#preach lemon

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When you’re writing a scene about two characters with the same pronouns and you’re struggling to make it clear who’s doing what

[excelsior9173]

there is an old rail bridge on my walk to campus. it’s a lovely walk, just under an hour and full of lovely views and native fruits.

i’ve walked on the trails many times, but the bridge is a new addition to my route. i will admit that at first i was rather intimidated by it. it’s very high up and made entirely of wood.

however, i walked to and from campus today to pick some buffalo berries and had to cross the bridge twice. i listened to sleep token the entire way there and back (because what else would i put on) and it was a transcendental experience.

i don’t know if it’s the nerves over the bridge or vertigo or what, but walking on it today felt like i was untethered. unmoored, like i could jump just a little and float away. it was fascinating and kind of nice.

it was also just really good for my mind. i’ve been in a bit of a slump, and definitely not fixed right now, but that walk helped. walking is how i’ve always cleared my head, but sleep token is an excellent tool to add. i don’t know what it is about their music but it drowns everything out. i cannot think about anything, i simply exist in the music and that’s all that there is. i’ve never had such a quiet mind before and will be eternally grateful for finding a band that hushes and soothes everything. even if they make me cry

(edit to add the photos of the view from the bridge i forgot to share)

(a second edit to say that those photos were taken about an hour apart. love calling the land of living skies home. if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes!)

[pinaple]

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I understand now. Except I wish to be the her. Chomp chomp motherfucker.

[itsbackwoodsbby]

His Favorite

Trevante Rhodes x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Religion! Recreational Drinking! Smut! Protected Sex! Stripper!

Summary: Trevante's favorite stripper is out of work for a while and has no one as a replacement. You decide that you want to be his favorite. Not just for the night. His forever replacement.

Sunday, he’s always in the church. In the front row, he is watching his dad preach about how wonderful God is. But even saints need to let loose and be wild. On the weekdays and Saturdays, you can catch him at Pink Paradise, the best strip club in the city. He comes in and gives a few dancers money, and once he gets hungry, he’ll go to the bar and order something. When his army friends come with him, he orders hot lemon pepper wings and Hennesy. He orders a small appetizer and a soft drink when he's by himself. Depending on whether his favorite chef is in the kitchen, which is a rare occasion, he’ll order shrimp and fries with lemon on the side.

Then he’ll come to find his favorite dancer to get a lap dance from. She’ll take him to the back and give him the dance of his life. When he pays extra, she opens her throat for him. It’s not the best, but what is a recently honorable discharged army man with no wife supposed to do?

It’s Sunday, you sit down in the church, running a tad bit late. You had a late shift last night, but you’ll be damned if you missed church. You see him in the front as usual as you listen to the pastor talk about how God will make a way out of no way. Then, it shifts to him congratulating and thanking his son for his time in the service. He then calls him up to stand next to him.

“Trevante, son. I love you. I’m so proud of your accomplishments in the service. God has blessed you and worked on you. Because you know you used to be a handful. Boy, you used to give me hell.” Pastor Rhodes says. Everyone laughs at that comment. “But you grew up an amazing strong-minded, young man. You know how to stir away from temptations because the army gave you a new mindset.”

The statement makes you giggle. Stir away? Please! It’s Praise Pussy Sunday tonight at Pink Paradise and you know you’ll see him tonight. And his favorite dancer is out with the flu, so you’re going to be his replacement tonight. Hopefully, you just be his new favorite forever. 

Around 9 pm, you get ready to go to work. You shower and put on something comfortable and easy to take off so you can put on your work outfit. You pack your work bag with two extra outfits, lotions, perfume, wipes, two mini bottles of Crown Royal, makeup, deodorant, and gum. You head to your pole room, grab your money bag, and empty out the cash from Saturday night. You quickly count it and you see you made $659 that night. 

You go to your car and you head to Pink Paradise. You look in the parking lot to see if you see Trevante’s car. You know he's here when you see that black 2023 Corvette with the top down. You walk inside the club. It’s packed as usual on Praise Pussy Sunday. You see the girls in outfits. Some of them dressed as nuns, priests, and other sexy holy things. You go to the locker room. As you maneuver through semi-naked women and bare-naked women, you can hear that Trevante is the talk of the room. You can hear the other girls murmur amongst themselves. “Yo, Kream is gone. And I saw Trevante in the crowd tonight. I love Kream, but I want Trevante to myself. You don’t say anything, you just get dressed. If you say anything about wanting Trevante, the girls will eat you up. You recently started stripping, so they call you a baby stripper. It’s best to stay silent, but you have to prove that you have more experience than an actual baby stripper. As you do your makeup, you take one of the bottles of Crown Royal to calm your nerves down. The club’s atmosphere usually is laidback, but you have to know what you’re doing. If you don’t, you’ll barely get anything and it’s very hard to come back after making a fool of yourself. One by one, the girls dance and you patiently wait until your turn. You have a special performance under your sleeve. 

You peek out the curtain to observe the room. It is sort of blurry from the haze of people smoking weed. You look around until you spot Trevante. He is talking to his friends in a booth, fucking up those hot lemon pepper wings. You keep that spot in your mind for your performance. As To My Bed by Chris Brown comes on, you feel the crowd's laughing and talking fade in the background as the lights dim. You walk out slowly and sway your hips to the melody. Everyone is focusing on your body, but your main focus is just to get his eyes on you and it is clear he is just as entranced by you. Your movements are slow and sensual, but you feel no shyness on stage. 

You are a natural at this. Your hips grind to the song, slowly making their way towards him, watching him react to each move. You reach the pole, tracing a circle around its base. The beat drops, and you take hold of the pole and begin to slide down it slowly. You swayed your hips in a slow circle, teasing the crowd but keeping the focus on Trevante. As you slide down the pole, you lean forward and let your body rest against it, teasing your body shape just enough to create the desired effect. The crowd yelled out their approval, but you couldn't keep your eyes off the one man in the booth. Everyone is throwing money and your other dancing peers are shocked that you have this talent in you.

After your dance, you go into the locker room and use your baby wipes to get the sweat. The girls are hyping you up as you’re changing into your second outfit for the night. After that, you walk around the club. Customers are giving you tips and complimenting you. You go to the bar to get a drink and you’re about to pay when Trevante stops you and says he will pay instead. He smiles at you and you see he is wearing his grillz. You almost faint as you look at the shine. You would honestly let him take you down right now in front of these people, but you have to have some decorum. You two sit at the bar.

“Can I get what the lady got?” He asks the bartender, who starts making the drink again. You take a baby sip of the drink. “Thank you for paying,” You smile at him. “You’re welcome. You were amazing.” He says to you biting his lips. “I ain’t never seen you before. You must have recently started working here.” He asks you. “Yeah. I started working here a few weeks ago.” You smile. “Thanks, I try when it comes to dancing.” You say, trying not to sound too cocky, but you are proud of yourself. “Say, do you know where Kream is?” He asks you with a curious look on his face. “Oh, she is going to be out for a few. But, I can always help with your Pink Paradise needs.” You smile at him. He smirks, “Oh, a newbie can help me? He laughs at your smile drops from your face when you hear the word, newbie. “I’m just playing. Show me what you got.” 

You take his hand and walk him to the back. As you’re walking back there, some of the bitter girls are mad. They try to stop you from giving him a dance. “Trevante, what about Kream? She wouldn't like that her replacement is a baby stripper.” They say to him, but he doesn’t care. 

When you get in the room, you lock the room. The lights in the room are a low-light purple and the floor has a white fur rug. He sits on the couch and looks at your body some more, loving your curves and that ass behind you. You walk to him and start giving him a lap dance. Sitting on his lap, grinding your hips, teasing him as if you are about to kiss him, and kissing his neck. You stand up and get behind him. You rub up and down his chest. You see he is getting stiff in his pants. You smile and look at him.

“I can’t be doing bad for a newbie.” You smirk at him, as you get back on top of him and rock your hips on him. “Not at all.” He grunts lowly and starts feeling your body. “Do you do more?” He asks you. You eye him as you continue dancing, “As in?” He smiles, “Do you give head? Sex?” You smile at him, “Yeah, but it’s extra.”

Trevante didn’t care. Honestly, he needed something new. Kream is okay, but he needs better. And you are probably letting him fuck you. It is a win-win for him to have a new favorite. 

He pulls his boxers and jeans down and his semi-hard dick is staring at you. You get on your knees and waste no time and take his whole dick in your mouth. You start bobbing your head down his dick and you feel his hand travel to your head. He guides your head down his shaft. You look up and see his mouth is hanging open, licking his grillz. You then begin to feel his grip on your hair tightly and start getting rough hitting the back of your throat. You gag a bit, but you take it like a champ. You come down and start sucking on his balls as you stroke his shaft. 

“Shit, you damn sure can suck dick better Kream, that’s for sure.” He mumbles under his breath, biting his lips as you come back up and resume sucking his dick.”Yeah, suck this dick.” He throws his head back on the couch and places his hand back on your head. He pushes your head down further as he begins to twitch in your mouth. This tempts you to suck him faster. He closes his eyes and he nuts in your mouth. You swallow it and your mouth slowly comes off his dick. 

“Damn.” He tries to catch his breath. You giggle at him. “Did I do okay?” He looks at you, “You did better than okay. Damn.” He repeats making you laugh. “You know, you can always do more.” You smile at him. He looks at you, “You playing?” You shake your head at him, “No, I’m not playing.” You give him a slow strip tease and he looks at your bare naked body. He pulls you to him and smacks your ass. “Damn, your body is so perfect, baby girl.” You smile at the compliment, “Thank you.” He hovers over you, and you look at him, “So where do you want me?” You ask him. “On the floor.”

You lay on the floor and the next thing you know your legs are in the air and he’s eating you out with his grillz on. You feel yourself sinking into the floor, gripping his head. His tongue swirls around with your  clit. He pulls your legs on his shoulders and shakes his head in between. “Trevante, fuck.” You moan out and start caressing your breast.

 Your legs stay on his shoulders, but you feel something teasing your clit. It slides up and down and once it’s at your entrance, he pushes all of his dick inside you. You grip onto the floor as he stretches your pussy out. He is generous enough to let you adjust to his big size. Once you are comfortable, he starts deep stroking inside you. Even though you don't necessarily have to be quiet because of the loud music, you still try not to be loud. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. Mistake. This makes him fuck you even more while looking deep in your eyes. He folds your legs up to your ears and goes deeper inside you, making his curve tease your spot. 

“Deeper! Deeper!” You cry out. He smiles and begins hitting your spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You couldn’t believe that the preacher’s son is fucking you like this. “Aye, mamas, look at it.” He groans out. You bite your lips as you watch his dick go in and out of you. Then he starts pounding and gripping your neck. Your eyes close as your body gets tingling from being close to your climax. 

“Mm, is my new favorite going to cum for me?” He teases you but confirms you’re his new favorite at Pink Paradise. You nod your head yes. He pops your thigh, causing you to gasp and exhale your moan out slowly, “Yes, yes. I’m going to cum for you. Shit.” You cuss under your breath. 

He holds your stomach down and goes deeper. You squeal as you cum on his dick. He keeps going until eventually he slows down and cums. You whine as he pulls out. He falls back on the floor as well. You two lay and stare at the ceiling as his phone goes off multiple times and one of the other girls is banging to get in the room. You sigh and giggle. 

“That was so amazing.” You admit to him. He smiles. “Yeah, it was.” You two catch your breath and he looks at his phone and laughs. You look at him, “What’s funny?” You ask, being curious. He shows you his phone. His homeboys are blowing him up. 

“Yooo, T? Where you at nigga?” 

“Trevante, if your ass is not out here in 3 seconds, you paying this bill.”

“Man, nigga is you getting some pussy? Ain’t no way you still in the back room now.”

You laugh, “Well, we should probably hurry up and get you back to your friends.” He nods as he takes the condom off and the two of you get dressed. He looks at you and bites his lip. “Say, can I get your number? This normally ain’t like me. But … it’s something about you.” You smile and look down, “Yeah, you can.”You put your number in his phone and in return, he pays you for your services. He gives you close to $1,000. You smile and thank him for the money. 

You are pretty exhausted from fucking, so you decide to go home. You go to the locker room and receive a few dirty looks, because you got Trevante all to yourself. The rest of the girls are hyping you up. You smile and thank them. You get dressed, head back to your house, and instantly run in the shower to wash the sex off your body. Afterward, you lotion up, put your pajamas on, and begin counting up your money tonight. You made $1256. You finally made four-digit money. You smile and go to your bed and lie on your silk sheets. Your phone dings. It’s an unknown number. You look at the message. 

“Hope you sleep well tonight. Definitely my new favorite lol.”

With another solid confirmation like that, you smile and sleep like a baby.

[scrumptiouskoalahottub]

🔞on the down low | George Clarke

[You and George have been secretly hooking up and developing a liking for eachother, however nobody in the friendship group knew you were kind of dating in secret, until you all go on a night out and a flirtatious girl makes your jealous reach new limits, revealing your secrets]

You, George, Chris, Arthur hill all head to the bar, you'd planned this for a few weeks to work around all your schedules. You wore a skimpy red dress which hugged your body perfectly catching the eyes of a deprived George. As the boys enter in before you, George hangs back so he's behind you on entrance, "you look amazing" he whispers into your ear, you glance over your shoulder and look at him with a smile "softie" you say making your way inside.

You walk to the bar to order your drink, "a double lemon gin and lemonade please" you ask the bartender as you flick your hair over your shoulder, you all then make your way to the bar downstairs with a pool table as you were only expecting a quiet get together. You place your gin on the table as you rack up the balls to play a game of "killer", the game was to each take a shot, starting with 3 lives if you didn't pot a ball, you'd lose a life and so on. You take it in turns as you take the first shot, potting two balls on break you snigger to yourself "beat that" you say handing the cue to Chris, "you sure you're okay without a step stool mate?" George asks Chris, receiving a middle finger from him in response. You play a few games for around 1 hour, other people make their way down the stairs, a group of girls followed by a few boys. "Does anyone want a drink?" You ask, pointing to your empty glass, "yeah that'd be great, if you get this round I'll get the next" Arthur hill says, joining you to help you carry the drinks for you all. You both queue for a little while as you clutch 2 drinks each making your way down.

You get to the bottom of the stairs and see a girl basically perched on George's lap, your cheeks turn fiery as your body burns, trying to disguise the jealousy burning inside. You place his pint on the table "here George, your pint" you say sliding it over to him, the girl turns around "who's this?" The girl says, "oh me? Nobody" you say smiling, walking away and hoping the other boys whilst George continues to talk to the girl. Her face inches from him, her hand snaking her way onto his thigh. Your body burning so bad in anger, you decide to down your drink and head for another, ease your mind. "Y/n it's my-" Arthur tries to say but you shrug it off and make your way back to the bar. You order yourself 2 Guinness' this time, on attempts to uno reverse the jealousy onto George, asking Arthur to partake in a "split the g" game with you. You walk down once again "hey Arthur, fancy splitting my G?" You say with a smirk on your face, George still indulged in the girl, but his facial expression drops at your words. You glance over to see the girl basically undressing George with her eyes, "I would never pass that down" he says laughing, you both chug the Guinness seeing who could do it, you both place the glasses on the table to find out your surprise you'd both done it together. You cheer, seeing Arthur had a small Guinness taché, you decide to test the waters wiping it off his face with your thumb, you feel George's eyes burning into you.

"Oh thanks" Arthur says, "no problem, that was really fun!" You say to Arthur, "what the g splitting or whipping the foam off my face" he laughs, a look of menace washes over you "both" you say. The boys all look at you in shock, Chris laughs "get a room then!" He says patting Arthur on the back. You get up and go to stand outside for a bit of fresh air, your face still warm. You preached yourself on the railings outside as George not long follows after "care to explain what the fuck that was?" He asks you then to face him "who me? Or the girl basically dry humping your leg?" You retort "I was only talking to her, you were basically gagging for Arthur just then" he spits, "what if I was? Who's gonna stop me? We're a secret after all, not official" you brush past him on your way inside he grips yoir arm and pulls you back. "Two can play at that game" he challenges, a fire rushes over you George knowing it would send you over the top. He goes back into the bar and asks the girl for her number, she hands him her phone as he puts his number in, she calls it to confirm it's him, it is. "If I weren't with my friends, I'd of gone home with your right now" he says to her, making it loud enough for you all to hear.

"Cheers mate, get yourself off if we're that much of a burden" you bellow over to him, your face stone cold in expression. The girl looks at you with daggers "maybe he will, what's it to you?" She retorts, the boys look at you, George's face turns white at the thought of the chaos about to erupt, but excited for how pent up it makes you, your sexual connections are always better when you're both angry, it's a known fact. "Nothing sweetheart, if he really wanted to, he would have gone by now don't fool yourself thinking he's gonna call" you say coldly, crossing your leg. "Y/n just leave it" Arthur says hovering his hand over you in attempts to calm you down. The girl scoffs as she walks over to you "wanna take this outside?" She says arms crossed, you decide to retract, holding out your hand to look at your nails "see I would, but id rather not scuff my fresh set on a rugged face like yours" you say, lifting up from your seat. "Right that's enough now, y/n stop being insane" George says, grabbing the girl by the shoulder. Your eyes turn red you've had enough of the games now "funny you say that George, I swear you've told me I'm insane before but in different context" his eyes widen at your response and scrunches his nose on a bid for you to shush "oh yeah that's it, when you were 8 inches deep inside of me the other week, I was a different kind of insane then yeah?" You say, slamming your glass to the table as you storm off, barging past them both.

No response from anyone in utter shock from what you've just revealed as you storm out the club. You make your way up the street, face still burning from the tension "y/n!" A faint voice shouted, you turn round and it's Arthur "I'm fine Arthur I'm going home, tell Chris I said see ya" you carrying on walk off. You get round the corner from your flat and your phone rings.

"Geo🤎" is calling

You double tap the lock button and end the call, although you're mad you're craving the thought of taking the anger out with him. A ball of fire waiting to erupt, you unlock your door and throw your keys at the wall, kicking your heels off and slamming your bag down. You grab a bottle of wine out the fridge and start to drink from the bottle. Your mind racing, wondering if he went with her or if he went home. Your phone buzz's.

Geo🤎:"Let me in, now."

A message reads, you don't move, taking another sip of your wine when a pounding noise echoes on your door. You huff, storming over to the door to reveal George "I don't want you here, go find that girl" you say attempting to close the door in his face until he barges it in, making his way into your flat. He close the door as you step back, without hesitation he cups your face and locks your lips together; you a make no attempt to rebel him and it becomes fiery the roughness taking over as George kicks his shoes off, you start to unbuckle his jeans as you stay locked together by your lips. You pull apart and look at eachother for a minute "you being that jealous has drove me crazy, but I didn't mean to get your back up that bad" he says looking down at you with a smirk "if you don't want me acting like that then we need to stop this or put a label on it" you say. He nods but you forget about that for now, making your way over to your bedroom you push him onto your bed, straddling him to assert your dominance, you drug your nails into his chest enough to leave makes, trailing your way down to his boxers. "I want you to ruin me" he says, breath hitching, he slips his boxers down from underneath you as you sit up slightly.

He slides your thong to the side, the tip of his fingers brushing against your entrance, revealing how wet you already were "fuck your really do get aroused when angry" he says looking at you, with that you slowly slide him into you as you start riding him, his length becoming larger inside you each time sending shockwaves to his body, his hands gripping your waist tight digging his nails into the slightly, you make figure 8 motions which you know drives him insane his head jolts back as you don't let him come up for air, his toes curl signalling he's close. He decides to resist the urge and pushes you off him, pinning you down as he hovers over the top of you "for the record, I like this context of insane" he smirks, wasting no time as he abruptly throws into you sending your head backwards "fuck" you gasp gripping the sheets, his hand locks around your neck like a veiny necklace pushing a hard grip on your soft spots restricting your air ever so slightly, you bite your lip in satisfaction as he trails his thumb down to your entrance making the same figure 8 motions you did whilst still thrusting into you. You mind goes into overdrive as your legs start to quiver, the anger seeping out of you "you look so good underneath me" he says in a husky tone picking up the paste making you a little sore, his hand still gripped round your throat, you feel your climax approaching as you start to tighten around him "cum for me pretty girl" he says with a grin plastered on his face, his pet names for you send you insane. "Oh fuck George!" You exclaim as you reach your climax, you start panting as George pulls out. You legs weak as he looks at you "on your knees" he says with a devilish tone, you do as he says and place your self on your knees on the floor as he pumps himself into his hand, you stick your tongue out waiting for George to hit his climax "fuck" he grunts as he releases in your mouth, some going rouge and ending up on yoir cheeks. His head jolts back as he lets out a loud sigh of relief. You swallow as you wipe the rest off with your thumb. Sitting up from your knees you feel your neck throb as you walk into the bathroom to reveal the bright red marks and purple spots developing on them, you laugh as you go back into the bedroom to see George under your bedsheets awaiting you, patting the bed you slid into the quilt and lay on his chest.

"You're right, we should go official" he says pushing a strand behind your ear, still panting. You look up at him "really?" You say "yeah I think everyone already knows anyway, Chris and Arthur said something before I came to see you" he laughs, you giggle as you both slowly drop to sleep together.

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🫶🏻 (sorry for the brutality of this one I got too deep into it)

[bumblebeehug]

had a dream where Natsu and Lucy would banter about the use of powdered onion vs fresh onion in food. Lucy swears the powdered stuff tastes artificial and disgusting while Natsu preaches that it’s heaven sent and makes life easier. same with lemon pepper — Lucy refuses to buy it, claiming that normal pepper and lemon juice does the same job. Natsu promises that the sensation is different.

[unrecognized-talent]

When life gives you lemons, make an AU with your childhood crackship and their fanchild!

Got this AU design from a friend on Toyhouse, and so I now present: The Cult of Ciphertology AU! Takes place in the Cult of the Lamb world! Now as for the lore so far...

The Beast With Just One Eye: A Bishop that played by his own rules, and had his heyday back when The One Who Waits was still part of The Old Faith. In fact, he was an enemy to the Old Faith, as he wanted to upheave order as a whole. But he had seemingly been defeated by the (at the time) four bishops of the Old Faith, and his imprisonment was left in the hands of an unrelated, but trustworthy god. While he might appear in the physical realm to some extent, that's only due to the assistance of his previous cult leader, and his current one as well-he is NOT fully physical yet, he's still trapped in this other realm. What you see is a sort of ghost that can occasionally affect the world.

Shifty: He and Lifty had once been simple raccoons looking to scam any religious zealots into letting them live to see the next morning. Homeless thieves with nothing to their name, nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Perhaps that's why Bill took interest in them. It's with his help that the twins were actually able to have a place to call home, and it's with their help that he's slowly begun to slip out of his containment. And somewhere along the line, the two grew closer, fell in love, and even had a child. Which brings us to...

Amy: The daughter born from the sinful love between god and mortal. The moment she hatched from her egg is the moment they knew the true meaning of joy. As she grew up, she saw her mortal father preach to their cult, and came to the conclusion she wanted to follow in his footsteps. With much begging and pleading, she managed to convince both of her fathers that she could be a 'grown up' like them, and to let her run the cult of Ciphertology. And though she seems to control most of the cult... she doesn't QUITE do it alone. They'd be awful parents if they just tossed her to the wolves and risked her death after all. Within the cult, Shifty handles the more violent dissenters, so they don't potentially hurt her. And on crusades, Bill managed to convince her to 'take some of his power' to help her. Protecting her in the form of her new crown, while she believes she's doing it all on her own.

More will probably be written later, but for now, here's where we're at! :D

[babygirltangerine]

god man it always makes me emotional how tangerine is so much more invested in lemon's health and safety than his own... tangerine actually researches the missions, he tells lemon to shoot first and come up with answers later, he tells lemon to wear the bulletproof vest, and he doesn't follow his own advice. the way he preaches carefulness For Lemon while he charges into battle doesn't wear the vest doesn't shoot first because he's equal parts unconcerned for his own safety and in denial about where his limitations lie. he takes off his medallion and saves lemon's life, sacrificing his own. i'm crazy

[padawan-historian]

Jesus was not born in Israel. Jesus was born in a little town called Bethlehem where some of the first Christians were indigenous people who lived alongside their Muslim and Jewish neighbors. Jesus grew up in community spaces where olives, lemons, and strawberries grew in groves. Jesus preached and practiced radical on lands where generations of indigenous peoples across colors and cultures stewarded the land and served their communities in the face of empires, crusades, religious imperialism, and the rising tides fascism.

"If Christ were born today, he would be born under the rubble. I invote you to see the image of Jesus in every child killed and pulled from the rubble." ~ Reverend Munther Isaac in Bethlehem (December 2023)

Being Pro-Israel means supporting an Occupying State whose fascist politics and colonial impulses have facilitated the murder of over 20,000 people --- and 8,000 children --- in less than three months .

Beyond prayers and ceasefires, our solidarities must include reciprocity, reclamation, and justice for the indigenous Christian, Muslim, Jewish, queer, unhoused, (dis)abled, and (dis)placed people of Palestine. We must manifest one democratic state that frees people across colors and cultures from zionist-soaked colonialism and ethno-supremacist violence.

Let Gaza free you as heaven, nature, and whole world sing for joy and justice ✨️🌍🌿

🎨 "Christ in the Rubble" by Kelly Latimore (2023)

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And now for the daily mantra

I will not write a Hamilton fanfic that I know will read like a crack fic despite being written in complete seriousness. I will not write a Hamilton fanfic that I know will read like a crack fic despite being written in complete seriousness. I will not write a Hamilton fanfic that I know will read like a crack fic despite being written in complete seriousness. I will not write a Hamilton fanfic that I know will read like a crack fic despite being written in complete seriousness.

[k-n0-x]

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A/N: Hello lovely ones! Writers block finally stopped choking me and I’m back into writing! Since I left you all in suspense for a little bit a month I thought that maybe I should give you guys a lil insight for the next Chapter, and I feel so evil for doing this, but I promise the Chapter 5 will come out soon!

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“Wha- What the fuck man? You can't do that-Right Sera, she just can't-”

Sera’s face looks like she sucked on a sour lemon. 

“No, she can… When do you want to hold the meeting?” She turns to you. 

“Perhaps the day after the next? So that we'll have time to prepare,”

“.... Very well. Emily, let's go,”

The Seraphims leave your house, just leaving you and Adam. 

“Why the fuck does this matter to you so much bitch?” Adam points an accusing finger at you, which you slap away.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I want to uphold true Heavenly values? You of all people should know that,” You hiss back. 

“Uh, no. Sinners can't be redeemed, now stop preaching all this dumb bullshit, and get ready, because you're going down, bitch,” 

You bite your tongue, because God forbid you send him into a frenzy. 

“Well, I'm going to bed bitch, God, I am so handsome, and cool and amazing,” Adam sashays to the bedroom, irritating you so. 

You look at the couch in the living room. 

You are not planning on sleeping on the same bed as Adam tonight. 

Or the next, for that matter.

You flop on the couch like a tired dog, and doze off. 

꧁🥀☽💫✶♛🐣♕✶💫☾🥀꧂

[istumpysk]

We always question that when Jon fell in love with Dany in show. I have another confusion since when Tyrion fell in love with Dany. And if he was so in love with Dany why he was suggesting to Sansa that they should remain married.

Beats me!

His relationship with Daenerys on the show never felt authentic to me, and like you said, it often contradicted the dynamics between him and Sansa.

This is the problem you create when you allocate parts of Sansa's storyline (the Jon romance, and the Tyrion love triangle) to Daenerys, while also needing to acknowledge the established history between Sansa and Tyrion.

That half-baked, last-minute insertion was complete nonsense. I'll eat rocks the day George turns his beloved Tyrion into an obedient lapdog, who is in love with his unhinged master. That would just make him another Jorah or Barristan, and what's the point of that? It would be redundant, and his perspective wouldn't bring anything new to the table.

Tyrion is the guy who mocked the idea of a savior.

Other slaves insisted that the guards were lying, that Daenerys Targaryen would never make peace with slavers. Mhysa, they called her. Someone told him that meant Mother. Soon the silver queen would come forth from her city, smash the Yunkai'i, and break their chains, they whispered to one another. And then she'll bake us all a lemon pie and kiss our widdle wounds and make them better, the dwarf thought. He had no faith in royal rescues. - Tyrion X, ADWD

Tyrion is the guy who became deeply concerned when he heard a red priest preaching her gospel.

Shouts erupted from the crowd. Women were weeping and men were shaking their fists. I have a bad feeling about this. […] Haldon Halfmaester had spoken of using the red priest to Young Griff's advantage, Tyrion recalled. Now that he had seen and heard the man himself, that struck him as a very bad idea. He hoped that Griff had better sense. Some allies are more dangerous than enemies. - Tyrion VII, ADWD

Tyrion is the guy who can recognize the psychology, fear, conditioning, and absence of alternative options that lead to a slave wanting to remain in bondage.

"Ghazdor's collar," the old man boasted. "Known him since we was born. I'm almost like a brother to him. Slaves like you, sweepings out of Astapor and Yunkai, you whine about being free, but I wouldn't give the dragon queen my collar if she offered to suck my cock for it. Man has the right master, that's better." Tyrion did not dispute him. The most insidious thing about bondage was how easy it was to grow accustomed to it. - Tyrion XI, ADWD

Tyrion is the guy with firsthand experience of slave owners infantilizing their slaves, to reinforce paternalistic authority and reliance.

"Bold Yollo. Bright Penny. You are the property of the noble and valorous Yezzan zo Qaggaz, scholar and warrior, revered amongst the Wise Masters of Yunkai. Count yourselves fortunate, for Yezzan is a kindly and benevolent master. Think of him as you would your father." […] "Your father loves his special treasures best of all, and he will cherish you," the overseer was saying. "And me, think of me as you would the nurse who cared for you when you were small. Nurse is what all my children call me." - Tyrion X, ADWD

x

"Let them come. In me they shall find a sterner foe than Cleon. I would sooner perish fighting than return my children to bondage." - Daenerys IV, ADWD

Despite my low opinion of him, I don't believe he's capable of being swept up by Daenerys.

Daenerys isn't his type, Sansa is. Tysha is. Shae is. Sex workers are. Penny would be, if he was sexually attracted to her. He seeks relationships where he can exert control, foster dependency, and provide protection and care.

Daenerys is too much like his sister.

[underworld-park-offical]

TOLKIEN: God what's your problem now

TOLKIEN: So what if he has only twenty followers?

TOLKIEN: It is not  that deep

CRAIG: Omg not you assuming that this is about his follower account

CRAIG: It is LITERALLY not about that

TOLKIEN: Then what is it about?

CRAIG: He was in like

CRAIG: All of my classes

CRAIG: It's giving stalker

TOLKIEN: So what?

TOLKIEN: That's how scheduling works

TOLKIEN: Maybe this is fate like

TOLKIEN: Saying this guy is supposed to be friends with you?

TOLKIEN: I don't know!

CRAIG: Omggggg it's giving fortune teller, slayyyyy

CRAIG: But maybe ur right

CRAIG: Tho idk

CRAIG: He just gives me off vibes

CRAIG: Like Dahmer or something.

TOLKIEN: Are you implying he might be a demon?

CRAIG: Yeah, what else would I be implying?

CRAIG: That I'm trying to rizz him up??

CRAIG: Ew

CRAIG: I'm dead

CRAIG: I am

CRAIG: Deceased

TOLKIEN: I fucking hate you

CRAIG: I love you too bbg

CLYDE: Back off!!

CLYDE: MY KITTEN!!

CLYDE: Ggrr… >:(

TOLKIEN: Clyde, this isn’t discord-

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: ….Oh

CLYDE: (HISS)

CRAIG: OMG EW

CRAIG: Get away from me with your discord moderating ass!!!

CLYDE: (Growls)

CRAIG: EWWWWWUHHHH

TOLKIEN: ( Keep going, hun, maybe he’ll finally leave )

CRAIG: That kid was like

CRAIG: Weird as fuck

CRAIG: He probably smells or somethi-

CRAIG: (fake ass voice) Ohmigod Heyyyyyyy!

TWEEK: I heard you talking shit about me

TWEEK: Not cool, dude

TWEEK: I just got here and you already want drama

TWEEK: And you know what?

TWEEK: You’re the biggest fucking asshole I've ever met

TWEEK: You literally talk shit about people who give you a bad feeling because deep down YOU know you're insecure

TWEEK: You’re probably lying about the millions and millions of viewers you have you little shit

TWEEK: They're probably either bots or desperate sticky iPad kids who have too much fucking free time

TWEEK: You DESERVE all the hate you're getting right now

TWEEK: You dont know when to stop and leave someone alone.

TWEEK: One of my best friends is LOCKED in his ROOM because of your two tone google chrome metro phone yeezy breezy lemon squeezy supreme krispy creme looking ass!

TWEEK: You are a SHITTY person and let's not lie here

TWEEK: Your content SUCKS

TWEEK: It's so basic and “trendy” it makes you look bad

TWEEK: It makes you look worse, in fact

TWEEK: Oh and your Grimace Shake video? FLOP. 

TWEEK: You can't even fucking DANCE

TWEEK: Getting those piercings to LOOK like an edgy emo but really, it makes you look like you have a stupid reverse smiley face or a goddamn death wish

TWEEK: GOD you're just- RRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!

CRAIG: ….

TWEEK: I've never met anyone as INSUFFERABLE and DOUCHEY as YOU ARE

TWEEK: Everytime I'm near you I just want to SHAKE AND STRANGLE YOU

TOLKIEN: Oh my god

TOLKIEN: You're saying everything that I'm thinking right now

CLYDE: PREACH PREACH PREACH

TWEEK: GRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

TWEEK: ( angry feet stomping )

CRAIG: This bitch crazy

CRAIG: Like the video if you agree

TWEEK: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???

CLYDE: …Hey

CLYDE: Hey uh

CLYDE: Do you wanna like

CLYDE: Do you

CLYDE: Do you wanna like

CLYDE: Sit

CLYDE: Here???

CLYDE: Maybe???

TOLKIEN: Yeah, you seem cool

TWEEK: Uhh…. sure???? 

TWEEK: As long as I don't have to sit next to this supreme covered, blue balled, narcissistic prick

(EDITS AND GRIMACE SHAKE VIDEO DRAWING MADE BY @pissblanket <333 )

[saint-viscera]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐌𝐬. 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

Trigger Warnings for descriptions of domestic violence, kidnapping, mentions of forced drug use and physical abuse.. This is a horror story, reader discretion advised.

….

Pastor Declan Kilgore’s eldest is on the back of a milk carton.

She’s been gone since Jimmy Blackwood was released from prison. Months, before he’d been dragged away from their homecoming dance in handcuffs, his gun got snatched up. His daddy was the sheriff, so it was known he’d be out within a week. No one believed he was gonna get her again, when he got out.

The slaughterhouse took him back, as did the rest of her community—but not Amma. The incident wasn’t just an incident, and his gun hadn’t been planted on him, despite what his daddy said in a spitting rage when she had to be questioned under blinding lights. Amma’s father didn’t love her hard enough to argue otherwise. She didn’t love him enough to expect better.

Father Declan believed in sharing the good word about the mercy sinners have yet to receive, but he did not believe his defiant daughter was one of them.

He blamed himself for not whooping her hard enough as a young ’un. As a child, she had giggled in the middle of sermons and would have to be sent away from the tent he preached under. By the age of thirteen. She got better at talking back and sneaking out to her best friend’s apartment. Whose elder sister worked at a nightclub and was courting a delinquent too. Amma was a apostate who joined the company of her fellow apostates. Father Declan had failed her.

He was a kind, faithful man and had not shown her the kindness of holding one’s tongue.

When she heard about Jimmy’s release, she didn’t cry or shed a tear—not even when her father offered to rehabilitate him himself. When Jimmy showed up at her apartment asking her parents if she was home, he was dressed in a suit.

Father Declan and Ma didn’t like the boy, but here he was, begging for forgiveness like a man reborn. The idea he could cause harm now was oblivious to them. They were blinded by their own disbelief and disdain.

Ma opened her bedroom door to see two beds—her younger daughter asleep in one, and the other empty. The window was open, exposing the fire escape.

Amma had seen her way out and taken it. She wasn’t an idiot to know he’d go back to hitting her , whether they were dating or not . Amma would have to shoot him if he tried to raise his hand at her again. No wuss way about it. She would’ve had to, if she stayed.

Upon finding her empty bed . Amma was swiftly reported missing. It was a funny thought to her peers believe she’d been kidnapped by a handsome masked gentleman who’d take her to Hollywood to get cracked out in a limosuine or get hitched and famous like Dolly fricking Parton. But, no on April 24th, 1991. Amma went missing on her own accord.

A missing child of eighteen made mothers hold on to their daughter’s necks a bit tighter. These belles were frightened their children would show up on billboards, immortalized in pictures as angels taken too soon. No one cared about her though. It was better her than another girl that didn't cuss her head off so much.

Now, if you walk down the dairy aisle at the Whole Foods in her town, her face is plastered on the backs of a few cartons. Her old classmates down them like lemon shots, complaining of the sour taste left behind. The cartons, were yellowed underneath with age by summertime . Drink them and you’d be having a piece of her too.

You can feel Amma , when you bite the tip of your thumb and see it’s blooming red. You can feel her when you skin your knee falling off your bike, in the tightening of the space between your eyes and the air above where you sit. Feel your diaphragm contract and know she’s there.

She’s a fever you cannot cure with ales. She’s the inescapable doom, prepared to damn this earth and everyone in it too. She has always been a devourer, of evil and good alike.

Now, as you’re reading this, you need to pray for her—and for yourself. Pray these words, with all the strength you can muster.

“Lord, have mercy on me.. Have mercy on us all.“

Because you cannot escape it

Do not be afraid if you feel it deeply in your bones.

The spirit is carnivorous and it takes.

[jinxificada]

Nahhh not the brother😭🙏 you gon' get me😭 my siblings are visiting for vacation an im their babysitter unfortunately (wow! Bec im the oldest!) so they converted me into a distorted skibidi fan or whatever but

YES PREACH ROCKSTAR JINX🔥🔥🔥⁉️🔥⁉️🔥⁉️🔥⁉️🔥 (she smashed too many guitars thats why silco bought her drums instead)

Also she has an ungodly amount of stickers (she also makes her own and sticks it EVERYWHERE, its a trail)

Also what typa fruit do u think she likes, maybe something very sweet or very sour like lemon or grapes? OR DRAGONFRUIT. She def eats the, based on color bec thats what i do (im a big silly jinx kinnie is it obvious)

lmaoo im the oldest too ✊✊ but you CANT be a skibidi fan pls save yourself

ok who tf is out there eating lemons my girl jinx is not that freaky.. is she….

imma leave this on you sorry i’m a simple kiwi and apple girl, i don’t think i’ve ever tried dragonfruit 😭 im gonna say shes just a damn messy eater

[the-names-spoons]

Completely pointless and irrelevant things I noticed when I rewatched Bullet Train

- the truck that nearly hit Ladybug at the beginning was the same tangerine truck that Lemon hit Prince with at the end of the movie

- Corona beer product placement in El Saguaro’s shot ???

- there are 4 versions of “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles” in L&T scenes: the original, a punk rock version after talking about Mineishi and the White Death, a slow sad version when Tangerine thinks Lemon is dead, and a version sung on TV by sports players during the flashback to when they were kids

- Tangerine died believing his brother was dead

- everyone seems to agree that Prince is a narcissist (or something of the like), but Ladybug tells her to read “Surviving Borderline Personality Disorder” which is ????? Very different???? Idk it seems strangely in character for Ladybug considering all of his tonedeaf therapy preaching lol