• Random church dude: And here lies Sun Wukong, the monkey faunus from the team named after him, or the giant ball of gas in space. May he rest in peace.
  • Neptune: Why did he have to die?! He was so young and had so much more to do in his life!
  • Sage: Don't worry Nep, I'm sure he's in a better place now.
  • Scarlet: Yeah, I bet he's on a beach where the sand don't get in your shoes or between your toes. Prolly stealin' bananas or something.
  • Neptune: *Sniff sniff* Yeah you guys are right.
  • Sun: *Walks up and puts elbow on Neptune's shoulder, taking a sip from his coffee* So what's up, who died?
  • Neptune: Ghost! *Dives out a window*
Burning Church

He trusted in the scripture her lips had written on the parchment of his soul. A pure heart laid upon the altar of hope sacrificed in the hands of temptation. A once beautiful sanctuary incinerated- left sifting silently through the solitary ashes.

She brought the match as close to his heart as she could striking at the core of innocence and romantic dreams. Flames of passion and desire ringing high- he was left burning in the fire she set with her lying eyes.

Written on her palms was “I’ll never leave,” imprisoning his heart with every rose laid at his feet, while her fingernails dug deep graves in Satan’s back. His hands worshipped her whole being, believing in holiness. Even built a home around her impurities, expecting salvation.

Lost in this church of lies, once a bright light of hope breaking through the colored panes. Only a shattered reflection remains in the hallowed empty space where darkness carved her name-
A casualty to his own will, wandering the wasted lands, promises unfulfilled.

A man brought to his knees, risen in her confession, cleansing his hands of guilt created within his own mind. Forgiveness given only unto his own heart for its blind ignorance brought upon this pain- the rusted chains broken, laid upon the doorstep of this prison.

Casting a covenant between himself and his barely beating heart promising to glue the broken pieces back and create a memorial to ameliorate the sting of each lash she whipped across his back; so his mind may never forget, so his heart can forgive.

A collaboration between @cryptictalk and @denmysterywoman

Thank you @denmysterywoman
For helping through my first collaboration, luckily she knows some stuff about the internets…or it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

It’s been long enough now that my dad and I basically never discuss the church or why I left or problems with it. I was so young when I left and still entrenched in the culture in so many ways that I had a harder time explaining myself than I feel I would now, years later, long after the questions have stopped and have been replaced by a solid and intentional silence, like a misplaced piece of furniture we all have to scoot around.

Which is a shame now, because now the hypocrisy is clearer than ever. I can see it in a way I was afraid to before.

I remember my dad teaching us, constantly, over and over like a song stuck on repeat, the definition of lying. A definition that came directly from a conference talk. The official church approved definition of lying. “Lying is any communication with the intent to deceive.”

Dad would hit home how this meant that omission is a lie. How half truths are lies. How body language could be a lie. That whole “well, technically I was telling the truth” thing didn’t sail with him. He was much clearer on what honesty was.

He is also, among my family, the biggest apologist for the church. The least likely to criticize and the most likely to pull out terrible rationalization and mental gymnastics in response to criticisms or contradictions.

A big part of my problem with the church as the years have gone on is how obvious it is that The Church Lies. How clearly intentionally deceptive so many of their teachings are.

And my dad is and was always the most likely person to go, “but, technically…”

And I just want to say to him, “A lie is any communication with the intent to deceive”

Because he taught me that.

And whatever loopholes you can create to justify the church’s omissions and obfuscations, the intent is obvious. They intend to keep truths from people. They intend to deceive.

My dad taught me how to spot the lies of the church in a lesson straight from the church itself.

Imagine (8) - GLEE

Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: Could you do a Hunter Clarington x reader one, where the reader is on the New Directions and so they have to sneak around in order to be together?

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Hunter Clarington

Oh Hunter Clarington, where do you even begin…

It started out when the New Directions’ Nationals Trophy was stolen by The Warblers. Everyone thought that Sebastian was being an ass yet again and sent Blaine along with Sam on a mission to retrieve the trophy.

When they returned with the trophy in their hands, Blaine had informed everyone that Sebastian was no longer the captain of the Warblers and proceeded to show the glee members a photo of Hunter.

He tried to entice me to join back the Warblers,” said Blaine. 

He looks straight up evil,” remarked Kitty.

Screw that perfect jawline and dreamy eyes,” you thought. He was your type.

To hell with Glee Politics. You weren’t going to allow anyone to get in your way of hooking up with your ideal guys. High school period was when you were supposed to be young, wild and free.

When Blaine was busy gawking at Kurt who had returned from New York for a small visit, you took the opportunity to ‘borrow’ his cellphone and searched for Hunter’s number. Just as you expected, he indeed had it.

You took the liberty of texting Hunter, and to your surprise, he wasn’t an ass as he made himself to be in front of the New Directions. You went out with him for frequent coffee dates, of course without the knowledge of the New Directions members. You clicked, and you began casually dating.

“Remember, rehearsals on Sunday,” Mr Schue announced before the start of our Glee practice.

“I can’t make it,” you raised your arms and informed everyone. Sunday was when you were meeting Hunter. Everyone gave you skeptical looks. 

“Why not?” Sam asked.

“I have church,” you lied. 

“It’s uh, urgent. Tina could fill me in,” you added, hoping that your lie would work. 

Mr Schue took a moment to consider before he finally agreed to excuse you from rehearsals.

Thank god your lies weren’t exposed.

“Y/N , you crazy girl,” Hunter smirked. 

He lifted you up and pinned your body against the wall. He started planting soft kisses on your neck, making his way up to your cheeks. As he released his grips on your arms, you wrapped them around his neck and kissed him back.

Hunter, the first to pull away, wiped your lip gloss off his lips as both of you attempted to catch your breaths. He had been wanting to do that for a while now, and was glad that he did, until-

“I’m actually part of the New Directions,” you admitted.

“Sorry love, can you repeat that again? It sounded like you were saying that you were part of the New-”

“I’m part of the New Directions,” you repeated it again. Only this time, slower. To be honest, you felt tired of lying to Hunter. Sneaking around the Glee members was fine, but trying to pretend to be someone that you’re not, bad move.

“So you’re not home-schooled, you’re not in Hockey, and you certainly didn’t get my number from the newspaper,” Hunter let out a grunt as he plopped himself on the couch, trying to digest whatever that was happening.

“Nope, I got your number from Blaine, but none of the glee members know that I’m seeing you,” you clarified and bit your lip, not knowing what Hunter’s reaction was going to be. 

He remained silent.

“Uh, I’m just gonna go now,” you could sense that he wasn’t happy, but hey, at least you got to kiss him.

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm firmly, preventing you from moving a step further.

“I want you on the winning side,” said Hunter as he stared intently into your eyes.

“I’m a girl, I can’t transfer to Dalton,” you replied. 

“You could help me spy on them,” suggested Hunter. He would be even more confident of winning the New Directions once he had a spy.

“No. They are my friends,” you rejected.

“Maybe you should have thought of that when you came to me, love,” retorted Hunter. Who were you to enter his life and entertain him with full of lies?

“Which is why I’m leaving now. Good luck Hunter,” you said.

“I didn’t say you could go!” exclaimed Hunter as he pulled you towards him and pressed his lips on yours again, only this time it was more intense. You struggled to break free, but with those soft lips, you could only give in to him.

When he broke away from you, he sighed.

“I have a suggestion,” said Hunter.

“If it involves me trying to stab my friends in the back, answer’s still no,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Why not you continue doing what you’re doing, sneak behind your friends, and I’ll treat as if your confession to being in New Directions never happened,” suggested Hunter.

“You- you’re willing to do that?” You covered my mouth, not believing Hunter’s words.

“Decide now before I change my mind,” Hunter closed his eyes and clenched his fist, unable to believe his decision.

“Answer’s yes,” you nodded and in the back of your mind, you were starting to think of every excuses you could make just so that you could see Hunter behind your friends.

Not far from the Christian church lies the equally beautiful Tianhou Gong. Tianhou is an alternative name for the Chinese goddess Mazu and many cities throughout Asia have a temple dedicated to her, usually called Tianhou Gong or sometimes just Mazu Temple. Tianhou means “Heavenly Empress” in Chinese.

I particularly liked the way that the gate, leading to the inner temple, was flanked by those beautiful autumnal leaves.


IS BAD, BUKBOT. BET YOUR BASS. Secret Policeman leaves a carnation on your body – about the birthday present he hopes to receive from his last flight to his family members, photographs of H.G.

if someone tries to tell you that The Latin Mass is wanted by the people and that’s why we offer it, that’s a lie. in a church that can fill 500 ppl, only 17 are in attendance. this is how it is most churches. don’t believe their lies. it is being forced upon us by ‘traditionalists’ and conservatives to further a political objective–a regression to pre-VII times. we must say no, we must fight back

in the dark [listen]

01. Sinister Kid-The Black Keys//02. Crying Lightning-Arctic Monkeys//03. Clint Eastwood-Gorillaz//04. Sacrilege-Yeah Yeah Yeahs//05. Female Robbery-The Neighbourhood//06. My Song 5-HAIM//07. Bad Blood-Bastille//08.Crystalised-The xx//09. Drop the Game-Flume & Chet Faker//10. Easy Now-Sir Sly//11.Take Me To Church-Hozier//12. White Lies-Max Frost

illuminati summary
  • okay so i've done months and months of research on the illuminati and i put my findings into a simple script summary
  • ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH: this is the bible and it's everything u need to know. nothing else is true
  • ADAM WEISHAUPT: um but what if theres more to know out there
  • ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH: follow what the bible says or we're gonna kill you assholes
  • ADAM WEISHAUPT: what the fuck?? fine [creates secret enlightenment group called Illuminati]
  • ILLUMINATI MEMBERS: [are basically all knowledge thirsty and look for cool new science things like the fact that the earth revolves around the sun and isn't the center of the universe]
  • ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH: hey what the fuck do u think ur doing
  • ILLUMINATI: enlightenment
  • ILLUMINATI: [isn't religious at all] what are u even going on about wtf
  • ILLUMINATI: um ok??
  • ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH: [spreads shit lies about the illuminati]
  • ROMAN CATHOLIC CHRUCH: [eventually get rekt somehow and collapse]
  • ILLUMINATI: hey guys we dont need to be secretive anymore! [spreads their findings and enlightenment stuff]
  • RCC FOLLOWERS: what the fuck go away satan scum
  • RCC FOLLOWERS: [add on more bullshit theories and false conspiracies over centuries]
  • and now we're here. everything else you heard before about "evil satanism devil 666 triangl XD" shit is all false as hell, made up by the roman catholic church. literally the illuminati were awesome people who did secretive studies, experiments and they were the ones who discovered all that cool information in your science textbooks