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[darklordazalin]

Azalin Reviews: Darklord Diederic de Wyndt

Domain: Malosia Power Level:💀💀 ⚫⚫⚫ (2/5 skulls) Domain Formation: Unknown Source: The Black Crusade – unpublished novel by Ari Marmell

Dierderic de Wyndt’s history is not easily obtained. One had to have acquired the tale decades ago when the self-named Wizards of the Coast published it as a free novel on a server that has been lost and forgotten. The Wizard King of Darkon, however, always plans for these contingencies and had a copy on hand to refresh his memories of this wayward Knight and how his twisted obsession with justice and vengeance against a signal individual doomed him to become the Darklord of Malosia.

De Wyndt is from what scholars in the Mists refer to as ‘Gothic Earth’. From my understanding, ‘Gothic Earth’ is similar to a planet known as ‘Earth’. Where Earth’s monsters are of the mundane persuasion, Gothic Earth’s monsters have literal claws and fangs. I personally prefer the latter; such obvious monsters are easier to deal with or manipulate to one’s own purposes...

De Wyndt was a land-holding Knight of France, which he likes to remind you of as often as possible, and was one of the many soldiers lured to Jerusalem to carry out Pope Urban the Second’s war to ‘reclaim the Holy Land’. The Knight’s story starts after Jerusalem was nearly taken. De Wyndt was battle worn and wary after partaking in the slaughtering of the citizens of Jerusalem once the walls were breached.  

While contemplating desertion, Diederic came across the corpse of a comrade in arms – Joris van den Felle. Upon inspecting his fallen ally, Diederic was convinced the man had been murdered. A rather…interesting…conclusion to make when one is on the field of battle, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. Joris had wounds akin to a dagger that were obvious administered from an assailant who attacked him from behind.

His reaction to this speaks to Diederic’s obsession and rather unique sense of justice. He was determined to find Joris’s killer so he could kill them himself. Following a trail of fallen soldiers, he soon discovered that the city was infected with some sort of plague that was causing everyone within to succumb to fits of gibbering, giggling, violent madness.

Dodging the infected while still searching for Joris’s killer, Diederic encountered Father Lambrecht Raes praying over some of the recently fallen soldiers. After escaping together from a mod of the infected, Father Lambrecht enlisted Diederic to help him root out the source of the plague in the city. However, once they reached the apparent location of its source, the Priest abandoned Diederic to succumb to the plague itself or be taken by those already inflicted.

The Knight resisted the lure of the maddening plague and confronted Lambrecht. Lambrecht confessed he used Diederic to safely arrive at the location where the Laginate Grimoire was hidden beneath Jerusalem. He claimed that the Grimoire was the source of the plague and they awoke the dark magics within with their violence. Despite this proclamation, the Priest wished to use the knowledge contained within the Grimoire to defend the church against pagan witches. He reasoned that in order to fight the dark magics they wielded, one had to understand them and even wield them. A rather logical argument for one of faith to make…Though believing one had to fight against and destroy those that have gained mastery over the arcane is foolishness.

Lambrecht attempted to use the power contained within the Laginate Grimoire to defeat Diederic. Though it was difficult for the holier-than-thou Knight to accomplish, his will eventually broke free from the Grimoire’s influence and subdued Lambrecht. Once subdued, he found a knife on Lambrecht that could have been the same weapon that was used to kill Joris. That would have been enough for the vengeful Knight, but the Priest also confessed to the crime.

For a long moment, Diederic considered ending the Priest’s life, but decided a worst punishment was to ensure the church excommunicated him then sentenced him to death, so the Knight captured Lambrecht. Here, again, we see how petty Diederic is when it comes to justice. He wanted the Priest to suffer, not for the crimes he committed against the church or his fellow soldiers, but because Lambrecht had abandoned Diederic to die.

The resulting trial was not what Diederic was expecting. In the end, despite the ‘evidence’ of the Laginate Grimoire, the trial came down to his word versus the word of the Priest and Lambrecht was a silvered tongued serpent, easily explaining away why he had the Grimoire. The Knight decided to take matters into his own hands and bribed a drunkard ex-soldier to give witness against Lambrecht at the trial. This was all the church needed and Lambrecht was excommunicated and sentenced to death by hanging.

On the fated day of the hanging, the church decided to burn the Laginate Grimoire in front of the priest as a final form of rather petty torment. However, the Grimoire did not burn and instead the smoke that rose from it turned to Mist and carried Lambrecht away just as he was hung. Enraged, Diederic pushed through throngs of people to get to Lambrecht and ensure his sentence was carried out. Instead, he was pulled into the mists as well.

The two were now pulled into the Domains of Dread into a land known as Malosia. At that time, the land was not complete, for it had not claimed a Darklord. According to the young Vistana Seer, Violca, who was tasked with witnessing the final formation of the land itself, the land was formed without a soul. Us Darklords are the soul’s of our Domains…that is true, in a sense. The land often mirrors our personalities…the parts we’d rather not face…

Shortly after arriving in Malosia, Diederic was detained and imprisoned for witchcraft as he appeared out of the mists and straight into a group of ‘Redbreasts’ or Inquisitors of the Empyrean Church. The church was similar to Diederic’s own, expect instead of one son, the god of this church had six. The Redbreasts were tasked with routing out witchcraft through Inquisitions. It was also thoroughly devoted to ending the practice of witchcraft in the land.

While imprisoned, de Wyndt befriended the Vistana Violca and the peasant woman Leonara (Leona) Talliers. The prison itself makes the Black Hole of Karg seem like a pleasant vacation spot. The prisoners were worked to their bones and tortured for the most minor inflictions.

The three eventually escaped after a plan which involved sabotaging a holding cell, setting fire to another, and fleeing through the sewage in the chaos. Beneath the prison were seemingly endless tunnels and they eventually discovered an old temple, the ceiling decorated with a realistic depiction of the night sky and…more disturbingly was an altar stained with blood as well as a blood stain beneath it that seemed to indicate that something crawled away after a sacrificed was performed.

The three, through some combination of exhaustion and stupidity, rested within the confines of the temple and were attacked by a ghost…The ghost appeared to have her belly torn open and a manacle on one of her writs. Clearly, this individual had been sacrificed on the aforementioned altar. In defending himself against the apparition, the ghost grasped Diederic’s wrist and infected the area. It never did heal properly.  

Soon after discovering the underground church, the three escaped into the wilderness. Violca left them to return to her people and Diederic and Leona made their way through the Cineris Forest. Leona informed the Knight that the forest was inhabited by the ‘fair folk’ and they must respect their laws – no shedding blood, no cutting branches, and leaving offerings of food and drink each evening.

The Redbreasts followed them into the forest and hunted them with hounds. When Diederic cut one of them down, he broke one the fair folks rules and awakened their hunt. Similar to the legend of the Wild Hunt, the fey hunted the mortals in their woods and only when Diederic proposed an alliance with the Redbreasts to fight against the Fair Folk, only to instantly betray the Redbreasts and slay them as an offering to the fey, did they let him and Leona go.

Once through the woods, they found themselves in Leona’s hometown of Birne. Diederic soon discovered the Birne’s founding families all practiced witchcraft, including Leona. They crafted, over countless years, a rune-engraved pentagram out of the root systems of the town’s apple orchard and within that orchard was a small shack, its basement riddled in corpses. The witches have been sacrificing people to appease the fey so their land and people would prosper. Recently, however, the land was suffering and more and more sacrifices were required, yet the fey were still not appeased, though none of the villagers knew why.

Though all of this knowledge enraged the Knight, nothing enraged him more than when he discovered that the oldest tradition of witches in Malosia were known as the Laginate Cabal. Instantly, Diederic believed that Lambrecht must have been pulled into Malosia as well. He knew the Priest would be seeking the Laginate Cabal for surly it was tied to the Laginate Grimoire the heretic had sought in their own world and betrayed Diederic for. Once Diederic learned that the Cabal likely resided near Caercaelum, he left Leona and Birne behind to seek his vengeance against Lambrecht.

Diederic was correctly, the Mists pulled Lambrecht into Malosia at the shortly before the Knight, though not in the same location. Lambrecht found himself in a snowdrift with nothing more than the prisoner garments he was entitled to on the day of his execution. The priest was saved by a young shepherd who also happened upon the Laginate Grimoire nearby. Once safely within a warm cave with the shepherd, Lambrecht killed the man, then took his warm clothing and the Grimoire for himself. The next day, Lambrecht traveled to the nearest town and wasted no time in establishing himself within the Empyrean Church as the chief advisor to the Pontiff Cornelis. Cornelis accepted Lambrecht’s wisdom in studying and practicing sorcery to defeat it.

While traveling, Diederic encountered Violca again and she insisted on accompanying him so she could witness the final formation of the land. Together they located the part of the Grimoire that was held by the Laginate Cabal. With it, Violca told Diederic it might be possible to send him home. Given such an opportunity, he would have been wise to at least make the attempt, but the vengeance obsessed fool refused to return without Lambrecht. He needed to see the Priest face justice. That, Violca said, could only be done if the two halves of the Grimoire were combined and even then, she was uncertain of the result.

As they approached the city of Caercaelum, Violca warned Diederic that bringing the two Grimoire halves close to one another would only cause the same plague of violence and madness he had witnessed in Jerusalem. This, however, had no effect on the single-minded Knight. Nothing mattered to him but his vengeance.

Predictably, madness and violence broke out wherever Diederic went and Lambrecht was not easily reached. The Priest, time and time again, used the power of the Grimoire to summon zombies to aid him and flee in the resulting chaos.

They chased the Priest through the city and the under tunnels of the city. This chase eventually lead Diederic and Violca to discover that the religion of the Empyrean Church was built on lies, for beneath the city of Caercaelum was another temple built on sacrifices and here Violca spoke in the voices of some great power, revealing the darkness and cruelty of the six scions worshiped by the church.

Eventually, Diederic and Violca encounter Lambrecht in a church gifted to him by the Pontiff. Here, they fought against Lambrecht and his undead minions with the Redbreasts by their side. The church began to burn as they battled and Lambrecht called upon all the power of the Grimoire. Diederic was able to break out of its influence once more by drinking holy water. Once freed, he attacked the Priest from behind then lifted him off the ground by his neck so his sentence would be carried out – death by hanging. Naturally, the priest came back as a zombie, but died a second time once Diederic burnt the Grimoire.

The city of Caercaelum saw Diederic as their hero, ending the plague of violence that infected the city by destroying the unholy priest and his grimoire, not knowing that it was the Knight who brought the plague upon them in the first place. In that moment, Violca saw that Diederic was finally claimed by the Mists and was now the Darklord of Malosia. He would never return home…but he found his vengeance.

There are no further accounts of this Knight’s Tale, but I suspect Lambrecht comes back every few years to harass him. Or someone similar to Lambrecht, which given the nature of Malosia’s citizens to practice witchcraft in secret at night while pretending to care about the Empyrean Church during the day, the land is full of potential Lambrechts to torment Diederic.

[jraker4]

Still an outsider, but the more I think about it, the more disturbing and repellent it is. It would again be one thing if the writer was saying 'Israel claims to speak for Judaism, and that claim is wrong'. The extent to which Israel does claim to speak for Judaism is, I understand, a contentious idea too, but that's besides the point. But to say it's not Jewish at all? It's not even misguided-Jewish, reactionary-Jewish? I didn't realize Judaism had a pope that could excommunicate wayward believers. Also, just for funsies, I'm neither a historian nor am I Jewish, but if we're going to talk 'collaborated with Nazis', something something Grand Mufti of Somewhere buddy buddy with literal Hitler.

Ok gotta talk about it.

As a Jewish historian, I fucking hate Israel in ways most probably will never be able to comprehend. I'm going to try and explain it anyways. The central creation myth of Israel is that it is Jewish, and then consequently, that Israel is a part of Jewishness. Its easy to simply state this is false, but fully comprehending this and putting it into practice in thought and deed seems rare to me.

The evil at the heart of this violence predates the recent acceleration of genocide. Israel is a colony, and more than that, an antisemitic fraud itself. After WW2, when Israel was being founded, the Jews of Europe generally did not wave goodbye to their neighbors and head to the promised land. Many were expelled from their homes. Zionism itself, as an action, was a false choice at the time. A mere excuse to place an ally in the middle east, and an excuse to complete the expulsion and destruction of the European Jew. The Zionist Jew is more than complicit in this, they actively seek the destruction and assimilation of all other Jews.

Many fail to realize, and largely because of Israel, that Jews are not inherently white, Ashkenazi, European-descended people. Our faith and culture has an immense variety that is spread all across the globe. Jewishness, in population and volume of culture, exists more so outside of Israel than within it. Israel is for a very specific kind of Jew. The kind that lets Yiddish die, that attaches themselves to European things, that makes themselves and their practices as white as possible.

And they have the nerve, the fucking belligerent GALL, to frame themselves as the necessary saviors of our people. To the Zionist, questioning Israel is to question Jewishness itself. They bake adoration for the colonial machine into their very prayers, and push them on us even as children. To *not* oppress, to *not* kill, to *not* genocide, is to invite death. This is the core of fascistic thought, of course. "Kill them before they kill us." And they KNOW this too, they really do. The truth of that irony does not matter, because as is true for all fascists, the truth itself does not matter to them. They wanted this, they wanted this even before the British saw it in their best interest to give them the land. Any excuse to RETVRN, as the neo-nazis say of Rome, or the German Empire, or whatever the fuck stupid country they want to poorly animate the corpse of. Some select Zionists even *sided with the fucking Nazis* in agreement they should abandon Europe to colonize Palestine. (Haavara Agreement)

My people have proved time and time and time again you don't need a nation state to have an enduring culture. We have protected ourselves for thousands of years without the help of these spiteful, doom-saying maniacs. I was going to post something like this on Passover, but that would be hypocritical. The state of Israel doesn't actually have shit to do with Jewishness. שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְה Vi tsu derleb ikh im shoyn tsu bagrobn. [my best translation] Hear Israel (beginning of a prayer in Hebrew) I should outlive him long enough to bury him. (an old Yiddish curse)

Free Palestine. Donate what you can, they need it right now.

[ramon-balaguer]

Still Needs to be replaced ASAP by a more Sane, Stable and Competent Conservative Christian Catholic Pope to Lead their Religion and their Religious wayward ways to Christ likeness vs Worldly Leftist Liberal Ideologies and Immoralities Inconsistent with GOD👻 JESUS🎚️ and His Word📖‼️ 🤷‍♂️⛪️🧐🙏🌎#REBTD😇

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Love such a thing in the Earths the joy”)

My mother, strange and shield did thee?     As the great a catastrophe, the herd that Loue haue something     which harden through one,

but worth it, have we, for everywhere,     sometimes gaining; and blue-stocks blow, when she crimes: or if     her only thick’ning

casually glanced like desperation     of the Tyrian tunic of men, near related of fright,     in publish? Love brought, and

high, whatever meeting me now,     he stops underlip, you had that we can jest, when she seem’d     his blood. My faith, like to

no such doubtful hope of his laughed     at me forbidden rills floating comfort her, in the mind?     Thy scepter vse in my

brain acropolis so perfectly     correct, that neede not word I have scamper’d by the little     was spring. Man’s knead,

and space. Into thee. And soul put     off your fingers hold; but Phoebus race. The Moving from the     exhausted her burning

in preace emong they the Market-     place, dash’d to man become and girt in another. Love such     a thing in the Earth’s the

joy of you laughed at in leades     in her charge, tis so hard upon his dull repent; my best     from good knights. As is the

punch. From which only with please, and     find all the exchanged my road, their sense, will be all dabbled     with delicate piston

thrives; wee Pope but copying is     mixed. A Flask of Darkness cries, whose limpid eyes are storm; burned     anything with the General

who had found resistance     following! Loves are ill at ease; they strake him whose harness in     a dreamed, and even with

fire, and what distance from God more     tragic and took to shield a burnie strain and Me. To give thee     when that when the gayne: o

what will hie, and the Infidel,     and an old one of hoof he raindrops I love is buried     life is lovely hand, tell

heroes, name it was out of the     spirit and wanne, so now a saints. That takes are story is     roar: but whither.—By stirr’d

while my crimes; a sort of thine eyes     and gentle into his trim hath cheery; and wayward that     make me fit for the hills,

dales, or the faire guise the winds howling,     where follows like an egg, every human breaks to thee,     what both looked for a moment

to all is not matter forefront     of Eternity, unless is without asking, Die,     oh! Roses was, whose loue

in aire of truth Do you wound him     is nowhere people of Me and yet not this old age maintain’d     from little onely

chaste by vanity. Now that     if evolution. Some corn belowe, the revolt doth     Permit me, I’ll bet you.

[aitheria12]

I taste the melancholy that quenches my thirst. The memories of you make me yearn for the worst.

I await in moments of silence and pain wishing you could be my muse again.

I write till my fingers bleed, for you my heart is full of need.

I find it disgusting how I never let you go, I find it worse that I'll never let you know.

Even worse still I wish it was your hands and your words that stroked my body and soul. I wish I could lie and say these thoughts had some alternate goal.

But the reality of my loneliness, I just really miss you.

I miss crying or laughing and you'd be there, I miss feeling your words and care.

I hung on like a woman with no hope, you were the last thing, a wayward Christian with her Pope.

If I could chase ecstasy with you once more, there is nothing more in this world I would long for.

I hope you'll never see this, I hope you find bliss. But some dark part of me hopes you too still reminisce.

For you are my muse, for words that hold no use.

I pray that you'll come to love me once more, so I can finally shut and lock this twisted door.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

20th January >> Mass Readings (GB)

Monday, Second Week in Ordinary Time  or Pope Saint Fabian, Martyr  or Saint Sebastian, Martyr.

Monday, Second Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: C(I))

First Reading Hebrews 5:1-10 ‘Although he was a son, he learned obedience through what he suffered.’

Every high priest chosen from among men is appointed to act on behalf of men in relation to God, to offer gifts and sacrifices for sins. He can deal gently with the ignorant and wayward, since he himself is beset with weakness. Because of this he is bound to offer sacrifice for his own sins just as he does for those of the people. And no one takes this honour for himself, but only when called by God, just as Aaron was. So also Christ did not exalt himself to be made a high priest, but was appointed by him who said to him, ‘You are my Son, today I have begotten you’; as he says also in another place, ‘You are a priest for ever, after the order of Melchizedek.’ In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence. Although he was a son, he learned obedience through what he suffered. And being made perfect, he became the source of eternal salvation to all who obey him, being designated by God a high priest after the order of Melchizedek.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Ps��110(109):1. 2. 3. 4. ℟4bc

R/ You are a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchizedek.

The LORD’s revelation to my lord: ‘Sit at my right hand, until I make your foes your footstool.’

R/ You are a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchizedek.

The LORD will send from Sion your sceptre of power: rule in the midst of your foes.

R/ You are a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchizedek.

With you is princely rule on the day of your power. In holy splendour, from the womb before the dawn, I have begotten you.

R/ You are a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchizedek.

The LORD has sworn an oath he will not change: ‘You are a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchizedek.’

R/ You are a priest for ever, according to the order of Melchizedek.

Gospel Acclamation Hebrews 4:12

Alleluia, alleluia. The word of God is living and active, discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. Alleluia.

Gospel Mark 2:18-22 ‘The bridegroom is with them.’

At that time: John’s disciples and the Pharisees were fasting. And people came and said to Jesus, ‘Why do John’s disciples and the disciples of the Pharisees fast, but your disciples do not fast?’ And Jesus said to them, ‘Can the wedding guests fast while the bridegroom is with them? As long as they have the bridegroom with them, they cannot fast. The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast in that day. No one sews a piece of unshrunken cloth on an old garment. If he does, the patch tears away from it, the new from the old, and a worse tear is made. And no one puts new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the wine will burst the skins — and the wine is destroyed, and so are the skins. But new wine is for fresh wineskins.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Pope Saint Fabian, Martyr 

(Liturgical Colour: Red. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 Peter 5:1-4 ‘A fellow elder and a witness of the sufferings of Christ.’

Beloved: I exhort the elders among you, as a fellow elder and a witness of the sufferings of Christ, as well as a partaker in the glory that is going to be revealed: shepherd the flock of God that is among you, exercising oversight, not under compulsion, but willingly, as God would have you; not for shameful gain, but eagerly; not domineering over those in your charge, but being examples to the flock. And when the chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the unfading crown of glory.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 40(39):2, 4ab. 7-8a. 8b-9. 10. ℟8a, 9a

R/ Behold, I have come, Lord, to do your will.

I waited, I waited for the LORD, and he stooped down to me; he heard my cry. He put a new song into my mouth, praise of our God.

R/ Behold, I have come, Lord, to do your will.

You delight not in sacrifice and offering, but in an open ear. You do not ask for holocaust and sin offering. Then I said, ‘Behold, I have come.’

R/ Behold, I have come, Lord, to do your will.

In the scroll of the book it stands written of me: ‘I delight to do your will, O my God; your instruction lies deep within me.’

R/ Behold, I have come, Lord, to do your will.

Your uprightness I have proclaimed in the great assembly. My lips I have not sealed; you know it, O LORD.

R/ Behold, I have come, Lord, to do your will.

Gospel Acclamation John 10:14

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the good shepherd, says the Lord; I know my own sheep and my own know me. Alleluia!

Gospel John 21:15-17 ‘Feed my lambs, feed my sheep.’

When Jesus had revealed himself to his disciples and they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon, son of John, do you love me more than these?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ He said to him, ‘Feed my lambs.’ He said to him a second time, ‘Simon, son of John, do you love me?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ He said to him, ‘Tend my sheep.’ He said to him the third time, ‘Simon, son of John, do you love me?’ Peter was grieved because he said to him the third time, ‘Do you love me?’ and he said to him, ‘Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my sheep.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Sebastian, Martyr 

(Liturgical Colour: Red. Year: C(I))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 Peter 3:14-17 ‘Have no fear of them, nor be troubled.’

Beloved: If you should suffer for righteousness’ sake, you will be blessed. Have no fear of them, nor be troubled, but in your hearts honour Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defence to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect, having a good conscience, so that, when you are slandered, those who revile your good behaviour in Christ may be put to shame. For it is better to suffer for doing good, if that should be God’s will, than for doing evil.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 34(33):2-3. 4-5. 6-7. 8-9. ℟5

R/ From all my terrors the LORD set me free.

I will bless the LORD at all times, praise of him is always in my mouth. In the LORD my soul shall make its boast; the humble shall hear and be glad.

R/ From all my terrors the LORD set me free.

Glorify the LORD with me; together let us praise his name. I sought the LORD, and he answered me; from all my terrors he set me free.

R/ From all my terrors the LORD set me free.

Look towards him and be radiant; let your faces not be abashed. This lowly one called; the LORD heard, and rescued him from all his distress.

R/ From all my terrors the LORD set me free.

The angel of the LORD is encamped around those who fear him, to rescue them. Taste and see that the LORD is good. Blessed the man who seeks refuge in him.

R/ From all my terrors the LORD set me free.

Gospel Acclamation James 1:12

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy the man who stands firm, for he has proved himself, and will win the crown of life. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 10:28-33 ‘Do not fear those who kill the body.’

At that time: Jesus instructed his Apostles: ‘Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father knowing. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. So everyone who acknowledges me before men, I also will acknowledge before my Father who is in heaven, but whoever denies me before men, I also will deny before my Father who is in heaven.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[devil-in-those-eyes]

One Day part 4-Rudy Pankow

Alright, my lovelies. I really hope you enjoy this part, i’m slightly nervous about it but fingers crossed. 

Warnings: Cursing, angst(?)

Taglist: @thebendslikebendover @awkwardnesshabitat @dpaccione @danicarosaline @infinityspacesuniverse @pogues-never-say-die @collectiveuniverses @jjmaybankx @1d5sosddl @k-k0129 @popcrone818 @starlightstories @jeyramarie @obxlife @angvelic @sovuckie @abigailpankow @rudypankow-whore @y0ungandfuckingdumb @her-silent-gaze @sunwardsss

~~ Y/N

           You wanted to bang your head against the table, mentally yelling at yourself for the events that unfolded two days ago. For the past forty-some hours you’ve been constantly talking down to yourself, trying not to relive the moment you let your emotions take over your head.

           You had a lot of How could you’s and an immense amount of you’re so stupid. Why did you let it happen? Was it being tucked away in his room, thinking about the last summer you spent together? Hearing that he hadn’t gotten rid of any pictures to do with you? The feel of his broad chest warming your back? The whisper of his breath across your shoulder and cheek?

           Whatever it was, you ended up shirtless with your nails racking down his chest and his tongue doing delicious things inside your mouth. It happened so quickly, one moment your looking at his pictures and the next you’re hearing him whisper I love you into your mouth.

           Fuck, I love you.

           It was such a sweet whisper, filled with desperation and following a hungry kiss, but it was enough to douse ice cold water over your whole body because as soon as you pushed him away, you saw the look in his eyes and it scared you.

           He meant it.

           Every time he told you that he loved you, he got this look in his eyes. As if electricity just rolled through his eyes and made them shine almost neon. As if he was discovering what heaven felt like, just by looking at you. Like you were his whole world and held his heart in your dainty hands. And when he told you two days ago, he had the exact same look in his eyes.

           You could see he was shocked by his own confession, like it rolled off of his tongue without a warning but instead of admitting you were still in love with him as well, you felt the tears well up in your eyes because he just once again shattered your heart, without even trying very hard.

           In the end, Rudy was leaving. You would be left as a memory inside his head, soon he’d forget his feelings, but you would be left with everything. The heartbreak. The sadness. The abandonment. The love. For a split second, you let yourself believe that one day was starting in that second, but with his murmur you were reminded that his career was just starting and his Hollywood life had no room for you.

           “Breakfast really that bad, hon?”

           You lifted your head from holding it up above your food and looked to see Penny sliding into the booth across from you. You cleared your throat, straightened your back and looked at your coffee, blinking a few times to get rid of the tears that were welling inside your eyes.

           “Hi, Penny,” you said softly, giving her a smile.

           Penny’s eyes stayed round as she nodded to your plate, “Not hungry?”

           “My eyes are bigger than my stomach,” you said, relaxing into the booth.

           “Honey… you haven’t touched it since it was brought out twenty minutes ago.”

           You stared at Penny and she briefly tilted her head, you looked over her shoulder and saw Alec and Henning sitting in a booth across the restaurant, they both gave a little wave before Alec threw a piece of toast at Henning, starting an all out food war.

           “I’m just not feeling well,” you tried to say, but it came out as a question.

           Penny breathed in deeply before resting her arm on the table, her chin in the palm of her hand. “I feel like I have pretty good mother’s intuition, yeah?” she asked, “good relationship with my sons?”

           Your eyebrows pulled together, wondering where Penny was going with this. You nodded slowly before she continued, “I don’t do a lot of meddling in their lives to make things easier, I let them work out problems, right?”

           “Um,” you hummed, still confused as hell.

           “I watched you and Rudy pine over each other for two years. I watched you two learn how to love, I was there for every fight, almost every happy moment.” Her soft smile faltered. “I didn’t tell Rudy how bad of an idea it was to break up with you, because I knew you two could do long distance. I saw you both fall apart and try to pick up the pieces.”

           You chin wobbled at her words and you quickly looked away. Along with Henning, Penny was another person you didn’t talk about your heart break with because she was Rudy’s mom. You had your own to run too and you never wanted to put her in an awkward position, but her words were really hitting you square in the chest.

           “Honey, I can’t sit back and watch you two do this to one another.”

           “He’s leaving,” you whispered. “He’ll forget about me.”

           Penny went silent for a moment, and you could have sworn she was agreeing with you in the midst of the silence until she said your name softly. “Y/N, he hated this pretty girl for about three months. When they ended things, his one explanation was, and I quote, ‘She wasn’t Y/N’.”

           You looked up at her, surprised but Penny wasn’t. She offered a half smile and slid out of her seat. She stood next to you and kissed your head, “give him a chance.”

           You looked at her as she stepped away, heading back to her sons. You sighed, her words leaving your brain feeling jumbled. Instead of her easing your on going mental war, it only made it worse and you ended up just not touching your breakfast and going to work with your head in the clouds.

           “Listen, I gotta tell you something, but I don’t think you’re going to care.” Kennedy said as you sat in your family room and watching some TV.

           You two had been on the phone for the last twenty minutes. It was late evening and your parents were out at dinner with friends, you didn’t really feel like being social so you opted out of meeting some friends at a bar and Kennedy had just walked into the bar because you could hear the music in the background. “What’s up?” you asked, laying down on the couch.

           “Tucker is here, wrapped around some girl.” Kennedy said with hesitation clear in her voice.

           There was no blow, no hurt that rippled through your chest because technically you two weren’t together. It almost made you feel better that Tucker was with someone else, so you didn’t have to feel guilty for being stuck in your feelings about Rudy.

           “Good,” you murmured, “maybe now I wont have to have the ‘we shouldn’t see each other anymore’ speech.”

           “That would be ideal,” Kennedy said and sighed. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?”

           “I’m good,” you lied. You just wanted to be alone tonight.

           “Rudy’s here,” she said softly. “You should come out.”

           “I just want to be alone,” you said and tried to give your tone a bit more pep. “Listen, have fun tonight, okay?”

           “Yeah,” Kennedy sounded unconvinced but you two hung up.

           Penny’s words rang deeply inside your head and had been doing so all day. You were almost over it, over the self doubt and the sadness and heartbreak, but you needed one last night before you started to pick yourself up again. You didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel, but one day you would. Soon, Penny would see that you and Rudy weren’t meant to be.

           The idea of a future without Rudy in your life made tears well in your eyes.

           I’m not ready for that…

           You groaned and sat up. You made your way into the kitchen and grabbed out bottle of wine, but when you started uncorking it the doorbell rang. You first thought was that it was the girls coming to your rescue because you guys never allowed each other to wallow alone. Then the thought of Jamie flickered across your mind because you knew Kennedy would flap her lips to him and he would fly to you, but when you opened the door you realized you were completely wrong.

           “Hey,” Rudy breathed, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and looking at you.

           “Rudy,” you stumbled over his name, confused. “What’re you doing here?”

           Rudy stood in front of you in dark jeans and one of his old high school soccer sweatshirts, his light hair still unruly but he had shaven and his cheeks looked smooth. His eyes looked tired as he looked down at you, breathing in your sweats and t-shirt. For a split second, you wondered if his mom spoke to him and if she did, what did she say to him?

           “Kenn, uh, she told me you were staying in tonight,” he said, as if that gave him a good excuse as to why he was standing on your porch at 10:30 at night when all of your friends, plus his co-star, was at a bar in town.

           Remembering Chase, you looked around him to see if his friend was in his truck, but no one was there, so you looked back at him. Rudy closed his eyes and breathed out in a heavy puff of air, when he pried them back open he stared at you and began to crumble.

           “I just,” He groaned, “fuck.”

           You stomach swirled nervously as you held onto the doorknob, steadying yourself. He pulled a hand from his pocket and he touched his stomach, “I just gotta say something, then I’ll go. I’ll leave you alone.”

           You went to say his name, tell him not to bother because you couldn’t stomach it. You didn’t want to hear about how he still loves you, or how he couldn’t continue believing in one day because either way you would be left heart broken. He tells you he loves you, then what? Long distance?

           “I’m not giving up on us, I can’t give up, Y/N.” he breathed, as if his words knocked the air out of his lungs and he was struggling to breathe as he looked at you. His blue eyes searching yours. “I know you think I have but forgetting you would be impossible, learning to unlove you is like me trying to learn how to perform brain surgery, it’s just, it’s impossible, Y/N. It’s never going to happen.”

           Your bottom lip quivered as a barely there smile touched his face, hanging a hand on the doorframe. “Rudy,” you whispered.

           “I don’t expect you to love me the same way you did when we were kids, you have walls up and your guarded and scared, but I’m going to keep pushing. I’m going to break down these walls, you will love me unconditionally again.” He said, bringing his free hand to his chest, touching the space where his heart lay. “I refuse to give up on the way I feel about you, because fuck the distance. If I have to fly out every month to see you, or fly you to sets, I don’t give a fuck anymore, Y/N, because I love you.”

           Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away.

           “I’m not standing here, expecting you to tell me you feel the same way, because I know it’s going to be a fight.” He reached out and touched his hand to your chin, tilting your eyes up to look at him. “Baby, if you want to date other people then that’s fine, but they better be prepared to fight for you, because we both know I love to play dirty and I’ll do whatever it takes to make us happen.”

           Stunned. Shocked. Astounded. All of the above was how you felt by his words. Rudy’s thumb brushed over your cheekbone as he took you in. No words passed between you two for a few seconds, his words ringing around inside of your head.

           Rudy stepped closer and leaned down, your eyes fluttering closed as his face neared yours. You felt the soft glide of his lips in the corner of your mouth. It was soft, a barely there kiss but your heart fluttered so deeply you felt it in your toes. He smelled delicious, like his musky cologne mixed with the Alaskan fresh air. He smelled like Rudy and it warmed your body.

           When he pulled away, his fingers dragged down your jaw and over your neck, sending goosebumps throughout every inch of your skin. He was still wearing his gentle smile when he turned away from you, leaving you melting on the floor because you believed every gentle threat in his words.

           Rudy was about to give the fight of his life, and he wasn’t letting you go so easily.

[semperintrepida]

So apparently there are warriors who are also nuns who like to run around Europe, dancing, drinking, occasionally getting tranquilized(?) and some of them are cute and gay for each other?

[waywardork]

The pope really said fuck it gay rights fo today

[kidlnthedark]

I've just finished watching Outer Banks and I would happily give my life to see John B, Sarah, JJ, Kiara and Pope get their gold and live happy lives.

[giasesshoumaru]

“You think you want to know the truth, but you don’t. It’s worse than you can possbily imagine.” - Sherrif Pope to Ethan Burke (Wayward Pines, Episode 1.3)

[phantompoguefangirl]

The Hot Tub-JJ Maybank x fem reader

Word count: 2900(sorry if this is a lot)

Tags/warnings: Hurt/Abuse mention, alcohol, fluff/smut

Synopsis: A reimagining of the hot tub scene in 1×07, in which reader and JJ are best friends and reader finds JJ in the hot tub instead of Pope and Kie. Things get emotional and some secrets come to light. Song inspiration: I Won't Let Go by Rascal Flatts

This one of my first smuts. It is also on my wattpad, SerpentBeauty1710, in my All The Oneshots book, and might get posted to my AO3.

It's like a storm that cuts a path

It breaks your will, It feels like that

You think you're lost, but you're not lost on your own

You're not alone

I will stand by you, I will help you through

When you've done all you can do

If you can't cope

I will dry your eyes, I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight, and I won't let go

It hurts my heart to see you cry

I know it's dark, this part of life

Oh it finds us all, and we're too small

To stop the rain, oh but when it rains

I will stand by you, I will help you through

When you've done all you can do

And you can't cope

Iwill dry your eyes, I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight, and I won't let you fall

Don't be afraid to fall, I'm right here to catch you

I won't let you down, It won't get you down

You're gonna make it, yeah I know you can make it

'Cause I will stand by you, I will help you through

When you've done all you can do

And you can't cope

And I will dry your eyes, I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight, and I won't let go

Oh I'm gonna hold you, and I won't let go

Won't let you go

No I won't

............

You headed back to the Chateau, anxious as hell after the day's events and just needing a break. You practically lived there just like the rest of your friends, the pogues. At this point, John B should probably rename it The Routledge Home for Wayward Teens or some shit.

It was your safe haven from everything going on at your house, not only because of the freedom, but because JJ was always there. He understood you on a personal level because his home life was similar and he always knew what to do to make you feel better. You, of course, did the same thing for him. You and JJ had been best friends since like kindergarten and you had pretty much been in love with him from the moment you met him. Not that he felt the same way. He could have any girl he wanted and he flirted with literally every girl he met. But even though he was a little bit off the rails, he had a deeply caring, loyal heart and he'd do absolutely anything for the people he loved. He was recklessly fun, ridiculously hot and was stupidly good at pretty much everything as though it came naturally to him. It really wasn't fair for someone to be so perfectly imperfect...

The lights and music ahead broke you out of your thoughts and you looked around, your eyes widening in shock.

Someone had hung up string lights all over from the trees to John B's house and put random decorations everywhere. In the middle of the yard was a hot tub, and in the hot tub was JJ. He had sunglasses on and a bottle of champagne in one hand.

"JJ, what did you do?" you asked, trying process the scene in front of you.

"I have a jet going straight up my butt right now," JJ chuckled, sounding a bit buzzed. He grabbed a glass that was floating by on an inflatable flamingo cup holder and poured champagne into it. "You should get in, like, immediately."

"Dude, how much did all this cost?" You pressed.

JJ looked around. "Ummm, well, with the generator, fuel, oh and express delivery....pretty much all of it."

"All of it?!"

"Yeah. All of it." he said.

"You spent all the money in ONE DAY?!" You asked incredulously.

"Yep. Burned a hole right through my pocket." He answered. "But I mean, come on dude, look at this! Finest in jet based massage therapy! That's what they told me, anyway."

You just looked at him in disbelief.

"What, Y/N? Can't a man have a little luxury in life? Come on, all this scrimpin and scrapin...I mean...look, you only live once right?" JJ paused then shook his head. "Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat's Ass, come on."

"Get in the what?"

"The Cat's Ass. That's what I named her." JJ said, half smiling and biting his lip. Then his eyes lit up. "Oh hey yo, I almost forgot!"

He hit a switch which caused more jets to spray, the water to change colors and a disco ball to light up and spin.

He gestured around excitedly. "Yeah, that's right, I know! Disco mode! That's right, baby!"

"Are you kidding me? You could have paid your restitution or bought stuff to help us get the gold out of the well or something!" You exclaimed.

"Okay well you know what I didn't do that!" JJ yelled, standing up. You gasped at the big purple bruises and welts all over his body. You immediately knew they were from his father so you tried to say something but just he ignored it and kept going. "I got a hot tub. I got a hot tub for my friends...no, you know what? Screw that! I got a hot tub for my family! Alright? I mean look at this. I got this for you! For us!"

"JJ...," Your voice caught in your throat as you reached toward toward him slowly.

"No, just stop being emotional! It's fine, okay?!" he snapped, slightly hysterical now, raising his hand in the stop gesture.

JJ tried to keep going on about the hot tub but you were already in motion. You climbed in fully clothed and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you as he broke down crying into your shoulder.

"I can't take it anymore!" he cried out desperately.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm so sorry," you murmured through your own tears as you hugged him.

"I just wanna do the right thing..." he mumbled sadly.

"I know," You repeated quietly, "It's gonna be okay."

You both stood there holding each other and crying for a long time. You placed soft reassuring kisses on his head as you brushed your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back.

When you both finally pulled apart, he asked you to stay in the hot tub with him and you obliged.

You always wore a bikini under your clothes since you lived on an island, so you just threw your shorts, shoes and top on the grass nearby and sunk into the water next to him. You sighed as the heated, bubbling water enveloped your body. JJ offered you a glass of champagne and you accepted. You both just relaxed for awhile, sipping alcohol and talking.

"Th-thank you," he said quietly, out of nowhere.

"For what?" You asked, confused.

"For the hug. For being here. For understanding. Shit, for everything." JJ answered, looking like he was contemplating something.

"Awe, JJ-"

"I love you." He stated suddenly.

You froze. "What?"

He fidgeted nervously for a bit before taking a deep breath.

"I love you, Y/N. As in, like, I'm in love with you. I always have been. But you've always been way outta my league so I didn't think you'd like me back and then we made the stupid fucking no pogue on pogue macking rule so I had to pretend like you're just a friend to me. Just one of the guys. But you're not. You're everything to me. I mean, god, Y/N, you're fucking amazing and I-I just- I don't know what I would do without you. I love you so fucking much. I'm sorry if this ruins everything but I need you to know." He rambled, trailing off at the end.

You sat there in shock for a minute. You had to be dreaming. There was no way JJ Maybank just said those words for real. You had imagined this moment a million times but you never thought it would actually happen.

But here you were.

As you gazed into his gorgeous ocean blue eyes, you saw that he was completely serious. You'd always had a knack for knowing whenever he was lying and right now you could tell he was not.

And you were not prepared for the onslaught of feelings that hit you all at once. You couldn't even form words.

So you did the only thing you could think of to do.

You grabbed JJ's face, being careful of his injuries of course, and pressed your lips to his.

JJ almost immediately responded, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You snaked your fingers into his hair which illicited a small moan from him as the kiss became more passionate.

You knew JJ had a reputation for being a good kisser but you had no idea he was THIS good. This was easily the most amazing kiss you had ever experienced, and you lost yourself in it. You couldn't think. All you could do was feel his soft, perfect lips, which tasted absolutely delicious, against yours.

He expertly brushed his tongue across your bottom lip and then against your own tongue, battling for dominance and winning quickly.

After a while, you both pulled away breathing heavily and he pressed his forehead to yours. You lowered your hands to rest on his shoulders.

JJ met your eyes, panting a little bit and slowly breaking into a smile. "Sooo I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that this, plus the fact that you called me baby earlier means you do, in fact, like me back."

You giggled at him and nodded, still trying to catch your breath. He smiled wider and stared into your eyes for a moment.

"Can you say it?" he asked tentatively.

"What?" you replied, confused.

He looked down for a second. "I mean...I don't want to force you to say the words if you're not ready...but if you are ready...I wanna hear you say it. I don't know why...I just feel like I need to hear it."

Damn it, you just wanted to throw JJ's dad right off a cliff, along with anybody else who ever made him feel unwanted and unloved. Because he deserved the whole world and did not deserve the shitty way he had been treated his whole life. It was so messed up and unfair. He deserved to be told he was loved every minute of every day.

You brought a hand to his face and he leaned into it subconsciously.

"I love you too, JJ Maybank, more than words can describe. I'm sorry I never told you before. I pretty much had the same reasons as you. Stupid pogue rules and thinking you'd never feel the same way when you could have literally any other girl on the island, except maybe Kie and Sarah," You told him.

His face lit up like a christmas tree and it was honestly the cutest thing ever.

"Well, maybe, but I don't want any other girl on the island. I want you, Y/N, and only you," JJ said, brushing your hair out of your face and kissing you again.

You both melted into the kiss and then it slowly became more heated, more needy. You moved your arms up around JJ's neck and tangled your fingers in his hair again as you straddled his lap. He slid his hands up and down your back and sides, squeezing your hips and then your ass. You moaned softly and involuntarily grinded against his already hardening groin.

JJ groaned and pulled away from your lips for a second. "Mmm, okay, hold up. Is this really about to go where I think it's going? Because as much as I want to go there with you, we don't have to if you aren't ready yet. I know you've been hurt before, and I want you to feel comfortable, you know? Not feel like you have to do anything just to appease me."

"It's okay. I want this, JJ. I want you. And I want to make you feel something good after everything you've been through today," You said reassuringly as you leaned in toward his lips, "I want you to feel how much I love you."

That was all JJ needed. He closed the short distance between your lips and went back to exploring your body with his hands. He began trailing kisses from your mouth down to the base of your throat as he untied your bikini top and tossed it somewhere off into John B's yard. He sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, biting down just enough to drive you crazy, while his hands made their way to your boobs and massaged them.

"JJ..." You moaned, gripping the back of his neck and hair.

He grinned against your skin, continuing kissing down to your chest until his mouth found each of your nipples. He sucked on them both in turn, enjoying the sounds this caused you to make. Then he made his way back up to your lips and devoured them with one of his hands on your waist and the other sliding into your swimsuit bottoms. He rubbed slow circles around your clit for a good amount of time and then slid a finger inside you.

"Fuck, JJ...," You moaned loudly against his lips as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

"Mmm, you like that baby?" he murmured back, adding a finger and speeding up a bit.

"Oh y-yes," You managed to say, biting his lip as you kissed him and pressing yourself against his hand.

JJ groaned into your mouth, removing his hand from your center. Before you could protest, he deftly untied your swimsuit bottoms, threw them out of the hot tub and then kicked off his swim shorts. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust up into you.

"Ohh my god, Y/N," JJ moaned into your shoulder breathily.

"Fuck, JJ," you moaned, adjusting to his size. He wasn't huge but he was definitely bigger than you were used to.

You basked in how amazing JJ felt as you started moving up and down, which prompted him to start thrusting in and out of you in sync with your movements. He eventually began thrusting a little faster and harder, which provoked more moans from both you.

The feeling of JJ's lips and fingers on your skin as you rode him was like nothing you felt before. You'd slept with other people, and so had he obviously, but everyone else was too rough, grabby and too focused on getting what they wanted out of the deal. JJ, however, worshipped your body like a goddess and every touch sent shock waves through your core. The hot water also made everything that much more intense. You began moving your own lips, tongue and hands over every inch of his tanned skin you could reach, softly kissing each bruise and mark that you found, slowly moving up his chest to his face and then kissing, sucking, and nibbling down his jawline to his neck. That must have been his sweet spot as well.

"Fuuck, Y/N," He growled, tightening his grip on you and thrusting even faster and harder into you.

Holy shit. That growl was probably the hottest thing you'd ever heard and it set you off in a whole new way.

"Ohhhh!" you moaned, feeling the build up to your climax burning inside you. "Fuck, JJ, I'm gonna-"

"Oh god me too," he captured your lips with his again as he sped up further.

This was enough to send you over the edge.

"JJ!" You cried out as your inner walls clenched around him and you came undone.

"Oh FUCK Y/N!" JJ nearly yelled, finding his euphoria a second later.

"Wow," you both said, out of breath, as you collapsed on him gently.

He just held you, basking in the moment as you both came down from your high.

Once you both had the energy to move, JJ helped you out of the hot tub and you both went inside. You got cleaned up and then he put on a pair of clean sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt. You, having realized most of your clothes that you kept at the Chateau were dirty, ended up just putting on one of JJ's tshirts and a pair of underwear. You climbed into his bed and snuggled into his waiting embrace.

"So does this mean you're my girl now?" JJ asked sleepily.

"Oh no I thought confessing our undying love to each other and consumating it in a hot tub were things only friends did," You said sarcastically, giggling. "No shit, sherlock. Of course I'm yours."

"Okay sorry!"JJ laughed,"I was just clarifying to make sure, geez. Also how are we gonna tell the pogues? 'Cause, I mean, you realize they're gonna freak, right?"

"I know," you said as you kissed him, "We'll figure it out, but right now I just wanna sleep, okay? I love you."

He nodded and smiled as he kissed you back, "Kay. I love you too."

JJ pulled the the covers over you both and you fell asleep with your head on his chest and his arms around you.

And it was the best sleep either of you ever had.

@thecameronchronicles

[charlesreeza]

Bust of Costanza Bonarelli, terracotta, c. 1636, by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, in a private collection - photo by Charles Reeza

Yes, Costanza was confined to a monastery for wayward women for more than six months! The servant who slashed her face and Bernini’s brother were exiled from Rome. Bernini was originally fined 3000 scudi, but the Pope pardoned him because he was “Excellent in art.”

Costanza’ s husband was buried in their parish church, but she asked to be buried in the great Papal Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore. Gian Lorenzo and Luigi Bernini were also buried there 18 and 19 years later.

[twinksintrees]

Please tell more about your playlists! I've been listening to some of them and I'm rll curious about why you put certain songs in playlists and ur anlysises on them!

thank you for the ask!! Bc this ended being way longer than I thought it would be, I’m only going to be focusing on one playlist here, but I will write up similar post for most of my other playlists as well. Today we will be focusing on my Glenn Close playlist.

Edit: a link to the playlist has been added below bc I forgot to put that in when I first posted lmao

Analysis under the cut

Carry on my wayward son: this might be one of the simplest to explain, and its because the cast themselves have joked and talked about how this song fits glenn, even going so far as to make the title to one of the most important glenn centric episodes. It has to be on there imo.

Highway to hell: this one is also simple to explain, glenn became a demon and went through his owm highway to hell, as it were. It also fits into his dad rock theme, as does carry on my wayward son.

I miss having sex but at least i dont want to die anymore: i dont have a real reason for this one honestly, i think i heard this song on a random playlist and it made me think of glenn? I think theres a version of glenn in my head that lives as a human and goes back to the human realm as normal with the other dads and this would be from his pov after he grows and gets older and does some healing i guess?? It doesn’t make a lot of sense ik.

Anna sun: this is one of the songs most closely (heh) associated with glenn in my head. This song makes me think of young glenn, fresh after morgan died, being left with a 7 y/o Nick and no idea how to cope with either of their grief. The chorus of “this house is falling apart” sung with more and more intensity makes me envision a scene where its young glenn, standing in a small, lonely apartment holding a tiny nick in his arms as he looks around, no idea what to do without his wife and best friend here to help him. The lyrics “we got no money, but we got heart” make me think of glenn, failing rockstar, determined to make a way for himself and for his son.

Sickly sweet holidays: i found this one on another glenn playlist, and the christmas theme was perfect, but also, the lyrics “im crying every day, i wish that you were here, when christmas comes this time each year” are so heartbreaking applied to him and morgan if its him singing that after shes gone.

Last christmas: it fit the christmas theme and i just liked the jimmy eat world version lmao.

Home: this song. just breaks me. The pain and the heartbreak and the tragedy of losing someone you care so deeply about just is glenn with morgan. The lyrics “and i got mad when they said that you weren't coming back to me, cause i hate hearing the truth” are crushing in this case especially because glenn does hate hearing the truth. He’s the type of person who avoids his problems until they slap him in the face. He does that with his grief, doesnt acknowledge his or his son’s pain, and it isnt good for him. For either of them.

Ghost of york: this song is on the playlist solely because it slaps and because of the lyrics “and from the corner of my eye/i saw you dressed all in white/i saw you pass right by/maybe i had too much wine/you never said goodbye” for me, this song speaks to a sad, depressed glenn mourning his wife and drowning his pain with drink, wishing he just had the chance to say goodbye one more time.

Afraid: “when i wake i'm afraid somebody else might take my place” i mean, this literally happened with him and jodie. The chorus is glenn talking shit about jodie. “It hurts but i wont fight you” is glenn accepting jodie as Nick’s new father.

Pope is a rockstar: i dont care i dont care if the lyrics are ‘pope is a rockstar’ Glenn sang ‘go little rockstar’ to nick when he was young and you can't change my mind.

Never love an anchor: oooohh boy. Oh boy. Pain. let's go. With the first lyrics alone “on some level i think i always understood/that these hands of mine were clumsy not clever/and i tried to do the best that i could/ but try as i might i could not bring myself to hold you” this is a very glenn song. Glenn Close was not meant to be a father, no matter how much he loved his son. In fact, with the next set of lyrics we’ll be looking at “a ship could never really love an anchor/so i did the only thing that i could/and severed the rope that set you sailing from my harbor” they can be tied directly to him making the choice to let nick go at the trial. “There are times when i still wonder about you/you are someone i have loved but never known” glenn still loves nick, but that's not the same nick he raised. He is someone glenn has loved, but never truly known after the swap with jodie. “You’ll never see the reasons i had/for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you” nick will never really know the choice, the sacrifice glenn made when he called for the switch. He will never know the pain glenn saved him from losing two parents. “I am selfish i am broken i am cruel” represents all of glenns self hatred and negativity. I think at certain points pf the podcast he genuinely believes all of those things about himself. “I am all the things they might have said to you” is glenn being terrified nick will end up exactly like him and so deeply hoping he doesn't.

The light behind your eyes: this song is from glenn’s pov in prison. “If i could be with you tonight/i would sing you to sleep/never let them take the light behind your eyes” the idea of him being able to get out and sing this for his friends around a campfire, or sing this softly to his son one last time keeps him going. “I failed and lost this fight/never fade in the dark/just remember you will always burn as bright” is glenn literally losing the court case and getting sentenced to the prison, he is the one fading in the dark, and the only thing keeping him going is the memory, the brightness, of his friends and of his son. I also think glenn sang this to nick as a lullaby when he was a little kid.

Death as a fetish: this song also represents glenns incredibly negative internal voice. The repetition of “i will never be good enough” is all of his internal thoughts that he will never open up about or share with anyone.

The soccer journals: read for a better explanation below

Hey there delilah: read the post linked below for an explanation. @that-one-queer-punk pointed this one out to me and actually wrote a fic based on it, and I’ve linked it below if you wanna check it out, it’s good shit.

Cold cold man: this for me is young glenn when he and morgan are just starting to get together. He’s very devoted to her and he truly believes “the only bed worth sleeping’s the one right next to you” he can appear to be smooth, suave guy who sleeps around, but he honestly enjoys a monogamous relationship and would never betray her that way.

Therapy: glenn needs therapy. Plain and simple.

[silverdrive92]

Fire Emblem Titles if they were crappy movies

FE1: Wayward Prince & the Revenge of the Lizard King.

FE2: Turf Wars: Plead or Bleed.

FE3: Hero King: Return of the Lizard Army.

FE4 Gen 1: Honey! I destroyed the Economy.

FE4 Gen 2: Seliph's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Adolescence.

FE5: Mom in Stone, Kids all alone.

FE6: Boy Meets World: Boy Strikes Back

FE7: Love, Loss, and Armads.

FE8: Game of Stones.

FE9: Ike's Men: Rise of Ashnard.

FE10: Ike's Men 2: Same shit, Different Day.

FE11: Wayward Prince & the Revenge of the Lizard King: Live Action Remake

FE12: Hero King Evolution: Love, War, and Stolen Agency.

FE13: The Hero King Chronicles: The Princess & the Apocalypse.

FE14 C: Sibling Prank War: The Dark Side.

FE14 BR: Sibling Prank War: Homebound.

FE14 R: Sibling Prank War: Dad is Mad.

FE15: Legend of the Farm Boy: The Fidget Spinner of Time.

FE16 BL: Avengers: Therapy War.

FE16 VW: The Girls are Fighting.

FE16 SS: The Pope & the Dwarf: Twerk Off.

FE16 CF: Mean Girl: PMS Gone Wrong.

[hopeamarsu]

Hi lovely!

Congratulations on your milestone. It is very well deserved. You are a beautiful storyteller.

I am requesting:

For all it's worth /Santiago Garcia

Because I am stupidly in love with him.

Thank you my friend. xo!

My darling Marie, thank you so much ❤️ I’m honestly humbled by this praise, but truly, you lovely words and support mean so much to me.

So I can tell you I'm so happy you sent a request in! I know the title sort of screamed angsty, but I accidentally on purpose went a little horny and a little sweet, a meet-cute of sorts. I'm still learning my way through writing Santi but I hope this humble fic makes him justice.

For all it's worth

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x reader

Word count 1,1k

Warnings: Airplane turbulence, some hints towards spiciness

A/N: Your seatmate at the airplane is gorgeous but he seems to be in some pain.

You sneak a glance at the gorgeous man next to you as he tries to get comfortable in the small airplane seat. His left hand rubs his knee in a soothing motion as he wiggles to find a good position and his elbow bumps into you by accident. “Sorry,” He mumbles with a low tone, casting an apologetic look at you.

You shrug it off, trying not to get too distracted by the handsome features, the soft salt and pepper curls and the intoxicating dark eyes looking at you. It’s hard but you manage somehow.

“It’s okay, these things happen.”

Airplanes are tight in general and this particular flight from St John’s feels even more so. You’ve been crammed into this metal tube for a couple of hours now and you know there are several ahead of you still, which is why you have been grateful for the aisle seat you had managed to snag during booking.

He nods at your dismissal and tries to move his body a little more, mindful of the old lady sleeping on the window seat. The turn doesn’t seem to do good for him as you can clearly see the wince flash across his face as his knee twists as a result.

He rubs the knee a little more forcefully, bending forward and you can clearly see more of the curls and a puckered scar on his neck. You wince in sympathy as it disappears under the neckline of his dark shirt.

“Would you want to switch seats? For all it’s worth, you could stretch out your legs on the aisle at least.” Your words escape you before you can grasp them properly. He turns to look at you with a grateful expression.

“You would do that?”

“Yeah, the extra space is - uh - would be good for you, right? For the knee.” You gesture at the limb and the hand still rubbing the spot. It must feel quite painful from the look on his face.

He agrees, slightly sheepish, but you just wave it off. You know what a knee injury looks like and the best help is getting it as much space to stretch out as possible. You click off your seatbelt and shuffle out of your seat, but just as he is about to move into the aisle himself, the turbulence in the air shakes the plane.

“Shit!” You yelp as you fall forward, hands in front of you as you grasp the headrest of the seat next to you. The plane jumps up and down a little as it moves through the air and you lose your grip, swinging on your feet and another shake makes you stumble again, falling until you land on something soft, the person underneath you letting out a small “oomph” at the surprise.

“Hi.” You grin meekly at him, embarrassed at finding yourself perched on his lap. You feel the powerful muscles tensing under you as he adjusts you to sit more comfortably. Something decidedly delicious presses against your ass but another violent shake makes you forget all that as you pin your bodies flush together in order to keep still.

You feel his hand wrap around your back, keeping you locked in his embrace. Finally the plane steadies itself and he slowly helps you shuffle into the middle seat. He doesn’t lose the connection though, keeping one hand on your elbow as he peers into your eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“I hate turbulence.”

“Mhmmm. Are you scared of flying?”

“A little I guess. All this shaking doesn’t feel too good.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Would you, uh… Would you keep holding my hand? It’s silly I know, but having something to focus on helps me.” You should perhaps feel a bit embarrassed about asking but something in this gorgeous gentleman pulls you in and doesn’t want to let go.

He doesn’t answer you verbally, only gathers your hand into his. His palm is warm and dry and you can feel the callous spots in the skin as his thumb slides over your knuckles as he runs it across your skin.

The plane shakes again and you grip his hand tighter, grateful for the extra support. He leans into you, his warm breath on your ear feeling like smooth velvet, “I’m Santiago, or Santi. What’s your name?” Breathless, you give your name and he repeats it, the letters vibrating as they leave his mouth. There is something promising in the way he rolls your name around his tongue and your eyes are drawn to his lips.

They look plump and so inviting, but the thought of how they would feel against you is soon wiped from your mind as the plane shakes rapidly again and you let out a small shriek as it drops in altitude. “Hey, hey, querida, it’s alright. Look at me, it’s going to be alright.”

You lift your gaze to meet his and the dark eyes drill into yours. You can see how the light is reflected off of them, how something ravenous flashes in them as he keeps looking at you, the smoulder in the low-lidded eyes very evident. You watch his eyes drop to your lips and you wet them unconsciously. The tone of the orbs turn even darker as he follows your tongue poking out from between your lips.

“Do you mind if I try something?” Santiago mumbles, his voice low and husky. The something in his question is obvious as he devours you with his eyes and you nod minutely. He leans forward a little and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation and just as the plane shakes again, he captures your lips in a kiss to end all kisses.

He fits against you like a key slipping into a lock, so perfect. He tastes of warm honey and warm summer air as he places a hand on the back of your head, drawing you even closer as he slips his tongue into your mouth. A small groan leaves him as he registers what you truly taste like and when he nibbles on your lower lip, the whole world slips away.

It’s just you and him, 10 000 feet in the air, but it feels like he is taking you higher and higher as he kisses you deeper and deeper. There is no time, no knowledge of the shaking of the plane until it settles down and he releases your mouth.

Santiago’s eyes are hungry as he plucks at his lower lip with his thumb and forefinger. “May I do that again?” You answer him by tugging him forward from the neckline of his shirt, more than happy to lose yourself within him as the plane flies forward.

*

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