#and this got him straight-up excommunicated
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On one side of the gallery above stood the men sentenced to penal servitude in Siberia, who had been let into the church before the others. Each of them had half his head shaved, and their presence was indicated by the clanking of the chains on their feet. On the other side of the gallery stood those in preliminary confinement, without chains, their heads not shaved.
The prison church had been rebuilt and ornamented by a rich merchant, who spent several tens of thousands of roubles on it, and it glittered with gay colours and gold. For a time there was silence in the church, and only coughing, blowing of noses, the crying of babies, and now and then the rattling of chains, was heard. [...]
The priest, having dressed in a strange and very inconvenient garb, made of gold cloth, cut and arranged little bits of bread on a saucer, and then put them into a cup with wine, repeating at the same time different names and prayers. Meanwhile the deacon first read Slavonic prayers, difficult to understand in themselves, and rendered still more incomprehensible by being read very fast, and then sang them turn and turn about with the convicts. The contents of the prayers were chiefly the desire for the welfare of the Emperor and his family. These petitions were repeated many times, separately and together with other prayers, the people kneeling. Besides this, several verses from the Acts of the Apostles were read by the deacon in a peculiarly strained voice, which made it impossible to understand what he read [...]
No one present seemed conscious that all that was going on here was the greatest blasphemy and a supreme mockery of that same Christ in whose name it was being done. No one seemed to realise that the gilt cross with the enamel medallions at the ends, which the priest held out to the people to be kissed, was nothing but the emblem of that gallows on which Christ had been executed for denouncing just what was going on here. That these priests, who imagined they were eating and drinking the body and blood of Christ in the form of bread and wine, did in reality eat and drink His flesh and His blood, but not as wine and bits of bread, but by ensnaring “these little ones” with whom He identified Himself, by depriving them of the greatest blessings and submitting them to most cruel torments, and by hiding from men the tidings of great joy which He had brought. That thought did not enter into the mind of any one present.
From Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy
#it's a pretty short scene in the scheme of things but definitely long for a Tumblr post so i had to trim it down#but i still remember the feeling i got in my gut the first time i read this passage#the chapter title here is 'the husk of religion' and like. yeah#the juxtaposition of the prisoners and their clanging chains with the opulence of the church and golden robes and incomprehensible prayers#the 'hocus pocus' nature of the way they do the sacrament#and the people right there are in chains#it's a really powerful image#as far as church scenes go it's neck and neck with the one at the beginning of moby dick for just pure on the nose symbolic imagery#and we know that some of these people are innocent! this is injustice#it's just such a sharp and heavy scene#there's lots of good stuff in resurrection but this seemed like a really good place to start with the Tolstoy excerpts#happy birthday Tolstoy#russia where are you flying to?#literature makes us more human#pontifications and creations#the unquenchable fire#also for the record Ivan Illyich had Tolstoy on the outs with the Russian church for calling out religious hypocrisy#and this got him straight-up excommunicated#which is pretty badass
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So here’s a story that’s currently the fourth(?) next WIP on my list rn:
Tanner being part of one of those groups in high school, labeled as a “bad boy” (the type that wears way too much leather for 30°C weather, smokes regularly, and crosses around on a motorbike) but it’s the actual good kind of bad boy and not whatever recent books have been doing. By which I mean he looks mean and acts the part towards people who he doesn’t like, but he’s a perfect sweetheart with golden retriever energy towards everybody else.
Treech, meanwhile, is a Jehova’s Witness whose family is particularly extreme and abusive. He has to appear always happy and perfect because to make the church look good he has to always look like he has the perfect life with the perfect family and the perfect future. The space behind the closed door is full of mental health issues, indoctrination, and several forms of abuse (because cult). Lamina’s family was also part of the church, but they were much more moderate and eventually left and got excommunicated, meaning Treech isn’t even allowed to look at his best friend since forever. It’s very angsty :).
To distract from several big scandals the church of Jehova’s Witnesses plans a big charity event that takes place in the big park in the middle of the city, and Treech has a spot there where he sells wooden stuff that he made and carved. He learned from his grandparents, who were the only people he had a healthy relationship with aside from Lamina. All of the friends he has now are approved by his parents (so terrible and judgmental people who go way too far in their beliefs). When his grandparents died he kept practicing the craft because it’s all he has left of them. At the charity event he makes stuff on the spot and people pay a differing price depending on what they ask him to make. This is where Treech meets Tanner and his friend group properly. It’s everyone that isn’t Treech. They go to the same school but their groups do not like each other since, you know, Tanner’s group “commits sin”. They ask him to make something that goes against the teachings of the church, and he politely declines before asking if they may want something else. When Lamina comes he looks clearly heartbroken, but apologizes and looks away as he’s supposed to do when seeing someone who’s been excommunicated.
Later, Tanner asks Treech to help him with some kind of project. Either Tanner’s part of the theater club in some capacity or it’s for a party or something. Treech agrees after a bit of convincing and with Tanner being Treech’s main point of contact for the project they have a chance to talk. And get closer. Which leads to Treech realizing he may possibly not be as straight as he thought he was. Given the church and his family’s stance on everything that isn’t the nuclear family ideal, this is not a good thing. It gets even worse when Tanner seemingly starts… flirting with him? Possibly?? But Tanner is a sinner and while Treech likes him and won’t treat anybody badly for making their own choices it’s still wrong and all of this is wrong. Yes, Tanner did start flirting with Treech. Far before he notices and has a mini breakdown over it, because Tanner has a thing for pretty boys. And one with a personality that’s compatible with his? Hell yes.
Long story short Treech has a faith crisis and when his friends spot him with Tanner he gets in deep trouble. He ends up getting excommunicated and kicked out by his parents once he confesses he’s had doubts about small things, even though he never told them he’d had doubts about the bigger things as well, and he ends up running to Lamina’s house. They let him in and let him stay there for the time being, which brings us to the recovery part of the story. Treech and Tanner start dating and while Treech is still a christian, he’s no longer in a cult and slowly starts mellowing out as he slowly shakes himself free of the indoctrination. It’s a long road towards unlearning all that he’d been taught, but things finally look up as he rebuilds his life.
BONUS: Tanner loves coffee and he and several of their friends (including Lamina) spend a lot of time trying new coffees or making their favorite ones. Treech tries his first sip of coffee with them after they made him a fancy one that’s beginner-friendly.
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#treech tbosas#tbosas#tanner x treech#tbosas treech#treech#treech thg#tanner thg#tbosas tanner#tanner tbosas#lumberhouse#lamina thg#tbosas lamina#lamina tbosas#lamina#it’s gay#gay i say#faith crisis fic#fluff#angst#angst with a happy ending
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oh my god can we see ronnie in the HF&I universe but when she’s got a crush/dating someone? the dynamic of eddie ribbing on her would be TOO good
"i can't talk about it."
"ron--"
"no, i literally cannot talk about it."
"ronnie--"
"eddie!"
"it's okay!" eddie says, almost soothingly, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum of the hallway. "listen, all god's children. i liked a cheerleader too, once."
ronnie pivots in the middle of the hall, long limbs flailing like weaponry in a way that makes eddie fall back. fall back! chest all tight and cheeks all hot and standing there in a living entanglement of embarrassment.
"then again... my cheerleader," and by my cheerleader, this asshole means the brief, fleeting crush he had on one christine cunningham, "didn't almost definitely have..."
"that you know of, bitch!"
and suh-woop, ronnie takes back off down the hall with eddie hot on her tail in a jangle of chains and denim and shit.
running away from her feelings: it's a very real, physical affliction! especially when she's been marinating on a crush this long! this is no munson's hot girl of the week, this is no jeff's NPC hellfire spouse du jour, this shit is...
this shit is bright brown eyes and a big cresting wave of a bang and taut thighs and a yell that ricochets off waxed gym floors and blueberry bubble gum and petal perfume and such a total cliche and never in a million years and there's always a maybe, i like a fantasy as much as the next tabletop role playing game playing girl and...
goddammit, she'd been doing really well with keeping this shit under wraps!
before she knows exactly where her feet are carrying her, she's busting through the door of the newspaper room, dark save for the light of one green desk lamp.
"do not barrel in here when i'm holding a fucking x-acto knife," come the off-puttingly serene, cerebral tones of lacy doevski from the back left corner.
ronnie, heaving, slams the door behind her. what with being ten feet something tall, she can outrun munson pretty easily, but with lacy here? she's run straight into the jaws of something else.
"why aren't you at the pep rally?" ronnie gasps and hisses, the strangled tone apparently catching lacy's attention.
"excommunication, mostly," she says, blade glinting. god. i mean, ronnie knows they're friends and all, but it's moments like this that she really gets it. the whole doevski draw. "why are you hiding in here?"
then, from beyond the door in a way that makes ronnie's spine go rigid with annoyance, you've got fuckin' eddie bigmouth. knocknocknock!
"hey! ecker! you're not supposed to be innnn there, ecker, lacy said something about an x-acto knife and not wanting to be disturbed--"
ronnie glances to lacy, who just shrugs, a dumb little wistful little dumb little look on her stupid face. ugh. they're disgusting.
"unless this is like, some kind of girl thing, in which case--... no fair. lemme in-uhh."
"let him in," lacy says.
"i don't wannuuh," ronnie whinges.
"ron, if you don't let him in, he's gonna scratch at that door all afternoon and i'm not gonna meet this deadline and then i'm gonna have to use this teeeeny tiny little knife here to gut you both," all said with the casual airs of please and thank you. eddie's got his face smooshed up against the glass.
fuck.
ronnie yanks the door back open and her day one pain-in-the-ass stumbles through.
"hi!" eddie calls to lacy, momentarily distracted as he makes a beeline for her. thank god. "hi."
they do some horribly unsubtle couple-y bullshit where he sorta dances around her desk and she warns him not to come any closer but is smiling the whole time and ronnie flops down into fred benson's chair, wondering if this kind of horseshit would be appealing if it were her and--
"ronnie has a crush on a cheerleader."
the x-acto knife clatters to the desk. "what!"
"and i know which oooone!"
"eddie! fuck!"
"spill!"
"don't!"
"eddie..."
"she was spyin' on her under the bleachers--"
"munson!"
"--i mean, i think she almost had that floor routine down if you catch my drift--"
"--cut to the chase--" "--fuckin' shut! up!"
but before ronnie can up out of that chair and like, i don't know, knock eddie out or sit on him or something, lacy's wound around him like a snake. in-a-gadda-da-vida, this chick, she defies resistance. saying that, if the roles were reversed and it were ronnie and--
lacy's all, who is it and eddie's all giggling into her neck and it's disgusting.
but then he tells her, and her face falls.
"veronica ecker!" ronnie's friend lacy is a great scold-er. she's got a scold like you wouldn't fuckin' believe.
but ronnie wants to shrink into her skeleton. she wants her bones to turn to dust. poof, and nothing's left but a little baseball cap for these ungrateful bastards to remember her by. all 'cause she has what might be construed as conceptually a little romantic inkling for--
"tina burton?!"
ronnie sighs, dragging her hands over her face. "i realize this is morally unsound given your current social predicament, lace, but--"
in unison, the indefatigable duo of cornfed gomez and morticia over there go, "--the crabs, dude!" "you could do so much better, ronnie, you fool!"
#powder room talk#potatobeanpies#maisie this made me go BONKERS LMAOOOOO#AND YOU KNOW SHE'S BEEN INTO HER SINCE LIKE. KINDERGARTEN#they try to shove robin and ronnie together and theyre just commiserating about their long held fixations on OTHER GIRLS HAHAHA#hai brainrot#ronnie ecker vs the world#r. ecker by powder#e. munson by powder#l. doevski by powder#published by powder
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Gundam: The Witch From Mercury Episode 12 Review
- On this episode of Gundam, we have pain and suffering!
- Already getting real fucking tired of Sophie. I mean I love psycho lesbians, but she’s seriously fucked up. Also it seems the Dawn of Fold girls are either genetically modified like El4n, or less stress is out in their body due to the absence of GUND Bits. However, the fact that they’re affected by Permet once again makes me question what the fuck is up with Aerial. Also Dawn of Fold has truly gone from resistance group to actual terrorists. Their job was to kill Delling, but they destroyed the base and murdered the people working there
- Prospera is the stinkiest fucking bitch in this series. She doesn’t even refer to Suletta as her daughter, just as “that girl.” And the brainwashing she’s doing to Suletta, telling her it’s perfectly fine to murder and not feel guilty is fucked up. The fact that her voice never changed tone in her entire convo with Suletta shows how fake she is. If she really cared about her daughter, she would comfort her and tell her that murder is wrong but sometimes a person has no choice, but they should always choose to prioritize lives and only kill when absolutely needed.
- The Earth Houses almost got caught up in the cross fire, but luckily Nika came to the rescue. Though now Martin saw her and knows she’s up to shady shit. It’s sweet that he knew she was missing and went back to her but he ended up seeing something he shouldn’t have. There are three ways this can play out:
1) Martin immediately tells the other guys and Nika gets excommunicated
2) Nika explains herself and Martine keeps it a secret
3) Nika’s terrorist upbringing kicks in and she kills him
- Shaddiq’s plans got foiled once again, but he doesn’t seem too shaken up. He wanted Delling’s head but he caused a big shakeup when in the Benerit Group still. But he’ll have to watch his back carefully. Because when one man learns he was behind this… he’s dead. Speaking of that man-
- Guel…just my boy Guel…
- I don’t think words can fully articulate how broken I am from that moment. But that’s not even a fragment of what Guel is feeling
- If this were any other anime, Guel would have came in just in time to help out, but instead he ended up murdering his dad. He tried to play the hero but he ruined his entire life. His thoughts of wanting to see Suletta again and not wanting to die really resound because he’s still just a child. He has so many things ahead of him, but now he’ll be stuck in a prison of self-torment due to his accidental patricide.
- Where will he go from this? Well they’re are a lot of ways, and none of them good. He could finally join the squad and either bond with Suletta (over both having killed a guy) or Miorine (over watching someone get killed brutally). Or he could go back to Jeturk and meet up with Lauda who’ll probably say he didn’t anything wrong, but that’s not at all what Guel wants to hear. Or he’ll go one a one man army to kill Shaddiq, either sneakily or just straight up fighting him and the harem. All I know is that my son is horribly traumatized and the show will probably go in for yet another punch in April
- Miorine and Delling’s moment really fucking hurt. Her dad wasn’t good to her, but he still wanted to protect her as decided by himself and her mother. Miorine, with all these conflicting feelings, wants her dad to lives cause even though she hates him, she still hopes that one day they could be a family. She’s doing her best to take care of protect her dad, even shielding him like he did to her when facing the end of a gun. And just when it looks like she’s saved by Suletta, everything crashes back down. The person she trusted more than anyone else and hoped to live the rest of life with committed a terrible atrocity in front of her and didn’t even care. I doubt she’ll be able to look at Suletta any longer, and any attempt to laugh it off will just hurt Miorine.
- Those tomato’s growing in the greenhouse… Miorine took such good care of them. She hoped to make them blossom and become their best selves. But Suletta squashed it. Now there’s nothing remaining but the icky guts of a once pure love.
- And now Suletta. frankly:
WHAT THE FUCK
- The way Suletta went from terrified of people being killed to happily squashing a man, making a joke about slipping in his innards, and then attempting to touch Miorine with those filthy hands is way too jarring. While some might say we’re carrying on from the Eri’s actions in the prologue, there’s a clear difference between the two. Eri had no idea what was happening. She just thought they were playing a little game on her birthday. She didn’t understand the concept of death. But Suletta fully knows well how precious life is and she squashed it under hand, making no mention of it. The problem is t that she killed a man, it’s that she disregarded him completely after he was dead. She continued on with her happy life, unburdened by the man who’s life was cut short. She had a choice. She could have put her hand in between them or pick him up and yeeted him, but she didn’t. She didn’t assess the situation and choose the option with no fatalities, she just jumped straight in with no regard for life and murdered a man.
- “If you run away you gain one, but if you move forward you gain two” This has been a message that permeates throughout the entire anime. At first, it’s very inspirational, but here we see the true colors of such a saying. Sometimes, it’s best to run away. Sometimes, it’s best to not use force. Because if you move forward, you have the capability of losing more than you gain. Guel attempted to move forward and killed his dad, Suletta attempted to move forward and lost her innocence as well as became a demon in Miorine’s eyes. Only Prospera, a revengeful woman still mad over having to leave in order to save Eri and her life would create such a saying. It’s a saying rooted in nothing but regret and burning hatred. Suletta’s blind faith in her mother has distorted the way she sees the world. Either she’ll be deprogrammed, or will be used as a weapon by her “loving” mother. However, only Suletta can do this. No one can save her but herself.
- With the second cour coming in April, we have a long ways to wait. Our three main characters, Suletta, Miorine, and Guel have all seen or committed an atrocity, one they will never fully heal from. Whether or not they can move forward in the good way, the bad way, or just run away is to be seen.
#shout out to the fact that out of all the characters only El0n and El5n made it out safely this cour#we stan these two complete dickheads#also guel comics will be feeding me for the break#delicious delicious angst please#gundam witch from mercury#gundam#g witch#suletta mercury#miorine rembran#guel jeturk
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rating biographies of john of gaunt based on how they cover the best moment of his life, which is when he threatened to drag the bishop of london, william courtenay, out of st paul’s cathedral by his hair.
sydney armitage-smith, john of gaunt
big points for that “when lancaster joined the quarrel, everything got worse”. nice build up to the bishop yeeting threat with gaunt being a petty little bitch. loses points for not going on in detail about the londoners going for gaunt and william courtenay running after them. 8/10.
anthony goodman, john of gaunt: the exercise of princely power in fourteenth-century europe
this is pretty brief (but not the briefest) but it covers most of the details and if we don’t get the dialogue, we get the general gist of things. loses points for the unnecessary richard dig though i guess it is comparable to that time where richard threatened to smack courtenay and cussed him out. love the detail of william courtenay running after the londoners to go “I’M NOT DEAD, GO HOME AND DON’T MURDER A DUKE” though it’d be funnier if goodman had mentioned he did this on his knees. 7/10.
helen carr, the red prince
this is all too brief and let down by carr’s overall attitude towards gaunt which is 🤩 and earlier being all “who knows why gaunt liked wycliffe, i think it’s his social justice tendencies”. courtenay does not really get a starring role and the focus is on poor gaunt’s hurt feelings and those nasty londoners being so mean to him. 4/10
joseph dahmus, william courtenay archbishop of canterbury 1381-1396
ok not a biography of gaunt BUT it’s the one biography of william courtenay in existence so it counts. dahmus doesn’t mess about, he’s just straight up quoting from thomas walsingham’s chronicon angliae. dahmus does go on to explain the backlash to the bishop yeeting incident more but it’s not as funny as other accounts. though he does get big points for writing a bio of courtenay instead of gaunt. 8/10.
alison weir, katherine swynford: the story of john of gaunt and his scandalous duchess
surprisingly not bad given the author, have suspicions she mostly cribbed it off other authors. i do love courtenay threatening to excommunicate gaunt and the nice bit of drama with courtenay preventing the burning of the savoy palace. amazingly, no inaccuracies even if the fallout is a bit muddled. i’d give it 4/10 but it’s weir and the rest of the book stinks so 0/10.
kathryn warner, john of gaunt: son of one king, father of another
the whole incident is covered in A SINGLE PARAGRAPH but has no mention of the threatened bishop yeeting. apparently warner found lollardy too boring to write much about it. you fool, this is the most entertaining thing gaunt ever did. -100000000000000000000000000000/10.
the anonimalle chronicle (translated by a. k. mchardy)
technically not a biography of gaunt but i had to include one of the original accounts of this incident? fantastic detail though it does miss the lead up where gaunt’s like “you shouldn’t trust in your family to protect you from my rage” and courtenay’s like, “sir, i’m trusting in god” but otherwise fantastic. sad there’s no mention of joan of kent but full marks for the image of gaunt running to his big brother to protect him from the mean londoners. fully understands gaunt’s pettiness and the comedy of the moment. 10/10.
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Yknow how i said cacao’s wife left him for affogatto
Well she almost gets beheaded
A perfect song that fits her
I feel like hollyberry and cacao only broke up before cause they needed a proper cacaoian queen but they got back after chocolate souffle left
Cof = coffee village
And when it says `hes out every night on the town just sleeping around` like in the other kingdoms
I changed the lyrics a bit
Grew up in the Cof court,
Oui, oui bonjour.
Life was a chore so, She set sail.
1522, came straight to the kingdom,
All the cacaoian dudes lame. Epic fail.
OooOoo, I wanna dance and sing.
Politics, not my thing.
OooOoo, but then I met the king,
And soon my daddy said "You should try to get ahead"
He wanted me, hah, obviously,
Messaging me like everyday.
Couldn't be better then he sent me a letter,
And who am I kidding I was Prêt-à-manger.
OooOoo, sent a reply.
OooOoo, Just sayin' hi.
OooHoo, you're a nice guy,
I'll think about it maybe xo baby.
Uh oh...
Here we go..
You sent him kisses?
I didn't know I would move in with his misses.
What?!
Get a life!
You're living with his wife?
Like, what was I meant to do?
Sorry, not sorry bout', what I said,
I'm just tryna' have some fun.
Don't worry, don't worry,
don't lose your head,
I didn't mean to hurt anyone...
L-O-L, say "Oh well", or go to hell.
I'm sorry not sorry bout' what I said.
Don't lose your head.
Three in the bed,
And the little one said,
"If you wanna be wed, make up your mind!"
It's her or me, chum,
don't wanna be some girl in a threesome,
Are you blind?
OooOoo, don't be bitter.
OooOoo, 'Cause I'm fitter.
OooHoo, Why hasn't it hit her?
He doesn't wanna bang you, somebody hang you.
Uh oh.
Here we go!
Your comment went viral.
I didn't really mean it but rumours spiral.
Wow, Souffle, way to make the kingdom hate you.
Mate, what was I meant to do?
Sorry, not sorry bout', what I said,
I'm just tryna' have some fun.
Don't worry, don't worry,
Don't lose your head,
I didn't mean to hurt anyone...
L-O-L, say "Oh well", or go to hell.
I'm sorry not sorry bout' what I said.
Don't lose your head.
Tried to elope, but the pope said nope,
Our only hope was Dark Cacao.
He got a promotion, caused a commotion,
Set in motion, the C of E.
The rules, were so outdated.
Us two wanted to get x rated.
Soon, excommunicated.
Everybody chill its totes god's will.
Cacao’s out every night on the town
Just sleepin' around,
Like what the hell?
If that's how it's gonna be,
Maybe I'll flirt with a guy or three just to make him jel.
Cacao finds out and he goes mental,
He screams and shouts like so judgemental.
"You damned witch"
Mate, just shut up.
I wouldn't be such a bi--- if you could get it up.
Uh oh,
Here we go.
Is that what you said?
And now he's going 'round like,
"Off with her head!"
No!
Yea, I'm pretty sure he means it.
Seems it.
What was I meant to do?
What was she meant to do?
Like, what was I meant to do?
What was she meant to do?
No, but, what was I meant to do?!
Sorry, not sorry bout', what I said,
I'm just tryna' have some fun.
Don't worry, don't worry,
Don't lose your head,
I didn't mean to hurt anyone...
L-O-L, say "Oh well", or go to hell.
~Just go to hell~
Sorry not sorry bout' what I said.
Sorry not sorry bout' what she said.
Sorry NOT sorry bout' what I said,
Don't lose your head.
DONT LOSE YOUR HEAD FROM SIX THE MUSICAL I KNOW THIS WHOLE LYRICS.
Fr tho the wife seems like ass
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Don't Lose Ur Head (feat. Andrea Macasaet)
Grew up in the French court
Oui, oui, bonjour
Life was a chore so (she set sail)
1522, came straight to the UK
All the British dudes lame (epic fail)
(Ooh) I wanna dance and sing
(Politics) Not my thing
(Ooh) But then I met the king
And soon my daddy said
"You should try and get ahead"
He wanted me (ha) obviously
Kept messaging me like everyday
Couldn't be better, then he sent me a letter
And who am I kidding? I was prêt à manger
(Ooh) sent a reply
(Ooh) just saying hi
(Ooh) "You're a nice guy
I'll think about it maybe
X-O baby"
(Uh oh) Here we go (you sent him kisses?)
I didn't know I would move in with his missus
(What?) Get a life! (You're living with his wife!)
Like, what was I meant to do?
Sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
I'm just tryna have some fun
Don't worry, don't worry
Don't lose your head
I didn't mean to hurt anyone
L-O-L, say "oh well", or go to hell
I'm sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
Don't lose your head
Three in the bed and the little one said
"If you wanna be wed, make up your mind!
Her or me, chum, don't wanna be some
Girl in a threesome, are you blind?"
(Ooh) Don't be bitter
(Ooh) 'Cause I'm fitter
(Ooh) Why hasn't it hit her?
He doesn't wanna bang you
Somebody hang you
(Uh oh) Here we go (your comment went viral)
I didn't really mean it but rumours spiral
(Wow, Anne, way to make the country hate you!)
Wait, what was I meant to do?
Sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
I'm just tryna have some fun
Don't worry, don't worry
Don't lose your head
I didn't mean to hurt anyone
L-O-L, say "oh well", or go to hell
I'm sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
Don't lose your head
Tried to elope but the Pope said "nope"
Our only hope was Henry
He got a promotion, caused a commotion
Set in motion the C of E
(The rules) were so outdated
Us two wanted to get X rated
(Soon, excommunicated)
Everybody chill, it's totes God's will
Hold up, let me tell you how it went down
Henry's out every night on the town
Just sleepin' around, like, what the hell?
If that's how it's gonna be
Maybe I'll flirt with a guy, or three
Just to make him jel
Henry finds out and he goes mental
He screams and shouts, like, so judgemental
"You damned witch!" Bro, just shut up!
I wouldn't be such a b- if you could get it up
(Uh oh) Here we go (is that what you said?)
And how now he's going 'round like
"Off with her head!"
(No) Yeah, I'm pretty sure he means it
(Seems it)
What was I meant to do?
(What was she meant to do?)
Like, what was I meant to do?
(What was she meant to do?)
No, but what was I meant to do?
(What was she meant to do?)
Oh my God, you guys, seriously
He actually wants to chop my head off!
I mean, I guess he just really liked my head
Five, six, seven, eight!
Sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
I'm just tryna have some fun
Don't worry, don't worry
Don't lose your head!
I didn't mean to hurt anyone
L-O-L, say "oh well", or go to hell
Sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
(Sorry not sorry) I'm not sorry! ('bout what she said)
Sorry not sorry 'bout what I said
Don't lose your head
the fact that i’m actually reading these
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curse of strahd is insane i cant believe we rewrote the timeline in a way that uriels entire order is still alive ON ACCIDENT… AND THE PLAYER CHARACTERS WHO HAD THEIR LIVES CHANGE DONT REMEMBER THEIR PREVIOUS TRUTHS, ITS INSANE. THE OTHER PC WHOSE MEMORIES HAVE CHANGED IS KASIMIR. ITS BIG CRAZY DUDE. i made picrews of the order of the forgotten flower a while ago just kind of assuming theyd always be dead bc WHY WOULDNT I so ill put them under the cut along with just so much rambling info about uriel and his order i feel crazy. i never thought we would visit the monastery or GET TO TALK TO THEM AGAIN BUT HERE WE ARE
davey and i basically made up an elf monastery to corellon thats pretty reclusive that uriel was a part of. he was a founding member of the order, which was basically a relic finding task force. originally they went to berez to find the sun sword but it was a trap, all of them died except for uriel who was turned by strahd and excommunicated when he came back (its a big no no to run from a fight in the eyes of followers of corellon, and though he really didnt run he was the only member to come back and boy did he come back wrong)
uriels lover mikhail is someone who one could easily compare to sergei von zarovich and strahd had fun killing him personally but unbeknownst to uriel mishka also came back wrong when the dark powers gave him a second shot at life in the wreckage of the bergomasters manor in berez. uriel didnt find out til 10 years later after he ended his self flagellating isolation + joined the party and was reunited with Mikhail who admitted he had been working with strahd to keep him safe. basically thanks to the deal with the dark powers and manner of his death the mikhail that the party came to know was covered in burn scars, physically cold as ice, and completely unable to emote. it took his warmth. WE WERE PANICKING BC IT SEEMED LIKE HED BEEN CAPTURED BY STRAHD AND WAS IN TROUBLE AND THEN…. WE FINISHED THE INTERACTIVE TOME OF STRAHD AND HISTORY WAS REWRITTEN AND HE AND THE ORDER ARE FINE AND MIKHAIL IS HIS OLD SELF………………. unrecognizable to the party sans uriel and this also means uriel has something to lose again in a major way. IM SO SCARED.
uriel is still strahds spawn it just went down differently and was much more personal. its insane. i feel CRAZY
anyway heres my elf priests via picrew (strahd set the bergomasters manor on fire with them in it, listen, the bg was just impossible not to use)
in order: raphael, gavril aka “gav”, uriel, and mikhail, the oldest OG members of the order. raphael, uriel, and mikhail are straight up elf nuns married to corellon. theyre all very tightly knit and love eachother more than words could say.
then— iehudiel aka “salt”, barakhil, and selafiyel, the youngest and newest members. the twins are half elf/half orcs born from a barovian elf and an outsider, and salt just straight up was an adventurer who became trapped in barovia. the OG 4 are very protective of them and losing the order made uriels brain snap in half.
mishka got the most art from me on account of still being alive but ive doodled all of the OG members of the order!!! the dark power of cold gave him glowy eyes post-revival.
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@lucienmelaina
"We can't keep doing this."
Isaac didn't pause for a moment and Lucien wasn't sure if that was one of his more admirable traits or abominable ones. "If it helps the semantics," he said, hand still moving under the covers as he nipped at Lucien's ear, "you're not actually doing anything, right at this moment. It's all me." He snickered, shutting up for a moment to continue what he was doing with abominable (Lucien had come to a conclusion) deftness, and once the summit had been attained, peaked, toppled over, Lucien got up to shower immediately.
He turned it on cold and stood under the icy needles, hands folded, penitent and shivering and feeling too-warm inside anyhow. It was like a Hieronymus Bosch horror, only he was living it, only it was probably making toast in his kitchen right at the moment because Isaac seemed to happily live off toast and cigarettes and coffee adulterated with as much sugar and milk as was feasible. He ate at least half a loaf whenever he was at Lucien's parsimonious little parish flat, and made jokes about loaves and fishes, or transubstantiation, or the Last Supper. All of them in bad taste and all of which made Lucien laugh despite himself. Father Melaina was renowned for having a thunderous sternness to his sermons and his general demeanour in the cassock and collar that would scare a crooked street straight, never mind his parishioners. Isaac seemed to consider it a personal challenge to make him break.
Cold outside and hot inside, Lucien got grimly dressed and gave himself a stern look in the mirror as he finished the last touches of his church attire. "Today," he told his reflection. "Today will be the last time. Tomorrow I'll forbear the company of the depraved, the garrulous, and the deranged." He turned his gaze to the cross on his wall, the depressed Christ hanging from it. "Why you put all three in one man, my Lord, I can't pretend to understand."
Sure enough, the kitchen smelled of toast and instant coffee, and Isaac gestured at two slices lightly buttered and spread with the good marmalade as he slurped down the last of his coffee. "So's you don't get hungry and eat the Host," he said, standing leaned up against the counter. Lucien looked at the toast. He went over to Isaac and grabbed him by one sleeve and his bony side, turning him around brusquely. "How have you still not gotten the hang of doing these up?" Lucien asked, his fingers warming as he fussed with the metal pins of Isaac's collar and then turned him back around.
Father Apatow shrugged, unbothered as always to be scolded. "Maybe some day they'll excommunicate me for it," he said, patting Lucien's hip and moving to the hallway, standing in the door to the kitchen as he slung on his scarf, his coat, his black leather gloves. Lucien had finished one and a half slices of toast by that point, watching Isaac tamp down his gloves between his fingers, long and clever, strong and expressive. "No," Lucien said, leaving the last half and getting up to put on his outerwear too. "When the time comes, it'll be because of what I want from you."
"My own fault for giving it to you," Isaac said. He tasted like cheap coffee, sugar and milk, murmuring mea culpa, mea culpa.
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Also I made a connection the other day: we were told that the Mandalorian would be the darkest most gritty SW yet and it truly was not. We were then told ‘lol okay jk Book of Boba Fett will be’ and it. Is. Not.
I think they really darkbaited fanboys and said ‘lol fuck them bitches’ and literally gave us the story of the coming of the Next Great Mand’alor that will unite Mandalorians, and then they ALSO said ‘here’s what you do when local cocaine traffickers decide to use native land to move product bringing destruction and chaos in their wake you straight up kill them’ while simultaneously giving Boba Fett, THE first ever notorious Mandalorian bounty hunter in all of SW history, and arguably one of the characters with the most intense backstory, a home and family and deciding that working for the people is better than working for assholes with deep pockets. Fuck them bitches and fuck those who hurt the young.
They literally gave us a Mand’alor who deserves the title through both MORALS (he has very intense morals!!! The last amazing Mand’alor also had very intense morals!!!) and a love of children born in a cult and living underground in fear most of his life, who’s about to unite Mandalorian people because children are the future AND he believes that the Jedi are good, we’re finally gonna get Mandalorian Jedi solidarity like the darksaber ruler was meant for.
And then with Boba Fett, you take a man who’s done horrible things for the sake of survival and fear and heartbreak, a man who’s life was about getting credits and staying alive, and you get an arc where he also, decides, that the people and the children they hurt, are so much more important than the ones who used to pay him and wouldn’t bat an eye if he got killed.
Boba Fett has already shown himself to be polite, not wanting to rule by fear, ready to protect others and hire college age kids who can only get by by stealing. The rancor???? Jabba used his rancor to terrorize others, to kill for amusement, to create fear. Boba wants to give his boy a scratch on that good spot and learn to ride him. The kids? Jabba would have ordered them killed for stealing. Garsa Fwip? When he first came in her club as the new crime lord of the area, she was terrified, expecting him to demand payment and terrorize her people. It took less than three episodes for her to share an eye roll with him and shrug when he gave her encouraging words that she did her best. She’s not scared of him. The first thing she did was bribe him preemptively, but she’s not scared of him, and it’s not because she knows she already gave him the credits.
Din and Boba were supposed to be gritty characters. And that’s exactly what they are. They are buckling down and realizing that caring for others isn’t just taking bounties and collecting credits for those they consider family. They are realizing that governments can be restructured for the sake of the many, that they can make a change to the rules that exist only to hurt.
Din was excommunicated by someone who RAISED him, for taking off his helmet. That’s all he had to do to lose the last of his remaining family. Boba was stripped of his armor and dragged half alive to be a slave for others until he proved his worth to them.
It’s not easy. People who think they got baited into thinking this would be badass, aren’t actually here for the true grit that comes with creating change for the many to keep communities functioning. They just wanted bounty hunter violence and badass fighting moves.
Greef Carga went from threatening a man and child, to turning his bar into a school.
That’s the true grit that no one wants to fucking look at when it comes to the darker moments of Star Wars storylines.
#star wars#the mandalorian#din djarin#boba fett#book of boba fett#bobf spoilers#i edited a few words about the rancor cause I made it sound like Jabba and boba had the same one
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After reading your opinion on Molly Weasley, i want to know: What are you're opinions on the Weasley family? Besides Ron & Molly that is.
Five characters? In one post? Well, alright, here we go.
The Weasleys as a Whole
I’ve mentioned this before but JKR writes the Weasleys to clearly be a believable but ideal family. They’re all fiercely loyal, progressive per wizarding world standards, love each other and Harry deeply, and have this wonderful off-kilter joyous house where there’s always some rambunctious thing going on.
Harry comes to associate the Weasleys with family and, personally, I believe a large part of him marrying Ginny boils down to it will make him a Weasley for real.
That said, they’ve got some major issues. They’re very righteous people who, as a whole, will ice you out the moment they even suspect you do something that disagrees with them. You don’t even have to do it, what you did or didn’t do doesn’t even have to be something terrible or something bad, but god help you if the family decides they’re done with you.
They’re very resentful of people like the Malfoys. This isn’t just because Lucius is a smarmy, pompous, ass (he is) or that he indirectly almost murdered Ginny but seems to mostly be because Lucius has so much money. All of their interactions seem to boil down to the money. More than this though, the Weasleys seem fully supportive of laws that... well, used against themselves would be a travesty but used against the likes of the Malfoys it’s about damn time.
They’re unquestioningly loyal to Dumbledore. Granted, most people we see in canon are, Dumbledore’s very very very good at convincing people he’s a saint. However, these guys are practically his cult member to the point where they do things like refuse to have Harry over the summer, even before Voldemort returned, because Dumbledore told them not to.
They also never really adopt Harry into the family. Oh they give him a nice sweater, he comes over every once in a while to the house, he’s very good friends with Ron but he’s mostly treated just like that, a good friend. Now, there’s nothing wrong with this, except the way JKR sets it up we’re supposed to believe this is the family Harry found. It’s just that the family Harry’s found let’s him stay in a house with bars on his window where twelve-year-old Ron tells them, “Harry’s muggle family is really really awful” in a way that should have been raising red flags. Hermione practically lives at the Weasleys, Harry never does.
Now, are the Weasleys evil? No, far from it, they’re ordinary people who act in ways I’d expect ordinary people too. Technically they didn’t have to do anything more for Harry than they did, they didn’t have to hate Lucius Malfoy for better reasons, and they don’t have to be even slightly less worshipful of Dumbledore. They’re people, and they’re fine characters, but the overwhelming worship and love of the Weasleys we see across fandom does get on my nerves.
But you asked for individuals, so here we go.
Arthur Weasley
Arthur is the epitome of “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” in the worst of ways and is, frankly, a giant awful joke to me. He’s the white kid you see going around with dread locks, a beanie the color of the Jamaican flag, smoking weed, and attempting to speak like Bob Marley
Only, because he does it with muggle things, we’re supposed to find him funny and progressive.
Arthur is absolutely, albeit unwittingly, condescending in his love of muggle knickknacks. He has no idea how any of it actually works, not limited to how muggles could possible survive without the gold standard, but ardently believes he does because he can enchant the car to fly. Seriously, that he believes he’s an expert on muggle culture, as a pureblood wizard who heads an office in the ministry on it, is the worst part. His love of toasters comes across as, “Wow, look how cool it is that these poor little muggles made all this neat stuff. We should absolutely love the muggles because of it!” And that he heads an office in the ministry called “The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts” which is all about catching down Jackass style pranksters who think it would be hilarious of they enchanted toasters to bludgeon muggles to death...
Goddammit Arthur, why do you exist?
Right, otherwise, he’s got some pride issues going on. Part of the reason Percy is excommunicated is not so much that Percy doesn’t believe Harry, but because Percy dared to do better than Arthur in his own career. Arthur is stuck in his position as head of a joke of a department, he is an underling at its finest, and frankly likely only has that position because he’s a pureblood and the idea of putting a halfblood or even muggleborn at the head of a department dealing with muggles just made the higher ups shudder. (Don’t tell Arthur that though, he likes to think he’s not benefitting from nepotism).
Arthur goes so far to accuse Percy as Fudge’s secretary as spying on him. Arthur, the guy who heads “Misuse of Muggle Artifacts”. Yeah, Arthur, I’m sure Fudge is really wasting his time using his straight laced secretary to find out all your dirty secrets.
He also tends to see the world as very black and white. When Skeeter in book 4 writes an article after the Quidditch World Cup disaster complaining about the ministry’s lax security in enabling domestic terrorists to enter (something completely valid and true by the way) Arthur is so personally offended that both he and Percy go straight to the ministry to complain about Rita Skeeter and her daring to assume freedom of speech! HOW DARE SHE CALL THE MINISTRY’S NON-EXISTENT SECURITY AT THE WORLD CUP LAX! (To be fair, she also cited Arthur as having been in attendance at the event, a ministry employee, and having done nothing but, well, this is also true Arthur. You’re in a guerilla, underground, resistance movement. If I didn’t already think the Order was a joke this would kind of highlight it for me).
He’s also very resentful of Lucius Malfoy, and it seems to mostly be about the money. Arthur and Molly have a severe spending problem and actively resent that Lucius is swimming in money. That Arthur is ardently pleased about a law being passed in which the ministry without warrant can ransack Lucius Malfoy’s home...
Well, Arthur, imagine the slippery slope if the government decides that it would like to search the Weasley home without warrant? In fact, he doesn’t even have to imagine it, as the beloved government in a few short years turns against him and then it’s all about how corrupt the ministry is.
Arthur’s delightfully narrowminded, basically, and reminds us at nearly every opportunity.
Percy Weasley
Mostly, I just feel bad for Percy. Percy’s the son/brother that nobody likes and he’s painfully aware of that fact. He doesn’t fit in with the others, he has far too much ambition for the Gryffindor family and they resent him for it, and then he dares to say things like “I don’t know guys, Voldemort resurrecting from the dead after decades doesn’t sound plausible, we know Harry’s a little off kilter, and Dumbledore’s one shady dude”. Percy happens to be wrong about Voldemort resurrecting (and admits as much when the evidence is plainly visible), but he’s pretty on the money with the rest of it.
Regardless, growing up we see Ron constantly hating on Percy along with the rest of the siblings. I’m sure Percy is obnoxious, and certainly full of himself after making prefect and head boy, but he’s very clearly even before Order of the Phoenix the Least Favorite Brother (TM).
Then the Weasley family completely ices him out for a) getting a very high ranking position very quickly as Fudge’s secretary and b) not being gung ho about Dumbledore saying crazy things in the paper. Remember that to Percy Harry is Ron’s weird friend who seems to get into highly illegal activities every other week. From Percy’s point of view, it’s probably a matter of time before Harry becomes a crack head in Knockturn Alley (or given how behind the times wizards tend to be, an opium den).
He’s constantly getting Ron into not only trouble but life threatening situations, is erratic and apparently a parseltongue of all things, and now Harry’s flipped his lid and saying that Voldemort has been resurrected after having gone through a very traumatic experience of watching a classmate somehow die.
While we see Percy kind of (sort of) make up with the family it’s clear that for Percy to have any relation with these people he’s the one who will always, ALWAYS, have to come crawling back on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It’s the Weasley way or the highway and I imagine, at some point probably a little after/during that epilogue, Percy will just slowly drift away because it’s just not worth it anymore.
Percy’s very much the black sheep of the family.
Fred and George Weasley
You all are going to kill me, but I actually don’t care in the slightest about Fred and George Weasley. This is because they basically have no personality aside from “funny”.
They just have their weird, tandem, twin act and are either playing jokes on the school or else serving as Deus ex Machina in giving Harry magical items such as the Marauder’s Map for no apparent reason. The plot told them it was time, I guess.
Their jokes, while not as bad as Sirius and James’ “Let’s sexually harrass Severus Snape by pantsing and beating him at the edge of Hogwarts lake” or Sirius’ “Let’s get Snape eaten by a werewolf!” are still often needlessly cruel and... kind of pointless. They harass Slytherin house constantly just because they happen to be Slytherins, they’re acceptable victims (which of course makes house tension that much worse). Harry gets sent a toilet seat in the hospital because... that’s funny? Har de har?
They’re so indistinguishable from one another I routinely see people mistake which one got his ear chopped off and which one died. Because the point is, that we can’t tell the difference! It doesn’t matter who lived and who died because all we know is that Freorge is dead!
Similarly, you see tons of fics around where character of the day ends up in this weird twincestuous relationship with Fred and George and it’s not only for a) that delightful twincest but b) because they’re such a singular unit that any attempt to pair one with somebody else feels weird. So you just get these porn fics about Fred and George being weird rapey teenagers who seem like they’d be more interested dating each other.
Charlie Weasley
I really have no thoughts on Charlie. He raises dragons in Romania, the family loves him. Now, dragon raising feels like one of the most dangerous jobs in the Harry Potter universe, like Charlie had just gone and signed up to be a lumberjack but he seems to like it?
We really don’t see much of Charlie, he’s just the obligatory older Weasley son so that the Weasleys can be this ridiculously large family.
Bill Weasley
We see slightly more of Bill, but again, not enough to really leave an impression. We know that his marrying Fleur sent Molly into a complete state, and that they’re going to have awkward Christmas dinners forever because of it where Fleur just sits there and pretends not to loathe every second of Molly’s presence while Molly notes how bad it is that Victoire got stuck with that ugly pink hair instead of the Weasley red.
Bill doesn’t seem to really do anything about this. He still marries Fleur, but we don’t really see a major confrontation where he tells the family “Look, I’m marrying her, so grow up.” So, I imagine he just tries to smile pleasantly and tells Fleur to just endure it for another few hours. He loves his family, his family’s great, but they only have to see Fleur once a year at Christmas.
Ginny Weasley
Ginny is weird. She’s this weird, frankly, almost personality-less void whose sole obsession in life seems to be marrying Harry. She and Harry end up in the world’s weirdest relationship and I honestly have no idea how people ship it other than canon told them to.
Ginny’s... well, first off, she’s very much in love with an idea. She had always worshipped Harry Potter but then he personally saves her life in what was a horrifically traumatic year and so that feeling just grows even more. Despite being Ron’s sister, she barely seems to know Harry, and everything she seems to like about it are just things she made up.
I imagine her and Harry’s marriage will be littered with affairs on her end. Not divorce though, because Harry would never admit his wife is having affairs on him all the time even if someone directly confronted him. Harry also won’t admit he’s gay.
More than though we get hints of a personality. Ginny’s a fiery red-head tomboy with a temper. But... Well, it’s only ever hints. She never felt like a real person to me. She has I think one throwaway line about the Chamber of Secrets incident and how it personally affected her. We’re told she’s great at the bat boogey hex so we know she’s a fiery independent woman.
She feels more like a character sheet than an actual person.
Whenever she’s around I always had this nagging question in my head where I ask why Ginny’s here. She has a lot of potential but nothing’s ever done with her. And when something is, it’s to get her into this bizarre relationship with Harry where he imagines there’s a green rage monster in his chest that loves her skin.
Okay Harry, if you say so.
TL;DR: The Weasleys aren’t evil or anything, I’m not on Team Bash Them All, but they are shortsighted, ordinary, people who don’t deserve to be worshipped as all that is good in this world.
#ask#anon#harry potter#headcanons#the weasley family#arthur weasley#charlie weasley#bill weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#ginny weasley#anti hinny#anti weasley#anti arthur weasley#anti fred weasley#anti george weasley#anti bill weasley#anti molly weasley#anti harry potter#anti ginny weasley
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Demon Brothers React to the MC Liking the Celestial Realm More Than the Devildom
Sort of thought that the Celestial Realm thing was kind of pointless in the grand scheme of things because it was so short. I want more Heaven content, so I’m going to force more Heaven content because I’m stubborn like that.
Lucifer
Isn't that surprised but it still stings a little.
He supposed it would be a little hard for literal hell to match up with literal paradise.
Purposely doesn't ask them much about their trip because he doesn't want to be reminded of the place.
Try talking to him about Michael and he might "conveniently" not hear them over the sound of his paperwork. *shuffles through stacks of paper obnoxiously and tries looking overly busy until they go away*
...lowkey kind of relieved to hear Michael is doing alright though, ngl..
Mammon
What??? They liked it up there?? Then clearly he hasn't taken them to all the best places down here yet!!
Starts dragging their ass across the entirety of the Devildom. It's a new club/bar/park/abandoned-ass building every night.
Will stop if they say that they've changed their mind, but only if he believes it.
A little curious about how things are up there but not really going to bring it up. He’s not salty or anything he just always thought it was boring there anyway so not a lot has probably changed.
Will get jealous if they’ve become closer to the angels by doing this and will whine about it. He may even tell them a few stories of his angel days to try and win them back.
Leviathan
Jealously sulking in his room about it…
Of course the human would like it up there… Everybody likes it up there… What good is Devildom to them after seeing a place like that...? How are we supposed to compete...?? It’s not fair… *mutter mutter mutter*
May honestly get super depressed for a little while unless the MC steps in to try and cheer him up.
Starts getting a bit more aggressive when the MC is around the angels. A lot quicker to cut into conversation and gets defensive of RAD, the House, the Devildom, etc. It’s kind of like he’s got something to prove...
Not curious at all about how things are. Why would he care about what’s going on up there? His room is down here.
Satan
Not as bothered as his brothers, partially because he's never really been.
Very curious and open to discussing their trip with them.
What’s it like? Who was there? Did you meet Michael? Please say he gave you embarrassing dirt on Lucifer.
Not going to lie, old dirt on Lucifer is about 80% of all he cares about.
Not threatened in the slightest by the angels still being there. Even if MC liked the Celestial Realm more than the Devildom, that was just a visit. It’s not like they can go back… Right..?
Asmodeus
Whaaat?? They have the audacity to like it there more!? Don't they know they can only find him down here???
Takes extreme offense and, like Mammon, starts dragging them around with him to see the “best” of the Devildom. Which are apparently clubs. Lots of them.
Unlike Mammon, he’s not going to stop until he damn well feels like it. This human needs some education on where all the real fun is after all!
Says he doesn’t care about how things are but that’s only because he’s ticked. In truth, he wants to know how everyone has been fairing and if Michael is still just as handsome as he remembers. 😏
Acts like he might straight up throw hands with Simeon and Luke for a few days, we’re talking sass galore, but calms back down pretty soon after. Apologies to them later for losing his temper, he just couldn’t stand the idea of the MC wanting to be in a place where he's not allowed to go too...
Beelzebub
Is it the food…? It's the food, isn't it…? Definitely the food.
Kind of sad, but also really gets it. He remembers it being nice up there before everything went south.
And, of course, the food is incredible. He’d drool just thinking about it… Yeah, doesn’t really blame the MC for liking it up there. Maybe they could smuggle him with them next time?
Second only to Satan in being okay with hearing about their trip. He mostly just wants to hear what they had to eat though. They give lots of detail but don’t show him any pictures. He’d eat the phone.
Not bothered by the angels or worried they’ll take MC away. They came back to the brothers after all, plus they all have pacts with them. That’s got to count for something, right?
Belphegor
"Eh, whatever…" *pretending not to care*
*cares immensely*
Like. Ow. They know that they all have a pretty bad history with that place right? Kind of not cool to just go out and say it like that…
Has no interest in how it’s going there and is proud of it. He’s excommunicated that “family” from his life a long time ago...
Isn’t openly hostile to the angels but glares at them a lot more, especially when they’re not looking. If they’re thinking about taking MC away then they’ll have to go through him first...
#obey me#obey me reactions#obey me shall we date#shall-we-date-obey-me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me brothers#obey me simeon#obey me luke
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I don't know who else to talk to about this, so I'm hoping you can help. My boyfriend and I have become sexually active. (I'm female and straight.) I feel good about this decision because if we were to get pregnant we would be able to provide a stable home for the child (but we are still using birth control). Our relationship is awesome and it wouldn't surprise me if we ended up together for life.
I feel like God is happy with me and that I have the Spirit with me. However, I have been undergoing a faith crisis/transition for the last couple years. I love God very very much but have been struggling with my relationship with the church. I am a BYU student so I cannot leave the church yet, so I'm kind of in this awkward in between stage. (Your blog has been very helpful to me in trying to navigate this, so thanks!!)
But lately I've really been missing the temple. Temples in the area are starting to reopen, so I could feasibly attend after a year of them being closed. Again, I feel like I am where Heavenly Father wants me to be and I feel comfortable in mine and my boyfriend's decision to have sex, but the law of chastity question is still in the interview for a temple recommend. So what I want your opinion on is this: does my own belief of my personal worthiness determine if I can get a temple recommend? Or does my passing the checklist of temple recommend questions? I hope it is the former, but I really don't know.
I have lots of thoughts on this that I am happy to get into more if you'd like. Basically religious things are just complicated for me right now and being at BYU really really hinders any sort of real exploration of faith.
First, let me applaud you in that you thought about choosing to become sexually active, you contemplated the decision and feel good about your choice. Regardless of which choice you could’ve made, it’s good to think through important things like this, the risks, the pros & cons, the possible consequences.
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Secondly, oof, being at BYU and going through a faith crisis, or a reexamination of faith, that’s a tough place to do it.
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As for your question...
I sometimes get asked about going to the temple, how someone can think about the questions on tithing, word of wisdom, wearing the garments, and so on. We can talk about what these questions mean, how we can understand them for our circumstances.
I want people who go to the temple to feel like they belong, that they’re rightfully there, didn’t sneak their way in and worry that possibly they shouldn’t be there.
I don’t think you and I need to have that conversation, I feel like you understand that question on Law of Chastity pretty well.
The Church owns the temples and has setup a series of questions to determine if someone qualifies to enter. I have issues with their list of questions, I don’t think God cares a lot about the things their questions cover.
Most people in the world will never qualify to enter the temple, no matter how in tune they are with the Spirit or how well they live the gospel. Even most church members don’t qualify to got to the temple.
I think of my friend, John Gustav-Wrathall (JGW). He’s a gay man in a long-term partnership/marriage with a man, they raised a child, are contributing members of their community and help a lot of people. John was raised LDS and attends his ward, but is not allowed to take the Sacrament, go to the temple, and is banned from most callings.
He is excluded from having a basic relationship with the Church, but that doesn’t stop him from having a relationship with the Savior. Nothing that can stand between JGW and the love of God. God’s love is greater and stronger than the Church’s attempts to excommunicate, ban or reform him.
JGW believes God blesses & sanctifies his marriage. While the Church may be wrong about queer people, JGW doesn’t try to sneakily partake of the sacrament or find a way to enter the temple. He believes one day he’ll be allowed all the privileges and blessings of the gospel. If that means not partaking of the Sacrament or not entering the temple until the Second Coming when Jesus corrects things, so be it.
Queer people often see ourselves unfairly excluded from the gospel feast. JGW wants a seat at the feast of the gospel and is not content to snatch crumbs while those who guard the feast have their heads turned. He will wait to be invited to have a seat rather than begging for scraps.
I think non-queer members grow up to see going to the temple as an experience which is rightfully theirs, a place they belong. Same with the sacrament or other parts of the gospel overseen by the Church. They’re so used to having a seat at the table of the gospel feast, it’s really difficult when they find they no longer qualify, and consequently some are ready to do what they have to for what they feel is their rightful place at the table (or at least to keep the impression to others that they haven’t lost their seat)..
I don’t know you well enough to know if this fits you. I just find it interesting you know you don’t qualify to go to the temple under the Church’s rules but you are used to being able to go and therefore are contemplating what you’d have to say and how to justify it.
I don’t encourage people to lie to get into the temple and I’m sorry if the idea of being kept out is hurtful. I want you to get everything from your visit to the temple and think that happens when you feel like you qualify to be there.
I know for many queer people, they feel the spirit just fine at the temple grounds. For me, some of what is said or done in the temple is hurtful because it’s specifically queer-exclusionary, and I don’t find the spirit inside to be any stronger than on the outside, so I’m content not entering and having the spirit interrupted by those unkindnesses. Maybe that’s not enough for you, and if not, you know what the church qualifications are to go inside.
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I wish you well. I hope your relationship with your boyfriend develops into all you the potential you see in it. I hope you successfully complete your degree. I hope you continue to feel peace with the decisions you make and continue to feel the spirit.
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AFTER ALBERT LEFT AFTER THE FIGHT JEAN SORTA STOOD THERE FOR A SECOND BEFORE GOING “..Thank you I think I was one step from that myself. However I have to put you under supervision due to my responsibilities so just tell Master Diluc what happened and spend time with him” LIKE????? QUEEN LET ME GO GET WINE AS “PUNISHMENT” FOR A FIGHT RJENAKNSHDKAS
I also got straight up banned from the church though. Which I find HIGHLY amusing
THATS AMAZING BUT ALSO GETTING BANNED FROM THE CHURCH 😭😭😭 BRO THEY FUCKING EXCOMMUNICATED GOD
#caps tw#toasty ask#motiveinmelodies#i feel like I would beat up albert if I had met him. I don’t remember meeting him when I was in mond#but if I did meet him he would be unrecognizable I think /j…. /hj#vdl
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Please info dump about your magical traditions! I would love to hear more about them 😊
Yes! So. I’ve got.... a fascinating family to have received these traditions from. So I have a weird mix of Northern Appalachian folk magic and Braucherei (also called “Pow wow”). There’s definitely some overlap between the two because of the region of Appalachia I live in (hello being an hour from Lancaster, PA) but in general I’m still piecing together which aspects of the traditions I was raised in are magical and then from which side of the family did they originate. So it’s all very muddled over here at the moment- in large part because my grandfather won’t give me a straight answer on anything despite very clearly knowing the answers I’m looking for. Story time under the cut because this got LONG.
The area I live in is primarily German. And I mean this in the “they literally taught us basic German in elementary school so that we could pronounce road names and we have our own Oktoberfest” sense. One of the more interesting aspects of the area I grew up in is that it’s about 50/50 descendants of German Lutherans and German Anabaptists (predominantly Old Order and Conservative Mennonites). The area is so densely populated with Mennonites and PA Dutch culture that our public school art curriculum included how to design a hex sign.
But Mari, you’re asking- why is this background important? Fear not, we’re finally at my actual relatives.
My great grandparents grew up as neighbors. My great grandfather (Russell) was for all intents and purposes a German Lutheran. My great grandmother (Ethel) was raised in a Conservative Mennonite family/church that leaned pretty close to the Old Order customs. They both grew up speaking German in the home. (Ethel is my inspiration in life and everyday I aspire to be more like her will probably post a big thing for ancestor veneration on her soon).
Them getting married was..... to put it mildly, something of a problem. Russell was well liked by her church and her family but he wouldn’t convert to their denomination. Ethel refused to submit to the church leadership and married him anyway. She was subsequently excommunicated from the only faith she ever truly believed in. They had three children, Ethel sent her daughters to college and made my grandfather stay home and learn domestic things and it’s fairly obvious that he learned Braucherei from her.
There’s no doubt whatsoever that her family practiced Braucherei, I grew up on that same road that she did and her siblings’ descendants still live there and they and many of my former neighbors were not at all secretive about the fact that they practiced Braucherei- there’s a sort of awe to it, the use of it reinforces their belief because it requires calling on a higher power, so when it works it is evidence of that power at work.
When I was younger I was relatively friendly with one of the neighbor boys, and one of the big examples of Braucherei that he was told growing up was actually that of my great grandmother. When Ethel was born she was three months premature and weighed just around two pounds (I have in fact verified this to be true), it was a home birth, and she was not taken to a hospital as they feared that the ride to the hospital (over an hour over rough terrain) would kill her- but her mother was a braucherin and through her work and prayer Ethel was saved and lived and grew into a healthy child and then an adult. For several months they carried Ethel around on a pillow because they were afraid that she would break otherwise- and as she had eleven siblings they had a rhyme to remember everyone’s name and hers was “Ethel Irene small as a bean.”
Russell’s family was (and still is) very odd. Yes they were German Lutherans and thus also brauchers to an extent but their family had been in America for a much longer time, having arrived in 1789 as opposed to 1856. And thus their practices while still distinctly Germanic had garnered something of a twist through exposure to local indigenous populations, the enslaved and free African populations, the Scotch-Irish, and the English who settled and moved through the area, at times intermingling or cohabitating with the family. In essence they are more what most people think of when I say “Appalachian folk.”
This magical tradition is harder to nail down, particularly as it is still primarily Germanic and there are a significant number of brauchers within the family who have no Mennonite or Anabaptist ancestry. Basically the essence lies in the understanding that many of the spells or rituals that I’ve been able to attribute as being magical and coming from this side of the family do not necessarily require a Bible or a prayer to work. The opposite is true of Braucherei.
Ultimately I’m still figuring it out, families are bad at communicating, especially mine. But I was raised to view the Bible as both a charm and a spell book on top of being y’know the Bible, in the Beaucherei I was taught hex signs can have talismanic properties (though some really are just for decoration), what is and is not a spell is hard to quantify, and I’m in the process of piecing together an understanding of how Ethel used fiber arts as a medium through which to express her Braucherei (spurred on by the pressing question- why do we have so many identical homemade lace table cloths?).
I do urge everyone to look into Braucherei because it’s SUPER COOL. And I’m experimenting with replacing God and the Bible with my gods and the lore to see if the premise works. But yeah, it’s horrifying trying to dig through all of this when not a single goddamn member of my family could spell things in English until the lates 1940s-early 1950s. They straight up just ran around spelling English words as though they were German words, and while I respect the hell out of that, most of them also didn’t speak English that well but insisted on writing in it anyway so a fair amount of this is just gibberish, or names followed by dates that then don’t match anything I can find in their census records 🤷🏻♀️
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We’re on Fire (blow a kiss to the crowd) ~ TDC ~ Chapter 10
I’ll expect my notice of excommunication and I’ll expect it tear-stained
CONTENT WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, BLOOD
Chapter 10 ~ But All That's Dead and Gone
~ The Arena ~
~ Arsinoe ~
She can feel Bree and Joseph watching her as they settle into a cave for the night and doesn’t miss that Bree refuses to let her take first watch. Arsinoe had no intention of hurting the District 12 girl but she doesn’t bother to reassure her of the fact.
All three are awake when the anthem plays and the faces float across the sky. Arsinoe closes her eyes and lowers her chin when Polly appears in the montage but that’s all the emotion she makes sure the cameras see.
She went to sleep early that night, her back pressed up against the wall of the cave she was in. She wasn’t being stabbed in the back and dying in her sleep. Not when she’s fought so hard so far.
The morning sun rose brisk and the three of them collected their weapons. They had gone through their rations last night and all three were hungry. Bree had commandeered the bow and arrow and Joseph grabbed his sword. Arsinoe slung the axe across the back of her shoulders and checked that the seven knives she had stolen were still on her person, buried in pockets and on her belt. She had a feeling about today Either someone was dying today or the capitol had something in store. Never a boring day in the games she thought ruefully and found a band in their shared pack to tie the front of her now greasy hair back.
“We should go west,” Bree says and Arsinoe hmms slightly. The brunette turns to her with a glare. “You got something to say?” Arsinoe sighs.
“West is a fake concept in here. We should go to the Cornucopia, there’s no point in giving it a false direction, just keep walking,” Bree considers her but turns and walks away without saying anything. Joseph considers Arsinoe but Arsinoe just gestures for him to go in front of her.
“I’ve got your back, let’s just go before Bree is by herself,” Joseph nods and she falls in step behind him.
The arena is in a state of natural peace as they walk and Arsinoe wants to scream. How easily they hide their child murder behind soft moss and birdsong. She would give nearly anything to just be at home in District 10, watching one of their mother’s shitty old tapes with Kat while drinking Mirabella’s hot chocolates. She never thought she’d say it about that dreary farm in 10, or about District 10 in general, but she missed it. She missed the inconsequential labour of the farm and the days where her and Jules would grab some of the Milone horses and go racing out of the main town to a place where they could have a picnic and pretend that the world wasn’t going to hell.
She misses Mirabella and Kat and Jules. And Billy. Billy who is one of the kindest people she knows, who always sneaks his mother’s stew out to her because he knows she enjoys it. Billy, who she has loved for too long and should have told before she left.
A sharp wave of longing crashes over her and she has to brush tears away subtly. This was not the place. She could cry when she is home in her own bed.
The trees thin out and eventually the canopy clears and they stand at the edge of the field where the cornucopia rests. They stand to the left side of it but can see the opening. Arsinoe has a short-lived pang of relief and then panic strikes and she grabs Bree and Joseph’s shoulders and yanks them back and down into the bushes in the treeline.
“What the hell?” Joseph asks and she shushes him pointing to where the careers are seated in the mouth of the cornucopia. “Fuck,” he says and hangs his head.
“Fuck indeed my friend. Come on, if we can see them… well if they pay attention they’ll see us,” Arsinoe says and begins to creep back on her knees. Bree and Joseph follow until they know they can’t be seen. “We can retreat and try again another day but… we don’t have the rations to keep avoiding the fight for much longer.” Bree watches her, actually looks at the stern set of her jaw.
“You’re sure?” Bree asks. Arsinoe nods.
“You come from District 12. How long does it take to starve enough that you can’t fight?” Arsinoe prompts quietly. Bree looks slightly sick before her face evens out.
“Okay. Fine. But the only way we’re evening out the playing field is by surprise attack from behind,” Arsinoe nods and they stand.
Before they can take another step, Arsinoe is being grabbed and held tight by a strong arm, a knife pressed to her neck.
And then she watches as an arrow flies straight through Bree Westwood’s left eye.
A canon booms and Arsinoe knows she has only seconds to calculate.
Elizabeth Priest has Joseph pinned against a tree and from what she can tell, she’s being held in a death grip by Nicholas Martel, her axe ripped off her back and thrown somewhere. Michael Percy drops the bow to his side as Emilia Vatros rips the arrow back out of Bree’s head. Arsinoe wants to throw up at the sight.
“You know, for a person who scores a 12, you’re pretty easy to capture. I look forward to seeing how you get out of this one,” Emilia says, coming face to face with Arsinoe and examining her before turning away.
Arsinoe smiles slightly and begins to twist her wrists in a manner that looks like she’s trying to escape. Two of her seven knives are hidden in her sleeve and if she has anything to say about it, they’re about to be in Nicholas Martel. She finally feels them slip into her hands and flips them so that the blades face back.
Joseph sees them and understanding crosses his face briefly but that’s all Arsinoe sees as she hangs her head, feigning defeat. The knife pressed to her neck is sharp but she presses against it anyway, even when she feels blood from her chin drip down.
When she’s sure the knife at her neck is held in place, she brings her hands up and then sharply swings them down past her hips, where they make satisfying entry in both sides of Martel’s groin. He screams and she moves, letting her head go back up and away from his knife.
She pulls away and rips one of her knives from his groin, burying it in his heart and thrusting up, ripping his sternum.
Arsinoe has moved before the canon can even boom, drawing another two knives that find home in the skull and chest of Michael Percy. She ducks behind his body and quickly uses it as a shield from one of Emilia’s knives before jumping around the ring leader and grabbing Elizabeth before she can kill Joseph. She pulls the District 1 girl away and draws another knife, flipping it and stabbing upwards, straight through Elizabeth’s chin into her brain. Joseph is in such shock that he still hasn’t moved.
The canons boom and Emilia Vatros screams in irritation before rushing Arsinoe.
Arsinoe doesn’t have a second to draw another knife before Emilia is on top of her, her hands wrapped securely around Arsinoe’s throat and beginning to squeeze. Arsinoe chokes but her hands try to grasp another knife before she loses consciousness. Her head hurts and her vision begins to blur.
Her hand finds a knife. She fights for consciousness and tucks her elbow into the crook of Emilia’s outstretched arm to get a good angle for her next movement.
She stretches her arm and slashes as hard as she can. Her knife finds Emilia’s throat. The career’s arms loosened at the exact moment that her blood sprays straight into Arsinoe’s face, catching her eyes and mouth right before she closes both. All she feels is the taste of iron in her mouth and the hot, sticky liquid coating her hands, her face, neck and upper chest. It sticks in her hair and she just knows she’ll feel it under her nails for years to come.
Finally, Emilia Vatros falls on top of her, dead weight that Arsinoe knows she won’t be able to unfeel. She pushes the girl off and rolls onto her hands and knees, spitting and gasping for air. She looks at her hands and finally gives in to the urge to vomit.
But, still, she stands and looks around before a thought of dread floods her mind.
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It’s at exactly that moment that the sword is stabbed into her back.
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