#vicar

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Danny(s)

[amymbona]

OMG PRIEST IN KNIVES OUT IS CERTAINLY GOOD, BUT VICAR MR. ELTON... 🧎🏻‍♀️🙏 I need to confess all my sins to him and beg for forgiveness, please, and what would it be without his silly smile 😃

MR. ELTON MY BELOVED 🛐🛐🛐🛐

The sheer obscenity of the whole situation, how basically nothing is allowed in the late 18th century, everyone is to be behaving properly and poor you are having all these thoughts. And, what makes it absolutely terrible, all these explicit ideas circle around the young, face-made-in-heaven vicar, the servant of God who's adapted by the whole town. You adore him as well, so deeply that when you pray each evening, you wish he was in your room and stroked your hair as you struggle to fall asleep.

Each Sunday, you sit in the front row of the picturesque little church, eagerly nodding and listening to the each word of the sermon. When he offers the annual time for confession, you linger behind, allowing everyone else to confess to their sins instead.

"Dear child," the way he adresses you has you weak in the knees - thank god you're kneeling right now - and you're really having issues staying calm at the moment. "What seems to be troubling you?"

You join your hands by your chest, bowing your head down to gaze at his feet, heart beating as you suddenly feel so small under the intensity of his warm gaze. "Forgive me for I have sinned, father."

Now calling him that feels incredibly odd to you, considering there is not that huge of an age gap between the two of you, plus the intensity of your mind consuming dreams is like a heavy weight on your back.

"How have you sinned, my child?"

The most vulgar of words are running through your mind, some of them made up as you've never been to speak in the lower class way, but at the moment, you seem unable to come up with a properly former sentence. You feel the pit of hell burning beneath your knees, the eyes of christ drilling a hole into the back of your head. This isn't anything close to the casuality of accidentally showing an ankle or refering to someone with the wrong title.

"I've been having thoughts, father. Odious, ill and mind consuming."

"What exact kind of thoughts?" Mr. Elton asks, the softness of his voice like a caress to your cheek. How are you supposed to say it?

You gulp, fingers still intertwined, nails digging into the soft flesh of your own hands. "Thoughts that are not appropriate for an unwed woman. That should never occur."

Mr. Elton has rarely been exposed to certain vulgar images of female mind, not many women having visited him to confess to such a matter. And for that reason, he is supposed to find it troubling, to find it so obscure that he shouldn't even allow you to speak on such a matter. But something in his mind that has been touched by the finger of a devil, the not so God devoted part that's secretly longing for the basic male need is tempted to converse on such a matter.

However, you are a good christian girl, your father is the mayor of Highbury and he'd be damned for allowing your mind to get swallowed by something so sinful. He has to offer help, the same way he does to all your neighbours and all the people that come to seek his guidance.

"Tell me what exactly is on your mind, child," he demands softly, his voice as steady as his stance.

You gulp, eyes closing in shame as your heartbeat speeds up. This is way worse than if you were to confess to a murder, but once you've taken a bite, you have to eat the whole cake. So you speak. And for the sake of you both, choose to leave out the name of the main star of your fantasies.

"I've been... Imagining- vividly imagining the sight of a bare body, a man's body. And mine as well. Together, close," your voice is so quiet and full of shame that at first, Mr. Elton can barely hear you. With a small hum, he beckons you to continue. "And touching as well, places that shouldn't be touched. Kissing and performing other acts. I have never engager in anything of this kind, father, I don't know where the thoughts are coming from."

He can see you trembling at his feet and the urge to reach in and wipe the small tear that's rolling down your cheek takes over him. His hand shoots out and Mr. Elton manage to stop himself barely in time, the tips of his fingers running over your hairline. You flinch and he almost gasps too, luckily managing to disguise it as drawing a cross on your forehead. "Poor child."

You nod shakily, your heart beating so loud that it fills your ears like a sound of a drum, the whole entirety of the church suddenly suffocating you tightly. Mr. Elton smirks as the sight, your desperation as bright as the sky. He takes very sick and twisted pleasure in this situation, almost wanting to make the best of it, because it's not every day that a good girl like yourself, prim and proper - almost brain washed -, confesses to having such dirty thoughts. Would it be a sin to let you swim in the lake without offering a branch to grasp onto for a big longer?

[harena--tigris]

"Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood, but beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented. Seek the old blood. Let us pray, let us wish to partake in communion. Let us partake in communion and feast upon the old blood."

Vicar Amelia

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[fredandrieu]

Donald, roi de la "pop music" Vicar Mickey Parade n° 28, avril 1982

[stinkingooze]

[savycon63]

#NicPics Day 31 as Rev Jane Oliver in “Collateral”. 😍I love her💜She should have had a bigger role.

[dirtyriver]

"Un oeuf gros comme ça (And i chokolade)", D97480, originally published in Anders And & Co. n° 1998-15, April 3, 1998, reprinted in Les plus belles histoires de Pâques, written by Per Hedman, art by Vicar

[improvinggore]

new icon for my boy Vicar wahoo

[pointless-letters]

REASONS WHY BRITAIN IS TOTALLY RUINED THESE DAYS, NUMBER 14,959: “A tattooed vicar.”

[iloverumpusmcfowl]

Vicar's side characters feel like he saw the Awfultonians from Lost in the Andes and decided that everyone should look like that

[incorrectagentsofshieldquotes]

Hek-Sel: I scratched off the lottery ticket, and I won 18,000! Sinara: Wow. Vicar: That’s amazing! Kasius: Better luck next time. Sinara: [gives him a look] Kasius: Yes, sorry, from context, I see that is actually a large sum of money.

[dexter-diesel]

Bloodborne Made Easy: Witch of Hemwick Boss Fight | No Summon Solo Run |...

[huntforthewilderhumans]

inside man / episode 1

[fredandrieu]

Bang Bang Sam Vicar Pistes Sauvages n° 21 5 septembre 1973

[yojimbot13]

[lifewithaview]

Camilla Beeput in Grantchester (2014) S1E5

Sidney takes Geordie to London where, as guests of Sidney's sister Jennifer, they visit the jazz club owned by her boyfriend Johnny's father Archie. Halfway through the evening Johnny's sister Claudette is murdered. She was about to elope with her lover Walter, who accuses Archie, an arrogant man, who brings in his friend inspector Williams, whom Geordie suspects to be corrupt. Indeed twelve years earlier Williams arrested Archie on suspicion of murder but released him. Archie believes that Claudette's slaying was revenge for those far off events and Sidney and Geordie set out to find the avenger. In the meantime Sidney feels guilty for having spent the night in the bed of glamorous vocalist Gloria and Guy, aware of the young vicar's attraction to Amanda, tells him that the wedding will now be in London.