by blood anyway. not into religion

The first sin you commit is when you meet his eyes for the first time and your heart falls to your stomach. Your hands and lips fall loose, blood rushes to your cheeks. The devil stares back at you in all of his glory and you are parched for a taste of his religion.

The second sin you commit is when you talk about him with all of your friends. You’re going to try and convince them that he’s good for you and they won’t agree, but you were never going to listen to them anyways. He’s sitting inside your head with his fingers plunged inside your brain.

The third sin you commit is when you stand in front of the mirror and scold yourself for what you ate for dinner. You’re never going to fit into that dress that you brought specifically for him to like now, are you?

The fourth sin you commit is when you sacrifice your standards to meet his. You like the attention that he makes you beg for, because you have convinced yourself that nobody is going to want you like him. You are a victim of desperation and loneliness and he acts like he has never felt either of those things.

The fifth sin you commit is when you become an addict. All you ever think about is him. You’ll wonder if he thinks about you too, already knowing the answer. You’ll try to master the art of analyzing his behavior because he works like a cycle. The thought is going to bother you, but of course, you’re going to ignore it because your addiction will blind you.

The sixth sin you commit is when you say that you love him. You don’t. What you feel is not love. What you feel is toxic. What you feel will lead you to break, because love is not meant to bruise you more than it is meant to treat you with care. Sharp edges of his teeth are piercing apart your skin and you’re still begging for him to kiss you, don’t you get it?

The seventh sin you commit is when you admit to yourself that you were never going to be enough for him anyways. You’ll belittle yourself by calling yourself naive and it’ll drive you insane. You’ll count your flaws and suffocate. He’s going to sit back and watch you drown. You’re still madly going to hope that he’ll save you. He won’t.


So, a week or so ago I made a post about wanting to learn about Finn’s parentage. Naturally, as with seemingly most posts about Finn that get more than a hundred notes a couple of comments were posted that derailed my post from its original intent.

Sure, some were worse than others, but even the ones that might have been posted with no ill intent still held a similar message: Finn doesn’t need to learn about his parents.

Let’s just ignore the fact that this fandom has been borderline obsessed with Rey’s parentage for over a year now and at no point have I seen anyone say that she doesn’t need to know who her parents are because “She found family in Finn” or whatever because that bit of hypocrisy is a discussion for another post.

No, what this post is going to be about has more to do with why I want Finn to learn about his parents after I got yet another person pleading the case for why Finn doesn’t need parents on that post. Because it actually goes just a bit deeper for me then just wanting Finn to have blood relatives of his own.

You see…I’m black. African American specifically, and like many people who are a part of the African diaspora I don’t know exactly where my ancestors originally hailed from. I don’t know what their culture was like, what religions they practiced, the languages they spoke etc. And being disconnected from that part of my heritage has always kinda left me with a hurt feeling in my chest.

Now let me be clear for a moment and say that black people aren’t a monolith so this thing that I’m describing is not something every black person has experienced or can relate to. I’m just talking about my experiences.
But anyway back to my point. Finn getting a chance to meet his parent(s) is more than just him getting reconnected with his blood relatives. 

Because if/when Finn meets his parents is the moment he gets to learn about what planet he’s from. What his planet’s culture is like, what language they speak, how they view or practice the Force and a number of other things and experiences that Finn will get a chance to reconnect to.

Finn reconnecting with his planet and his culture after getting ripped away from it when he was young and forced to assimilate into an oppressive and abusive regime would be pretty incredible to see and that’s why Finn meeting his parents is so important to me.

I’m sure your comments on how Finn doesn’t need parents and that Rey and Poe are his family now have good intentions, but they really aren’t needed.

she’s divinity, remember. she holds religion in the spaces between her fingers. one of them will brush your lips, careful, gently; her eyes will be playful; her mouth will twist into something beautiful yet deadly, enough to knock you to your knees. all you know is the gods that cry gold; her blood seems to bleed black. does it matter? you succumb to the power within her anyway.

she’s savagery, understand. she held the sky up to let rain fall more violently to the ground. her nails scratch at your parched lips; she wounds you, makes you bleed, but her eyes light up with the thrill of the hunt. are goddesses meant to be so wild? you can’t be sure, but it doesn’t seem to matter: she’s chosen her prey already, either way.

she’s elegance, see. her smile has brought hell from above but it is still beautiful, somehow. she has seen death in all its brutal forms, but she stands tall regardless. she isn’t a queen, she’ll tell you, but she’ll laugh, charmed. you know she is not a queen, though. why would you ever have had to ask? hers is a divine evil; she wears the golden laurel of an immortal, after all.

she’s destruction, you know. she holds religion in the spaces between her fingers, the sort of divine power intended to make mortals like you bow before her. you always bow before her, you’re beginning to find; you aren’t sure anymore if you like the feeling of her fist around your heart or if you’re just waiting until the day she finally kills you.

she’s chaos, of course. she creates and then she destroys. you didn’t really think it could last, did you?

—  a foolish, achingly mortal mistake, isn’t it? | t.c.

10 SONGS AND 10 MUTUALS – rules: put your playlist on shuffle, write down the first 10 songs and tag 10 mutuals. tagged by aj aka “renlys an asshole but i love him anyway” @lesbiansorgana 😘

1. ride by lana
2. music to watch boys to by lana (again i kno)
3. bad religion by frank ocean
4. blood by kendrick
5. welcome to the get down from the get down lol
6. moonlight by ariana (aka my love song bye)
7. boyfriend by big time rush (the best song ever?)
8. all i want by kodaline (this is my safe song lol???)
9. toxic by our lord and savior britney bitch
10. bad girls by m.i.a.
11. (bc i just love this song so much) i could fall in love by selena

i’m too scared to tag my other mutuals besides @sebanstianstan but pls do this mutuals and tag me in it

A Brief Guide to the Religions of 'Game of Thrones'

Our long wait is (almost) over. A year after the Season 5 finale that launched a thousand fan theories, Game of Thrones is preparing to enter new territory in its sixth season, which debuts Sunday, April 24 on HBO. For the first time in its history, the series will venture completely off book, as the writers have lapped the release of author George R.R. Martin’s final two novels. So now, both readers and newbies will be on the same proverbial page when we return to Westeros, Dorne, and points beyond.

As viewers count down the days to Game of Thrones’ return, we here at Yahoo TV are launching our official countdown: #GoTIsComing. Check back here every day over the next month as we explore all of our favorite (and a few of our least favorite) people, places, and things about television’s most addictive show. From Direwolves and Dragons to the shows most hideous deaths and imperiled characters, we’re going to indulge or GoT obsession with the same fervor that Cersei imbibes alcohol. So raise a glass and toast the impending arrival of a long, cruel, and bloody Westerosi winter.


As loyal as the characters of Game of Thrones are to their houses, so too are many to their religions. A prime example is Melisandre, a priestess of the Lord of Light, who burns people alive on the stake as offerings to her god. There’s the High Sparrow, who leads an ultra-pious, fanatic faction of the Faith of Seven, the dominant religion in Westeros.

Religions and beliefs look to play major roles in the upcoming sixth season of Game of Thrones. Will Melisandre use her magic to resurrect Jon Snow? Will the High Sparrow continue to hold dominion over King’s Landing against the Lannisters? Season 6 sees the return of Bran Stark, whose abilities may come from the Old Gods of the Forest.

Here’s a rundown of the various religions in the world of Game of Thrones, and which characters practice them:


The Old Gods of the Forest

The ancient Children of the Forest, and then later the First Men, believed that spirits inhabited nature — the trees, the rivers, the stones. The followers of the Old Gods were mostly wiped out with the introduction of the Faith of the Seven (see below), but it was still practiced in the North, as well as by the Wildlings. Ned Stark kept his faith, and his son, Bran, displays the magical abilities associated with it — warging and greensight (prophetic dreaming).

The Faith of the Seven

Westeros was conquered by people from the East, called Andals, who brought their belief in a god of seven faces, each representing a different aspect of life. For example, the Father represented justice and judgement, while the Mother stood for fertility and peace. Major Houses in the south of Westeros retained a septa, while the High Septon led the entire faith. In Season 5, the High Sparrow achieved that position when his cult-like faction gained multitudes of followers. The Sparrows believe that nobles and peasants are equal in the eyes of the gods, and wish to purge society of sinful excesses.

The Drowned God

The religion practiced on the Iron Islands justifies their culture of raiding, pillaging, and killing. A boy is not considered a man until he has killed his first enemy. Their beliefs emphasize men, so it is surprising that Yara Greyjoy has risen to command her own ship and soldiers.


The Lord of Light

This religion is widespread among the cities in Essos. As the priestess Melisandre explains, there are two gods: R’hilor, the god of fire and light and love and joy, and a god of darkness, evil, and fear. The rituals in this faith involves fire — thus, Melisandre burns false idols and even people as offerings. She burns Stannis Baratheon’s daughter, Shireen, in a sacrifice of king’s blood, but his army is defeated by the Boltons, anyway. Priests can also revive dead people, as we saw Thoros of Myr do to Beric Dondarrion in Season 3. There is a mythical figure in the lore of the Lord of the Light — the Prince That Was Promised, who would be reborn to fight the coming darkness. Perhaps Jon Snow is a possible candidate?

The Many-Faced God

The believers of this faith worship only Death, believing it to be the one link among all the religions across the lands. It is practiced by the Faceless Men, a cult of assassins that Arya Stark is trying to join. Their temple is the House of Black and White. The Faceless Men believe death is a gift, and they are simply helping people achieve it. To that end, they consider themselves “no one,” completely devoid of personal desires.

The Great Stallion

The Dothraki believe in this deity above all others. The stars make up the Great Stallion’s khalasar, so when the Dothraki die, their bodies are burned so that their spirits may rise up to the heavens. There is a prophesy that a child, “The Stallion Who Mounts the World,” will be born to unite all of the Dothraki. Daenerys Targaryen believed it to be her unborn son, but he died in the womb.

Other Religions

Numerous other faiths are mentioned in the books as being practiced in the cities of Essos, like the Moonsingers of Braavos. It’s possible some of them may come up in later seasons.

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Your body is a temple
and he’ll get down on his knees
but you’ll be the one praying
Jesus can’t save you now
because you’re wearing a cross necklace
but you’re not wearing a shirt
and religion works in churches
not in unisex public restrooms
so how do you feel God between your legs?
Or maybe it’s the devil,
you’re not sure if you care
When you were young you went to church and pretended wine was blood
and now you pretend blood is wine
You believe in pregnant virgins and resurrection
but you never thought it’d be his tongue that brought you back to life
You might as well use the bible pages to wipe up your cum
You might as well get nailed on the cross
(if you know what I mean)
God forgives,
but do you?
And do you want him to?
Doesn’t it feel so good to sin?
Daddy didn’t raise his little girl like this
You’re a fallen angel and it’s under his tongue that you collapse
You’re supposed to talk to God, not scream out his name in bed
Your hands are for praying,
get them away from your thighs
This is not holy
even though it feels that way
Are angels’ wings for flying or are they keeping them from touching themselves?
Why are the lines so blurred between science and sin?
If God didn’t want you to do this then why does it feel like the heaven that you can’t get into anymore?
Thou shall not seek pleasure in your body
Thou shall prop it up untouched like a symbol of purity
You’re seventeen and wearing your childhood innocence like a halo,
but when your head hits the pillow, it cracks
(no more white wedding)
(the gates to heaven are locked)
“Your body is a temple but you let him burn it down”
No, your body is a body
it’s skin and bones and flesh
and Jesus didn’t save you
You did that yourself
If there’s a God, it’s you
They’ll write stories about you one day
Not the space between your legs
or the boys you brought to bed
or the girls you kissed to wash the word “abomination” out of your mouth
The devil is not below you
He swims inside your blood
while God lives inside your bones
You’re bigger than them both
So if a ring on your finger makes the hand inside you okay
then break them off
You’re meant to have claws, anyway
—  In the case of Sex vs. Religion, the court finds religion guilty in attempted shame of sex (alternatively titled “I am not Mary, I am so much more)

When she offers you her lips,
Feast on them.
You have starved yourself in waiting
For just the right moment –
All you are now is hungry.

You found each other like this:
Neither one wanting to break the silence,
To taste the first bite of new conversation,
Out of fear that it would be
More bitter than you’d expected,
after all that time.

And didn’t she find you there, shivering?
Didn’t she gather you up into her arms,
Her thumb tracing lines from freckle to freckle,
Drawing the diamonds
Over and over on your upper arm?
And didn’t it just kill you,
How close she was?

My god, you’re full of stars!
Oh, darling, when I tasted your blood
I had the universe on my tongue.
Oh, darling, I keep searching for heaven
Up above, where we always point to it,
But there are only planets.
I always imagined it would be white and glittering,
But there is only night sky.

When she offers you her body,
Worship it.
Since there is nothing up there except the sky,
Sin, and sin again.
Make her your religion 
And set yourself on fire as sacrifice.

—  heaven must be beyond the universe, you, but I cannot move on (s.b.l.)

anonymous asked:

hi so in cohf,there was a scene with simon being able to touch a cross because it was "the wrong religion",and that made me think,what if there was an atheist vampire? Would they still be burned by a cross or any religious symbol? Would they be immune to them??


Well, Simon, being Jewish, is burned by Jewish symbols, like when he’s locked in the cell in Alicante, and when his mum paints them all over the door when she throws him out. He also can’t say the name of God. And Raphael, a Catholic, only manages to wear his crucifix and say the name of God by sheer force of will. He permanently scarred himself with the cross and choked up blood in his early attempts to say ‘Dios.’ But I think at some point Camille says the reason she is able to say God is because of a loss of faith. She stopped believing and it allowed her to say it. So it would seem like if the person was atheist they’d be able to say it. Or maybe, because the belief that vampires are burned by religion is such a ingrained belief, they’d be burned by it anyway until they were able to overcome that belief? In CoHF (I think) Simon manages to say God for the first time because he says it in another language and didn’t realise that it meant ‘God’. So once he didn’t realise there was a barrier of some kind there, it didn’t affect him at all.

I think it’s interesting to note that vampires are unable to walk across consecrated ground, and in SRS Raphael burns himself again running across a cemetery. But in CoA they bury Simon in a Jewish cemetery and Raphael seems to have no problem being there. You could interpret that as something else Raphael has trained himself to be able to do, like wearing the cross, or maybe it’s because it’s a Jewish cemetery and not a Catholic one so, like Simon not being burned by the cross, it didn’t affect him.

anonymous asked:

Sadly it took me 17 years on this earth to find out that people outside of Greece practice Hellenism. When will you white people ever stop appropriating our culture. Hellenism is a religion bound to Greece, our history, blood, language and culture. Things you will never be part of. Or be able to properly practice since the traditions are BOUND to places in Greece. The gods will never respect your ugly xeno blood anyway, but not like you'll ever learn, even if a native tells you that.

Ah, great. Very Anon, much brave. But, like with every single ask I get, I will answer it with respect and information. Ancient Hellenic society was notoriously strict about who was part of it and who was not. If you were not a citizen, you were either a doûlos–slave–or a métoikos, more commonly referred to as ‘metic’. All three classes had their parts to play in Classical Hellas. In Athens, about half of the population were doûloi and métoikoi. Métoikoi were citizens of other Hellenic cities and beyond who came to Athens because of the unique opportunities the metropolis offered. Doûloi who bought their freedom also became métoikoi. Because of their skill sets, métoikoi were welcomed with open arms in Athens, but they very rarely became neutralized citizens; the best they could hope for was to become an isoteleia. As an isoteleia, they were freed from the liabilities the métoikoi had. Former slaves never received either status; isoteleia or citizen.

In Athens, métiokoi, while welcomed, were disadvantaged from the get-go. They had to register their status within a month of arrival. They had no political influence, were not entitled to governmental aid in case of emergencies, the could own no farm land or real estate unless they were given special permission by the government, and they were not allowed to procure a contract with the government to work the mines. They were, however, expected to enter the army, and pay taxes if they were wealth enough, like citizens. On top of that, they also had to pay a métoikoi poll tax–the metoikon–which was twelve drachmas ($ 720,-) a year for men and six for women, as well as another special tax–xenikon telos–if they wanted to set up a stall in the market place.

Like doûloi, métiokoi did have access to the judicial system; they could both prosecute others and be prosecuted themselves. Unlike citizens and very much like slaves, métiokoi were not allowed to represent themselves; they needed a citizen to vouch for them–a sponsor, called prostates. For a freed slave the sponsor was automatically his former owner. Métiokoi were entitled to take part in religious ceremony. Like slaves but unlike citizens, métiokoi could be made to undergo judicial torture. The penalties for killing a métiokoi were not as severe as for killing a citizen. Although doûlos could become métiokoi, it was fairly easy for métiokoi to become doûloi; a failure to pay the metoikon tax, not finding a citizen sponsor, causing trouble, marrying a citizen or claiming to be a citizen themselves could all cost them their status.

The term ‘métiokos’ began to lose its distinctive legal status in fourth century BC, when métiokoi were allowed to act in the court without a prostates, and came to an end in Athens, when the purchase of citizenship became very frequent. Until that time, citizenship was a guarded treasure. While citizens, métiokoi and doûloi were indistinguishable in appearance and behavior, society functioned largely on their separation.

Outside of Athens, métiokoi were not treated as equally. Of all the poleis, only Corinth had a decently seized population of métiokoi. Their legal status is unknown, however. In Sparta and Crete, foreigners were hardly ever allowed to stay.

Many famous contributors to Athenian culture and Hellenic history–like the philosopher Aristotle and the painter Polygnotos–were not Athenian citizens. Many builders of temples, as well as some of the richest businessmen and women weren’t Athenian citizens. Egyptians, Cypriots and Phoenicians, all came to Athens and founded their own districts, with temples in which they could pray to their own Gods.

As for worshipping the ancient Hellenic Gods: in the religious sphere all métiokoi were able to participate in the festivals central to the life of the city, except for some roles that were limited to citizens. Only citizens could be priests, for example. In ancient Hellas, the role of priest(ess) was a largely temporary, governmental, function. The profession of priest could be bought, and usually only lasted a few years at best. Minding a temple was almost exactly like minding a house; clean-up, clean-up, clean-up. In fact, religious celebrations weren’t led by the priest(ess), but by the magistrate or other high ranking government official. The sole task of the priest(ess) was the animal sacrifice, but that was vitally important.

Now, as for the Hellenic Gods being somehow bound to Greece—many, if not all members of the Hellenic pantheon were imported into it from other places or the remnants of older religions. Zeus is the Greek continuation of ’*Di̯ēus’, the name of the Proto-Indo-European God of the daytime sky, Hera most likely already existed for the pre-Hellenic people who moved into the area. Archaeologists suspect that Athena, Médousa and Poseidon found their origins in Libya. They came to Hellas through Crete at the dawn of Hellas. In the beginning of Her rein, Athena may have been a snake and fertility Goddess and Poseidon solely a God of horses. Scholars have long suspected that Dionysus is in fact a fusion of a local Greek nature God and another more potent God imported rather late in Greek pre-history from Phrygia (the central area of modern day Turkey) or Thrace. Aphrodite’s oldest non-Greek temple lay in the Syrian city of Ascalon where she was known as Ourania, an obvious reference to Astarte. I really could go on and on and on.

Anon, I understand your frustration. In this time of economic hardship and foreign interference in your country, the last thing you are open to is the—what you consider—appropriation of your ancient Gods. But here is the thing: the ancient Hellenes were open to allowing non-Hellenes to worship the ancient Gods because they understood that the Theoi appreciate worship—from anyone. It is Their due share; a sign of respect as shown in The Odysseia. The colour of my skin has nothing to do with my ability to worship the ancient Hellenes. Even in ancient times, people of all skin colours worshipped the ancient Hellenic Gods, after all. My blood has nothing to do with my ability to worship the ancient Hellenic Gods. Not even my language has anything to do with my ability to worship the Theoi, although I do think practicing in ancient (not modern, ancient) Greek is important. As it stands, no one is able to practice at most of the ancient monuments in Greece, Turkey, Spain or anywhere else that the ancient Hellenistic empire reached, so that also does not stand between us.

All I am doing, Anon, is giving worship, love and respect to the same Gods you pray to, something that the ancients would have allowed me to do (disregarding the fact that I am a woman here). Why don’t you?

Hannibal Rewatch Recap: 2x13

**Warning: rewatch blogging, written with knowledge of the full series

Hey look at this cool verb definition of “welter” I didn’t know existed.

Alright so on that note…..

Season 2, Episode 13: “Mizumono”

Dr. Hannibal Lecter stands in his shadow-drawn office and writes Jack a pretty invitation to his death.

“Dr. Hannibal Lecter requests the pleasure of my company for dinner,” Jack reads to Will.

There is a fabulous bit of editing where we turn to Will sitting across from Jack, but listening to Hannibal. When we return to Will again he’s now in Hannibal’s office. Very neat, very very neat.

Hannibal, feeling nostalgic apparently, is all “if these chairs could talk….” He poetically starts going on about, well, poetry. And molecules and carbon and blood and emptiness and me and you, undeterred by the impeccable flatness of Will’s “flat announcements of disaster.”

They look like murder sprites or something. So angular and inky eyed.

I know everyone has expressed their delight/nerves over the ticking clock that fills this soundscape, but somehow I don’t think I’ve seen anyone mention the spins of a fishing reel. And I am aaaalll about that reel, ‘bout that reel, oh baby.

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anonymous asked:

I know you give Libertarians a hard time, but did you hear that their only candidate for the US Senate in Florida is an occultist who ritualistically slaughtered a goat and drank its blood, has incorporated Fascist imagery into his campaign, is an outspoken advocate of eugenics, has the support of neo-Nazis and the KKK, and wants to start a violent civil war in the name of his Pagan religion. Oh, yeah, and his name is Augustus So Invictus which means "Unconquerable Sun God".

This kind of feels like you started a joke and then forgot what you were doing. Anyway, fuck libertarians.