Lord, in word, in sacrament and in each other; it is there that we imbibe his values and receive his Spirit. According to Jesus in this morning’s gospel reading what really defines us as members of this family is our willingness to do the will of God, as Jesus proclaimed and lived it. That is why the distinguishing prayer that Jesus gave to this family of disciples, our family prayer, begins, ‘Father... thy will be done, on earth as in heaven’.

And/Or

(vi) Tuesday, Third Week in Ordinary Time

Today’s gospel reading is the only passage in the gospel of Mark where the mother of Jesus appears. If we only had Mark’s gospel this would be the only gospel portrait of Mary we would have. She is standing with other members of Jesus’ family outside a house where Jesus is teaching surrounded by his disciples. A few verses earlier Mark had told us why Jesus’ mother and other members of his family were there. They had come to restrain him, to seize him, because people were saying that he had gone out of his mind. Here he was, upsetting all sorts of influential and powerful people, making deadly enemies for himself. Somebody needed to talk sense to him and who better than his mother. However, the plans of Jesus’ mother and family for Jesus did not come to pass. When Jesus was informed that his mother and family members were outside waiting to see him, he pointed to the disciples seated around him and said, ‘here are my mother and brothers’. ‘This is now my family’, he was saying. Jesus had moved on from his blood family and was forming a new family of disciples, the nucleus of the church. It cannot have been easy for Mary to come to terms with losing her son in this way. He was taking a path she did not understand and did not always approve of. She was struggling to come to terms with the mystery of her son’s identity. So often those close to us don’t take a path we expect them to take or want them to take. Like Mary, we struggle to come to terms with the mystery of the other’s identity. Like her, we sometimes have to learn to let go and to let be, trusting that in the end God’s purpose will prevail in the lives of those we love.

Fr. Martin Hogan, Saint John the Baptist Parish, Clontarf, Dublin, D03 AO62, Ireland.

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