#the culture i grew up in

[undeadorion]

Because I’ve seen some…questionable assumptions, it’s time for a lesson. So gather ‘round and let an ex Catholic educate you on church titles.

The one (most) people seem to get is the pope title. Popes take on a new name when they are appointed, and it’s numbered if someone had the name before. So I’m 90% sure people know Emeritus isn’t their last name. And before rising to the role of anti-pope, they would have had different names. At least I hope people understand that one. Like people weren’t calling him Terzo as a kid.

When speaking of or addressing a Cardinal with something that isn’t an honorific (Eminence or Lordship in Catholic terms), you either use their full name (Cardinal John Paul Smith) or just their LAST name (Cardinal Smith). Unless Tobias is throwing us a curveball on this one, which I highly doubt, Copia is his LAST name.

Imperitor means Commander. Sister Imperator is a twist on the Catholic Mother Superior. Mother Superior is the title given to the head of a religious community or institute. Which was Sister Imperator’s role without a doubt. Imperator was her title, not her name. Thus Frater Imperator is more or less the equivalent to Abbot. His name most definitely not Copia Imperator. His last name was Copia. Then his name was Emeritus IV. He could still use the name Emeritus or he could revert to Copia, based on the rare cases of a pope not dying in the Catholic tradition it’s his choice. But his TITLE is now Frater Imperator, just as his titles were Cardinal and Papa before.

Also, Papal names tend to be localized. So the former use of Zero instead of Nihil when he was first introduced still tracks as being the same name.

The whole ministry is a direct parody of mockery of the Catholic church. If you’re unsure about something just check out what the Catholics are doing then twist it.

[mandragorika]

pennsylvania miku but she’s a coal region creep ✌️👻

[ideksams]

sketching for pocky day!! wish i had more time... 🥹

also, trying to figure out a style for "quick" art is hard. this was literally my "concept" sketch, but i was so physically fatigued to lineart, help- i was FIGHTING the sleep LOL

[genderkoolaid]

european italians when italian americans have their own pronunciations & spellings because we are a linguistically isolated diaspora & most of our families spoke regional dialects instead of standard italian when they immigrated anyways:

[naturecalls111]

WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….

[frobby]

"rin is a catholic" is way funnier if u also believe shiro to be an atheist

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom! 

Okay so, I want us to imagine a world where Goose doesn't die, where the good luck that has followed Maverick his entire life is enough to save them both. 

Maverick, who has miraculously survived the craziest things over the years and continues to do so. He was soloing under a lucky star long before Ice became his guardian angel. 

Imagine they go through Ice’s jetwash the same as before and they go into a flat spin, Maverick is pinned down and can't get his hands free, Goose has to eject them, but his fingers are slipping, fumbling before he finally yanks down on the cords. The canopy gets sucked in too close to the body of the jet with the position they're in, it can't clear completely and Goose screams blindly because he knows he’s going to die. 

He knows he's going to collide with the canopy, but instead he feels like he's curled into a person. 

It’s too warm and all he sees is a flash of dark hair and scared green eyes in the chaos. Mav, what? He's horrified that Mav is somehow in his arms, did their chutes get tangled? He doesn't understand. But he fumbles his hand up, grabbing Mav’s tags just in time for the canopy to collide with Mav’s back. Goose screams until he’s suddenly in the water, he's lost time and there's something clutched in his hand. But Mav grabs him, drags him up on his chest. 

“We’re okay, Goose! We’re okay!”

And they are okay. 

They get out completely unscathed and it’s only when they're on deck, shivering like wet rats, that Goose finally opens his hand. It’s a pair of dog tags — kind of. They're old, and barnacles have grown on the metal and stuck both tags together. It doesn't make sense. 

Mav looks at him like he's lost his marbles when he mentions how their chutes tangled up. 

He feels like he's nuts. But when Goose shows the tags to Viper in the base hospital and tells him what happened, the hardened old man seems to crumple before his eyes. 

It’s only then that Goose notices a class ring, an USNA class ring dangling from that crusted chain. There’s no stone, but he would recognize it anywhere. Mav… Mav didn't go to the Academy. 

“Sir?” Goose asks. 

Viper just mutely shows him the tags, the barnacles peeled away to reveal a notch and the words: 

[punkitt-is-here]

I love your posts, and i love the stuff you make, but it does suck still seeing Homestuck stuff in this day and age from someone who otherwise seemed cool.

I don't know you, and I don't pretend to, but I'd still recommend you look more into it. It's not really media worth condoning, for your sake and for anyone else following you.

[softmangoes]

13 moons | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only | for @velvetburnt

i. the first time that the wraith senses you is when you step into the lake, shivering at the cold nipping at your skin. even meters deep in the rubble and the ruin, he can feel the familiar shape of your soul separated from him by rock and water and far too much time. he places a palm against the weathered stone, longing.

ii. when the veil that separates your world from his thins, the night bathed in red, he roams the streets searching for you. in life, the both of you were inseparable. in this undeath, there is a faint line tethering your souls together woven by the hands of fate and weathered by time. just before the dawn sun rises, he finds you sleeping in your bed. his mouth curls into a gentle smile, relieved. he trails a pale finger along your face before he departs.

iii. each visit, he grows stronger, more corporeal. perhaps his longing for you has only emboldened the horrible gifts that have been bestowed upon him. perhaps he has endured far too long without you in his arms. or perhaps he is hungry and he must feed.

iv. when he successfully lures you into his lair, pulling on the tether connecting you to him like a fisher with their line, he cannot help but hold you in awe. "finally," he breathes, voice sonorous as it reverberates throughout the ruined temple. "we are together again."

v. there is fear in your eyes, but fear is a fleeting thing - a temporary inconvenience in the face of so much time. love is eternal, enduring. do you understand, droplet? he would never hurt you, but he is so very hungry. his tentacles kiss your skin, their bruising suckers coaxing moans from your sweet mouth. oh, how he's missed the taste of you. he slips inside you. oh, how he's missed your warmth.

vi. to his surprise, you come for him next. "i know you're here," you say, skin dripping from the dive. your voice echoes throughout the rubble and while he can see you, the veil is too thick for him to manifest. "i know that it wasn't a dream." there is hunger in your eyes, an ache as fathomless as his. ah. so you've been thinking about him, then. the blood moon is soon. he cannot answer you now, but he will then.

vii. you do not struggle. at least, not against him. when you enter his domain, your eyes clear for a moment. "i know you," you say, beholding him. for a moment, he feels self conscious. he has changed so much since your souls last embraced. do you find him monstrous in his undeath, he wonders, with his many limbs and endless tendrils? do you find him horrible, with his teeth and tongue aching for you? will you shy away?

viii. you do not. instead, you wrap your arms around his cold neck and tangle your fingers in his pale hair. his many hands caress you gently while his lips lock with yours. he can taste your desire, your ache, your fear, your confusion and he eats them whole. the waves chew and all will make sense in time.

ix. the tentacle inside you thickens, making the walls echo with your whine as your pleasure crests. in life, he had only ever dreamed of touching you like this. in this undeath, he can listen to the siren song of your need for him forever. the wraith lifts your body high in the air, tentacles wet and writhing around you, so that he can bring his mouth between your thighs. his tongue is long and cold and it does not take much effort to make you shiver.

x. "i will take care of you, droplet." his voice is sweet, echoing like a long-lost song within the confines of your mind. when you kiss him, you taste the coolness of the lake's water lapping at your skin. "we will never part." the specter holds your hips in his large hands and sinks inside you. you gasp at the pressure, the stretch, but his other hands rub tenderly at your nipples and his mouth is so gentle against yours. you let the tide take you.

xi. "i have dreamed of this," he says. so have you, ever since the first night he took you. at first, you were frightened, terrified of your limbs moving on their own accord, but somehow, it all made sense when they brought you to him. somehow, deep down, you knew that you were where you meant to be. you rock against him, his mouth swallowing your moans as he fills you with the need you've been longing for your entire life.

xii. "who are you?" a pair of glowing blue eyes flick to yours. "i am who i have always been," he says, trailing his fingers along your skin. his touch is cool, like the waters of the lake, but not cold. you are both lying together on a bed of dried reeds and his many tentacles. you roll over to straddle his massive form. his gaze roams the expanse of your body and his eyes darken with a hadopelagic hunger. you brace your hand against his torso as you rub against his length. his tentacles wrap around you and his lips part in ecstasy, giving you your answer. "i am yours."

xiii. the night has ended far too soon. in his undeath, time is all he has ever had, but the next moon cannot come quickly enough. he sets you back in your bed and already he misses you. can you feel it, he wonders. can you feel his tendrils wrapping around the edges of your soul to claim you as his in the lifetimes to come? they taste the need within you. they taste the hearts that have softened yours. but alas, dear droplet, he has nothing but time. others may hold your affection, but there is no love as unrelenting, as inevitable, as the tide for its shore.

[bottombaron]

you know, i can handle a little bit of fun "Nandor is dumb" talk, but i have a net-zero tolerance for any implication that Nandor is not educated.

Nandor would have been incredibly educated in his lifetime.

even (or especially) as a soldier in the Islamic World. being a soldier was more like getting sent to boarding school that's also a military camp. they weren't just concerned with creating loyal fodder for war. they were building the next government officials, generals, accountants, advisors, etc. it was important that young men knew how to read, write, speak multiple languages, learn philosophy...sometimes even studying art and music was mandatory.

if he was nobility (and its most likely he was), take all that shit and multiply it exponentially. Nandor would have been reading Plato at the same age most people are still potty training. he would have been specifically groomed in such a way to not be just a brilliant strategist and warrior, but also diplomate and ambassador of literally the center of scientific and cultural excellence of the age.

so like yeah, he can be a big dummy sometimes, sure. but that bitch is probably more educated than any of us will ever be.

[cursedvida]

Fui a ver el tiktok original que acabas de subir y los comentarios de hispanohablantes no decepcionaron todos los shipean 😭 luego baje un poco más y empezaron a aparecer comentarios gringos (obvio no todos negativos), pero un problema real les pido, es ficción. Pero bueno, gracias por subir ese edit, estoy buscando por todos lados más contenido nomae jsjsks

Sisisisisi pero es que esto lo he visto en varios lados. En Youtube y Twitter también la comunidad de habla hispana está toda shippeándolos. No sé si será algo cultural que nos lo tomamos todo más a la ligera o qué pero yo también me he dado cuenta 😂😂

De todas formas también debo decir que cada vez encuentro menos hate o personas que aunque no shipeen si que vieron una química bastante clara en la peli. Anyways, cada vez somos más. Estoy esperando con ansias que la peli salga en plataformas para ver los videos y gifsets porque NECESITO

[sugarpucks]

I present my offering; Cigarette Mom Miku

She’ll let you buy candy with the change, if you go buy her a Diet Coke from the party store.

[worstloki]

Mu Qing ascending is objectively so funny considering Feng Xin and Xie Lian also do. Out of the people in your kingdom who accomplished immortality there’s this guy who used to be your servant but is now on equal rank to you and he‘s super rude now and also thinks you hate him because he remembers when you were 18 and lacked socioeconomic-interpersonal awareness

[yeoldenews]

A mother's word for word transcription of the imaginary phone call her four-year-old made to Santa Claus in 1911.

(source: The Harbor Beach Times, December 22, 1911.)

Through some outrageous case of serendipity I found a recording of another phone call this same child made 60 years later. Though I have to say his choice of conversational partner is a definite downgrade from the first call.

[twolovelyberries]

three clicks and i’m home (MAWS/i know the end)

[jack-o-rabbit]

Hatsune Miku from my culture <3