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humofnight · 2 years
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no the only purpose of the ad feature is the bee script, my immortal, and hobbit love. dont proselytize. 🤨
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robotgirlfoxears · 1 year
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hot take: maybe making kids afraid of going to hell is bad for their mental health and development
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literary-potato · 1 month
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we are all butt dust
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fmk-polls · 5 months
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wolves-in-the-world · 6 months
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tags on krakenartificer's post about a leverage au where nate enters the priesthood but ends up running cons for people who come to him for help anyway:
#now i need a crossover episode of catholic priest nate who's still running leverage style shenanigans #with father brown [via @trivalentlinks]
thank you for making me stare at the wall in fascination and horror about this crossover
they'd be occasional allies occasional confidantes they'd go behind each other's backs once or twice and only kinda regret it. This nate hasn't gone through the same loss as in canon, but that wouldn't make him a whole lot softer, so he'd be fundamentally irritated with father brown - his tested and unshakeable belief and his optimism about the human condition - and father brown would be generally concerned about everyone on nate's end, and nate not the least of it. They'd play chess together and be fairly well-matched. They'd visit each other's confessionals to check in.
we'd get some interesting acknowledgement of father brown's "I'm nice and simple and harmless" grift (which I could also call power negativity) which is only kind of a grift because he really is that nice and harmless beneath, except that he uses it to get information from people.
flambeau would be utterly thrilled and (playfully?) insulted not to be father brown's only criminal associate.
the leverage crew would be correctly suspicious of flambeau, I think, but sophie would greet him by name - possibly with a kiss to the cheek, possibly eyeing him like he's a viper in their midst - and reference some very improbable occasion when they were after the same prize. He mentions she was using a different name then; he doesn't say what it was. Bonus points if he also had his eye on the dagger in the Rashomon Job but had the flu / was unexpectedly in prison / had to attend a grandmother's funeral at the time.
I have this certainty in my mind that the leverage crew would be largely dismissive of sid's abilities and he'd kind of snort and roll his eyes about it - he's at worst a common criminal and very lower class, so he's used to being understimated - and surprise them with his connections or lock-picking or holding his own in a brawl or fixing an elderly car in the quickest dirtiest way imaginable. (Parker would decide she likes him then; the others would be reassured after seeing how gentle he is when talking with her.) He'd also nope out of leverage's business at a sensible time, because father brown's rubbed off on him and he doesn't actually want that kind of danger - unless the con's personal.
(I'm not sure whether to set this in leverage time or drag it back to father brown's 1950s so I'm settling for mashing the two together and pretending it's not an issue. See also: geography.)
… father brown would have I think one harrowing conversation with eliot where they mention their time in the military, the marks that killing people and losing people leaves on a person - father brown already does this in canon, tells someone it's unfair that they're mired in trauma and alcoholism when he found his faith through trauma instead, it floored me - and after brushing on repentance and god here, he wouldn't bring it up with eliot again. (I think father brown varies on this in canon, frankly, but he often respects that kind of boundary, and I think he'd recognise a wound so sore it should be left to heal however it can.)
(yes I'm playing with fictional priests like barbie dolls but no I'm not comfortable with the conversion aspects, so apologies and bear with me while I skate on past that.)
(he'd describe eliot as a good person, once, or as someone working very hard at it. Eliot would be on edge about that for the entire con, finding a little too much uneasy satisfaction in getting to knock people out and play the bad guy - play at the simpler stuff he used to do. Sophie might catch father brown for a word about it; father brown wouldn't be that clumsy again.)
I think father brown and nate would both talk bunty out of getting involved in a joint kembleford-leverage operation except in the most innocent way possible. The problem is she actually would make a good getaway driver, and she's thrilled with the idea, but she's already had some run-ins with the press and the law and can't risk another; luckily she's better used as a distraction elsewhere.
and I'm sorry to do this, but I think lady felicia's husband would be a mark or potential mark at one point. It would be fraught.
(the main reason I haven't recommended father brown's heist episode (s7e10), aside from not having a background on the politics in it, is that it shows lady felicia as a victim and pulls the heist on her behalf. The show largely convinced me to ignore the messy reality of her and her husband's inherited wealth, but that episode made me kinda uncomfortable - which is a shame, because seeing these characters pull a heist was fucking great.)
mrs mccarthy would be used against her will or knowledge as a distraction while someone's pockets are picked. She isn't told until afterwards, and then only half by accident. She is, of course, horrified. Father brown was absolutely the one to suggest it in planning, but flambeau slips in mid-apology to smoothly take the blame.
I could in fact go on and this is in fact a problem.
editing to continue:
I'm actually thinking that father brown might approach eliot from an ex-military angle and not a Religious Authority angle at all - eliot was raised protestant, after all, and it's an entirely different vibe. And I have to think eliot's guarded around father brown for the very fact that he's a priest and seems to mean it in a way that nate, I feel, wouldn't. So they may avoid the topic entirely, or as close to it as they can when brushing on, well, eliot's entire moral injury situation. Which is good news for me.
bunty would admire parker for being different and capable and getting up to exciting things, though would probably fail at any attempts at friendship until she thinks to ask what parker likes doing and ends up learning to pick pockets that evening. The second those two are around buildings tall enough to rappel down she's in danger. (The second parker can slip away at night she's giving the church a go; father brown gives her a look the night before and quietly warns her about the dodgy roof.)
mrs mccarthy decides fairly quickly that hardison is a very nice young man (his nana instincts are online and functional) even if he spends far too much time on the wretched computer. She's determined to feed him and half the time he's determined to find ways to politely refuse, though the strawberry scones are actually pretty good.
she's appalled by eliot's job, and fiercely territorial of her kitchen when he offers help, even just cleaning up, but once she's seen him get in the way of trouble she's absolutely catching his arm and half hiding behind him in any crisis real or perceived. (She still doesn't approve of him.)
lady felicia sees hardison and eliot as two very different kinds of novelties and does some talking to hardison about tech (mostly listening and marveling) and some quietly ogling both of them, and especially eliot once she's seen him fighting. (Eliot unfortunately turned on his charm when he realised she sort of expected it. She doesn't get to chat with charming southern gents all that often - it's very shallow, and she's not serious about it.)
thank goodness bunty's too young for eliot so I don't have to go there. He has to tuck her out of sight in a barn at some point when trouble's headed their way; when the mess is almost cleaned up and she's grabbed a rifle from somewhere to tell the the remaining goon to clear off, with every appearance of competence, eliot takes it from her and disarms it with a smear of blood under his nose and a slightly betrayed expression.
hardison and sid get along, aside from a little initial insecurity on the parker front, and get to bitch a bit about flambeau, who hardison mistrusts from the start.
flambeau... he admires parker, from a distance - professionally and not very effusively - but after he watches her work for a while he seems to realise who she was trained by, and tells her as much. He says he was too, for a very short time, and it's unclear if he'd gain anything from making it up. Says that he and archie had a difference of opinion - and has a way of saying it that implies there might have been fire involved.
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sforzesco · 2 years
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ASCANIO MARIA SFORZA
oof, this is going to be an adventure to go through, but let’s get started!
there’s something incredibly fascinating to me about how Ascanio shows up at so many interesting and pivotal points of history, it’s almost impossible to find a text that covers either Rome or Milan in the later half of the quattrocento that doesn’t cite the Marco Pellegrini biography on him.
this part about his name specifically really makes the gears in my brain turn like goddamn, I really can’t escape mention of the gens Julia, but the Aeneas/gens Julia talk juxtaposed with the Virgin Mary sure is a lot
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Ascanio Maria Sforza. La parabola politica di un cardinale – principe del Rinascimento, Marco Pellegrini
especially with the push for Ascanio to be made cardinal for the usual political reasons
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Politics and Dynasty: Underaged Cardinals, 1420-1605, Jennifer Mara DeSilva
but along with the ancestral scheming, conspiracy, and a preference towards war over the political machinations of the cardinalate, and excelling at both is something that has my attention in a vice grip, especially when compared to other cardinals with military tendencies, like Cesare Borgia or Federico di Sanseverino
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Popes, Cardinals and War: The Military Church in Renaissance and Early Modern Europe, David Chambers
and FINALLY: the background image he’s laying on is an illustration I did after Andrea del Sarto’s Madonna of the Harpies, the dagger he has in hand is in reference to the hidden dagger he kept in his baton of command
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Popes, Cardinals and War: The Military Church in Renaissance and Early Modern Europe, David Chambers
and my personal choice for illustration isn’t based off of any portrait of him that exists, but instead I’ve scrambled together an image based off of several of his siblings because oh do the Visconti-Sforzas of Milan have me thinking thoughts all the time, constantly, and I haven’t even gotten to Ascanio as a patron of the arts.
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astrangerlately · 2 years
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myukuw · 8 months
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howldean · 2 years
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jimmy and amelia are talking and she calls him like jamie or something as a nickname and he just goes "aw that's what the boys at conversion therapy used to call me! gosh, that brings me back" and then continues on like nothing happened
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andthebeanstalk · 7 months
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Terrible news, everyone, it turns out I may just be gay and messy and disabled, and I am going to just be existing as a human does and occasionally making mistakes and I just have to learn to be cool with that, and this means that the state of constant directionless guilt I feel some days/weeks/periods of my life is actually probably/definitely/absolutely a trauma thing!
(Family/societal/ex-Catholic/whatever-kinda trauma, it doesn't matter the specifics right now. - Though I DO feel like maybe IT ISN'T COOL to teach your children that God will only allow them into the kingdom of heaven if they feel BAD ENOUGH FOR THEIR SINS, but whatEVER--)
But what DOES matter most right now is that, apparently, this deeply engrained sense of compulsory self-flagellation serves no purpose and is probably just a result of being the target of both institutional and personal gaslighting that convinced me any small mistake would have severe consequences, especially social and emotional consequences. Living in constant fear of making a single small error is not healthy. I have more thoughts on this, but listen-- or don't-- I don't mind, really. Do what makes you happy and comfortable. I insist.
(You ever not been sorry for something, but in order to escape someone yelling at you, you pretend to be sorry instead? I wonder at how often my own family has required this performance of me, again and again, while my wife and friends never do. This Christmas will be the first one I don't spend with my biological family in 29 years - which is to say, my lifetime. Which... I have yet to tell them. Not looking forward to THAT, I tell you what! But I AM looking forward to holidays chilling with my wife while not being traumatizeddddd! *airhorn noises* 🎉✌🎄)
Anyway it's terrible news because it means I have to like, do a lot of therapy and a lot of grieving at some point in the future and yada Yadda ydada. But also like. Good news, I guess, because then I would be carrying that much less mental trauma-weight around all the time. And I know from experience the massive positive difference that makes for me over time, but also ...
Increasingly irrelevant news in the present moment because my edibles and sleeping meds just hit soooooo
- PEACE ✌
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satans-poptarts · 3 months
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ok but kneeling at church sucked so bad. i hated kneeling at church
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redmoss-catshark · 2 months
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I need a universal remote to pause time in this very moment so that I can take the rest of the year to clean, finish projects, do all my schoolwork and dumb confirmations essays, and then just relax and enjoy the peace for a moment, before resuming my day.
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literary-potato · 8 months
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is there a patron saint of the housing crisis?
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niceferatu · 10 months
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someone's just blazed an absolute nightmare of a post onto my dash (one that reflects my religious trauma in a way far too close for comfort) and I'm being saved from a small breakdown by how funny I find the choice to tag 'bbc sherlock' combined with the concept of 'humility month'
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wardogsong · 10 months
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Faith is something that seemingly died between Frank's fingers but its corpus still clouds under his nails. Does he have an opinion about the work he's undertaken? Does he fear some nebulous judgement or is confident that he's doing the right thing, that maybe he is, in fact, on the side of the angels?
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inbox headcanons || always accepting
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SEEMINGLY is precisely the right word here. Frank's faith appears to be dead or abandoned or even just long-forgotten. This is a picture he paints whenever he's questioned on all the little habits and bits of knowledge that mark him as Catholic. There's almost always a cross and a Saint on the same chain that holds his and Maria's wedding bands. He recognizes and names the Saint days and their celebrations and has more than just a glancing knowledge of all those things taught to good boys and girls in catechism and First Communion prep. Why would it be otherwise, right? He's only an Italian from Bayside, Queens; brought up right in The Sacred Heart of Jesus.
And yet he tends to speak of these things in the past tense. Is he a Catholic? Once, he'll say. The old habits aren't anything current, he doesn't darken confessionals with his presence or go to mass or take the eucharist. Whether or not the man prays is it's own mystery. But it's the something grim in the air about him when he does gruffly and shortly answer those kinds of questions that suggests faith is a thing of the past for him.
And it is. And it isn't.
The thing about his understanding of faith is that it's a belief— a trusting, in someone or something not yet proven. You have faith your buddy's coming to your wedding from three states away when he says he will, despite the last minute invite and his notorious flakiness; even though you don't see him book the flights. He's gonna come through for YOU just because. You have faith in a Trojan pack of rubbers not to screw you and make you the 1% they fail when you're just trying to have a good time. What are even the odds? They say right there on the pack, 99% effective. They DO fail. Others. But you have faith it won't be YOU. At least enough faith to buy 'em and keep 'em handy.
You have faith— once upon a time, in a God you've been hearing about for as long as you can remember and whose world-saving death is enshrined all over your house and body, even though you've never met the guy.
And then you get deployed into actual combat. And all those hours and hours and days and weeks and months of training just don't prepare you for the REAL feeling of blood making your hands sticky as it dries way too quickly for the quantity thanks to the arid climate— and all the wiping on your uniform's not quite good enough to make the feeling go away and stop distracting you. You see men die. Enemy men and not. People you were JUST riding with in a janky old humvee that has now survived more wars than they have and you understand in a sudden split-second that this place you've come to could make anyone lose their minds. Even you.
And if you are Frank Castle, that is the moment when the great He makes himself known to you. You feel Him there with you like a brother's hand on your shoulder— BETTER, like a cloak that wraps around you and lessens the buzzing and the ringing of the chaos all around you, calming it all into something you could take a stroll right through and never get too much more than a scratch.
You feel His PEACE and you KNOW it is God— and once you KNOW, can it ever be called FAITH again?
Or is it a word too lacking and incomplete for the concrete thing that you have felt touch you with it's own hands and could never be doubted or questioned again?
You don't BELIEVE in God. You KNOW Him. He has touched you and you have seen his shadow.
Does he have an opinion about the work he's undertaken?
"What I do I just do. It's out of necessity."
"I think that the people I kill need killing."
"I think there's no good in the filth that I put down, that's what I think."
"I think that this world, it needs men that are willing to make the hard call."
"I hit 'em and they stay down. It's permanent. I make sure that they don't make it out on the street again. I take pride in that."
Frank's opinion is only too easily summarized in all that he tells Daredevil on that rooftop that he chains him to. One bad day is his motivation. What he also calls his moment of clarity. Here he is sharing space with one of New York City's heroes, but where was this guy when his family was getting gunned down and killed while trying to have a picnic in Central Park? Where were any of the oh so popular capes and costumes that have gotten so common that it feels like there's one for every corner of the city?
Frank assumes they were all doing what they're always appearing to do, walking old ladies across streets for publicity and boy scout badges, and occasionally doing the NYPD's job for them and rounding up petty criminals for another ride on the legal carousel that spits them back out a little too easily.
He thinks what's really needed is a soldier. Someone like him. Someone who will make that hard call and has the training to back it up. What does it mean for him biblically? He doesn't know but he's wondered plenty. God doesn't appear to be stopping him in any way that he can decipher. Was God involved in him getting out of that hospital bed that held him when they pulled his plug? Could He have sanctioned this?
Furthermore; could He have made him for this? He FEELS made for it. Not quite an avenging angel. Just a man blessed or cursed and tasked and let loose on the world. A plague.
Does he fear some nebulous judgement or is confident that he's doing the right thing, that maybe he is, in fact, on the side of the angels?
Frank doesn't fear Judgement Day at all. He's not in any particular rush to get there, but he's not afraid of it either. There's even some curiosity towards seeing for himself how his life is measured and weighed. He is VERY MUCH confident that he's doing the right thing though. He wouldn't be doing it without that self-assurance. One does not just lightly get their hands on enough military-grade weaponry to be considered a one-man army and go to war on home soil without that security. Does he think himself on the side of the angels? Maybe. Too many people forget that there were angelic armies— that angels carry swords and can be warriors. They too can wreak havoc and destruction when commanded to.
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Being a noncanonical fear and hunger introject is so silly especially because I was an enemy to like. Fight. Rather than someone actively losing their mind in the dungeon so all of my source memories are really fucking silly from my end even if they're objectively terrifying. I love being a false angel of varying levels of physical horror who offers false comfort and feeds off of the sanity of my victims and eats their souls when they finally lose it. D'arce was my fave to harass cuz she was like fear and hunger catholic. She looked at me like I was going to kill her just for looking at me she was so much fun because she'd be afraid but in the biblical sense. I love d'arce so much if I could see her again I'd give her a biiiiiiig kiss on the forehead I love you babygirl (platonically) -Abe (silly lil funger fictive)
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