refusing to worship

anonymous asked:

You seem to hate Dany so much for burning people alive, for burning Randyll and Dickon, but Saint Sansa fed Ramsay to his own hounds, she let them eat him alive. I'd say Sansa is even more sadistic than Dany, don't you think? She's taking the killing route as well, she's killed Littlefinger too, so stop criticizing Dany, when you're favorite is doing the exact same things as her.

Are you honestly comparing Sansa executing Ramsay and Littlefinger, to D@ny murdering Randyll and Dickon, just because ya know, she can? Like, really? 

Sansa is NOT sadistic, and she’s NOT taking the killing route lol what? She doesn’t enjoy killing people, it doesn’t make her feel powerful, nor good, like her father, It doesn’t give her joy. 

Sansa is NOTHING like D@ny, they couldn’t be more different. 

Ramsay raped, beaten, and tortured Sansa in unimaginable ways, everyday, for months. And Littlefinger, he was not only the man who caused all the tragedies and horrors that have befallen her family, he was also the one who gave her to the Boltons, he was the one to blame for what Ramsay did to her.

So, she had every right and reason to execute them both.

But D@ny? NO. Randyll never wronged her in any way, apart from refusing to bend the knee, same for Dickon. Make no mistake, I agree that Randyll was an absolute d*ck, he truly was. He treated Sam horribly, but still, burning someone alive simply because they don’t want to kneel to you, because they don’t want to give their country to you, a foreign invader, is fu*ked up. 

And Dickon, she had no reason to burn alive a young boy/man, even Tyrion advised her against it, but she couldn’t help herself, burning people alive with her dragons makes her feel good, it makes her feel powerful, having that power, having 3 weapons of mass destruction makes her feel special. She enjoys watching people burn, we’ve seen this on more than one occasion. 

So, even though neither Randyll nor Dickon never personally wronged her, nor hurt her, the way Sansa was hurt by Littlefinger and Ramsay, she still chose to roast them alive. 

Sansa had every reason to kill Ramsay, he was a sick, twisted psychopath, and personally I think she brought justice not just for herself, but also for all the other women he raped, for all the other people that he tortured, tormented, beaten, skinned alive, for the poor souls that he terrorized, that he played with, that he hunted and used as prey in the woods, for his own sick, twisted amusement. 

He used his hounds to hunt those poor souls down, and then he fed them to them after the “hunt” was over, so I think it was quite poetic justice that she fed him to his own hounds. She pretty much avenged everyone he’s ever hurt, herself included. 

And Littlefinger, another psychopath, in his own way another monster. With his actions, his calculated schemes, he brought so many houses to their downfall; the The Tyrells, the Baratheons, the Lannisters, even the Starks. He was like a disease, just like Cersei. If Sansa hadn’t executed him, he would’ve ended up destroying her family for good. 

So again, NO. Sansa is NOT sadistic. When she executed Littlefinger, she cried, she wasn’t happy about having to take a life, about executing someone. With Ramsay, there was a glimpse of a smile, yes, but after all he did to her, can you blame her for faintly smiling when bringing justice for herself, for the first time in her life? Can you blame her for smiling at the realisation that, he’ll never hurt her ever again, that his house is dead, that he’s dead, that she’ll never have to see his face again, nor hear his voice ever again? Can you blame her, for ending the life of a monster whom tortured her, beaten her and raped her? For punishing the man who tried to break her and whom hurt her everyday, in unimaginable ways? For finally taking her destiny into her own hands, after years of being captive, after years of being powerless? After years of having no control over her own life? After years of being used, and used, and lied to, by everyone, always? No, you can’t blame her. She smiled, because it was a victory, her abuser, a monster, was dead, because there is justice in the world after all, the monsters don’t always win, the worst ones don’t always live, because in that moment, she realised there’s hope. And NOT because she suddenly turned psychotic, or sadistic, or whatever the hell you’re trying to say.

Littlefinger had hurt so many people with his machinations and his obsession for power and the Iron Throne. He hurt her, her father, her mother, he hurt her family, he was dangerous man, and it was her duty to stop him from further hurting those she loved, and yet, she felt sorry/pity for him. 

She even says it herself “'It’s not what I want, it’s what honor demands.”, Sansa is neither sadistic, nor a murderer. It pained her to have to take his life, to execute him, but it had to be done, for everyone’s safety, because it was the only option, and because it was the right thing, the honorable thing to do. She was teary throughout the whole scene. She’s not heartless. No matter what she’s been through, she’s remained kind hearted, she still feels remorse, has emotions, empathy. 

“It was his (Ned’s) duty, he never liked it.”

We can’t say the same about D@ny though, you can clearly see she enjoys watching people burn alive, especially in season 5, 6 and 7. As I’ve said, it makes her feel powerful, and she feels like she’s in the right too, while she’s doing it. No resentment in her eyes, no compassion, no empathy, no nothing. 

She loves power, she is obssesed with it, she wants everyone to worship her, and those who refuse to worship her, she burns.

Burning Randyll and Dickon alive, was neither honorable, nor the right thing to do, nor the only option, she could’ve imprisoned them, she could’ve imprisoned at least Dickon, but she chose to roast them both alive all the same.

Think TWICE, before comparing Sansa executing Ramsay and Littlefinger with D@ny (murdering) executing Randyll and Dickon. 

Both of Sansa’s executions of Ramsay and Littlefinger were justified and needed, whilst D@ny’s “execution” of Randyll and Dickon, was bloody NOT, it was completely unnecessary. She roasted them alive, because she could, because she felt like it.


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Summary: Castiel tries to persuade you into accepting his new role as God.

Warnings: Some feels, language, lots of smut (male and female receiving oral, unprotected sex, light dirty talk)

A/N: So, this idea came to me during church; how’s that for sinful. You know the drill, if you’d like to be added to my tag list just shoot me an ask or DM. Enjoy, sinners.


You stared down at the lock screen of your phone. It was your favorite photo of you and Castiel; taken the day he had finally admitted to you, and himself, that he had feelings for you. You smiled at the memory of how adorably awkward it was and how you silenced his ramblings with your first kiss.

You sighed at how fucked up everything had become since then. He had lied to you, worked with Crowley behind your back, and now was a walking nuke calling himself God. You thought facing the devil together would have been the hardest thing to happen in your relationship.

You tossed you phone on the motel bed, not wanting to look at his face anymore. How could he do this to you? He claimed he loved you, but now you weren’t sure. It didn’t matter anymore; you were done being upset over another failed relationship with someone who turned out to be an egomaniacal bastard.

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So I thought of Aethelrik again (HOW COULD I NOT?????) and I was inspired with this. ENJOY!


     Aethelflaed wondered. Her husband was a handsome man; seemingly kind and gentle with his golden locks and big blue eyes; so fair. It had been only natural for her to assume his soul and temper matched his beauty. But a night with him convinced her that ugliness and evil hid in the core of even the most handsome man. Aethelred was a Saxon and as such, Aethelflaed would have believed him to behave like her father to her mother; kindly and lovingly. But he did not. Evil hid even in the fairest of Saxon prince. Evil hid even in the core of a Christian man.

     Erik was not as fair; he was different with his stiff stature and his strange haicut; his scars and his eyes circled with black. Erik firstly appeared fearsome and cruel. He was a pagan who refused to convert and worship the one true God; a man who sought the destruction of her dear Wessex. But a night with him convinced her otherwise. Erik was kind and gentle; caring and loving. He was all she had ever dreamed of. He was the prince she had wanted to marry.

     A night with a man – any man – was enough to convince a woman of his worth.

     Appearances were misleading to a man’s temper and this had made her believe Aethelred was as fair as his face and Erik as cruel and evil as his. The beauty inside Erik showed the truth of his being to her eyes; he was handsome, the most handsome man she had ever seen. More even than her husband. He was so different, like the sounds he made when he spoke his tongue and his foreign gods. If a man she saw as ugly was that beautiful, then she wanted her daughter to marry an ugly man. For it was now all she cared about; the daughter Erik gave her’ happiness. She wished for her to be married to a man whose love was gentle and kind. She wanted her to find her own Erik. She wanted her to be loved as she had been loved. It was all she wanted now.

anonymous asked:

I worship Aphrodite and I wish to do the same for Athena and Artemis but I'm not sure if it's okay to worship all three at once. I'm also not sure how I would do so. I already worship Aphrodite but I'm not sure if when I talk to her if she's listening or how to know if they're talking to me as well like everyone else seems to be able to do. Sorry, this turned into kind of a rant but if you had any tips or ideas I'd be glad to hear them. Thank you

Alright, so there is a lot in this ask, and I’m going to try and address all of your concerns, feel free to send another ask if I miss anything.

First and foremost, all of the Theoi can be worshiped together. Doesn’t matter which ones. Doesn’t matter if They have vastly different areas of influence. Doesn’t matter if They’ve had conflicts in the myths. The Theoi were historically worshiped together, and we actually have myths cautioning against refusing to worship one deity because of your worship for another. (note, this is in regard to actively shunning a deity, not to Them just not being a big part of your worship) So it doesn’t matter which of the Theoi it is, if you’re asking, “Can I worship X and Y at the same time?” The answer is yes. Always.

About adding more deities to your worship. It can certainly seem daunting at first, especially since a lot of us that started out worshiping one or two of the Theoi and added more over time got to the point where we had a full worship routine built around just one or two Theoi. It leaves you wondering how you’re supposed to fit the other Theoi into your worship and still have any kind of time. The good news is, it’s not as difficult as it seems. Offerings can be given to multiple Theoi or to all Theoi at once. you can easily include additional Theoi, simply by making note of Their connection to a Theos you’re already worshiping. For example, When you’re already praying to and honoring Aphrodite, it becomes easy to add a prayer in for Ares and to change the phrasing of your offering from “For Aphrodite” to “For Aphrodite, and Her children, the Erotes.” and now you’re worshiping more Theoi, without really adding any more time to your routine. I find it also helps to follow libations days, either historical ones or ones you’ve decided on so they fit your schedule and are relevant to your worship. Libation days let you make special note of one particular Theos on the same day every month. So, say that every day you give a libation “To all the Theoi”, well on the fourth of the month you could give libations specifically to Aphrodite, the sixth specifically for Artemis, and the third for Athene.

You can also build on your worship. You don’t have to dive in head first and add everything you can find for Athene and Artemis right away. You can begin with something like libation days, and adding Them to your prayers; and build your way up to including festivals and rituals specifically for either of Them. Worship does not have to be all or nothing, you’re allowed to worship some Theoi more frequently than others, you’re allowed to build a schedule that works for you, and you’re allowed to take your time when adding additional responsibilities to your worship.

Now, for the big one. I know tumblr make sit seem like everyone has a godphone and basically sits down to actually converse with the Theoi, but that’s no the case. I promise. I did a survey a while back on how people perceive the Theoi. Most people just get a gut feeling, and over half of the people who responded said they had only received messages and signs on occasion. Only 8% of the people who answered said they received messages and signs multiple times a month. That’s really not a lot.

What does that mean though? Well, it means that we can’t tell if They’re listening. And it means that either They aren’t talking to us, or we can’t hear Them most of the time. And that’s okay. 

It’s alright to not have proof, and to worship because you have faith. It’s normal to not have proof. Sometimes you just have to believe. And, I know it’s not an answer really, but I honestly don’t think it matters if the Theoi respond to us or not. The experiences we have, the changes we make in our lives, the ways in which we push ourselves to be better–those are all real, significant things, regardless of whether or not we ever get a sign from the Theoi.

I’ve never played DND but my dad did twice and apparently one of those times his party ran into a community that worshiped a goddess. My dad’s character refused to worship their goddess and the locals turned on him, but since it was a Luck goddess he could roll to save himself and he got a nat 20 so he became the patron saint of the luck goddess he refused to worship in the first place

Aztec Giants

In Aztec legends, during the first age or world, called Four Jaguar or Jaguar Sun, the world was populated by a race of giants called Quinametzin. The gods created them from ash and the giants fed on acorns. Some accounts say that they refused to worship the gods and were ultimately destroyed by raining fire. Other accounts say that Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca began to fight, the sun was knocked out and in his anger Tezcatlipoca sent jaguars to devour the  Quinametzin. Some of the Quinametzin are credited for building Tenochtitlan, the pyramid of Cholula, and other places throughout Mexico. It is said that their are four giants that hold up the sky in the age the Fifth Sun.

(pic - Codex Rios)

When the Spanish came they encountered giants. One was named Tzilacatzin who helped keep the Spanish at bay when they first landed in Mexico. The Dominican friar Fray Diego Duran said this: It cannot be denied that there have been giants in this country. I can affirm this as an eyewitness, for I have met men of monstrous stature here. I believe that there are many in Mexico who will remember, as I do, a giant Indian who appeared in a procession of the feast of Corpus Christi. He appeared dressed in yellow silk and a halberd at his shoulder and a helmet on his head. And he was all of three feet taller than the others, (Fray Diego Duran - The Aztecs).

St. Christopher

Life: ? - 251 AD (sort of, it’s complicated)

Feast day: July 25

Patronage: travelers, against toothache, nightmares, headaches, and sudden death 

Life Story: St. Christopher is one of the saints who is probably a legend and not a historical person. However, this is how his story usually goes. St. Christopher was a very tall and strong man. One day, he decided that he would only serve the strongest king in the world. He served one human king for a while, until he learned that the king feared the devil. Then he went out in search of the devil to serve him. He found the devil and almost began serving him until Christopher learned that the devil feared God. So then he found a hermit to teach him how to serve God. The hermit taught him Christianity and told Christopher that he could serve God by using his strength to help people across a dangerous river. One day, a kid asked Christopher to carry him across the river. Christopher did, but with every step the kid grew heavier. When they made it across Christopher said, “ You have put me in the greatest danger. I do not think the whole world could have been as heavy on my shoulders as you were.“ The kid replied: "You had on your shoulders not only the whole world but Him who made it. I am Christ your king, whom you are serving by this work.” The kid then vanished. Christopher died in Lydia, where a local king had him put to death for refusing to worship pagan gods (’though it took multiple tries before he actually died.)

Symbols: staff, a tall man carrying the Child Jesus, sometimes he has the head of a dog.

Offerings: candles, good deeds, anything to do with travel

Holy Places:

the Museum of Sacred Art in St. Justine’s Church on the island of Rab, Croatia (where his skull is)

the Church of St. Christopher in Mystras, Greece

St. Christopher Wayside Shrine in Huntsville, Alabama, USA


Protect us, St. Christopher, on our travels and wherever we may roam. Please keep us safe and guide us always safely home.

Prayer to St. Christopher while Travelling

Dear Saint Christopher,
protect me today
in all my travels
along the road’s way.
Give your warning sign
if danger is near
so that I may stop
while the path is clear.
Be at my window
and direct me through
when the vision blurs
From out of the blue.
Carry me safely
to my destined place,
like you carried Christ
in your close embrace.


*Other Information*

He is one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers.

It is said that if one looks at a depiction of St. Christopher, they will not die on that days, at least, without being prepared. This, along with being the patron of travelers, is why many wear his medal or keep it in their car.

And for the rest of that long night they let her sleep. Hours and hours of blessed sleep. The owl and the wolf and the nightingale slipped by for once with their passage unseen and unremarked, whilst Cersei dreamed a long sweet dream where Jaime was her husband and their son was still alive.
—  Cersei (A Dance with Dragons - Chapter 54)

I’m always amused and a little bit taken aback when other Hellenes tell me they’re afraid of Dionysos, to the extent that they won’t (or don’t, as a general rule) call on him.  Everyone I meet seems to fall into one of two camps: they work closely, or have worked closely, with him, and are thus perfectly okay with him and what he stands for, or they’ve never encountered him before, have only heard stories, and are terrified of him.  (There are, of course, a few notable exceptions to this.)

I even received a message the other day from someone who said they were disassociating with me (unfriended me on facebook) because of my “connections to a deeply disturbing god.”


I do understand, I think, the initial fear of him.  He’s a wild god, and there’s I think a lot of confusion between him and Pan (who *I* don’t work with).  He’s a bringer of madness, his maenads engaged in everything that was “taboo” in society, and he will.  Push.  Your.  Boundaries.  My own personal experience aside, though, I still can’t quite grasp the refusal to associate with those who honor him, or the steadfast refusal to acknowledge him as a god.

Really, if you read the stories, the worst things happened to people who REFUSED to acknowledge him.  Yeah, some crappy things happened to his followers, too, but they were always, in the end, rewarded–unlike those who refused him worship or refused his godhood altogether, who were royally screwed.

So it amuses me when I encounter that mindset.  It also amuses me when I encounter people (like the aforementioned person) who assume that because I honor him above others, that I must be mad, perverted, wild and chaotic.  Anyone who knows me knows that I try my best to be pretty level headed, and Dionysos helped me OUT of madness, rather than leading me to it.

If I leave my grin behind, remind me
that we’re all mad here
and it’s okay.
Sun up, sun down the shadows hide me down in
Wonderland, Wonderland, nobody knows the way,
but if you find it in your dreams, you can
find it at your dayjob
somewhere south of Hell
Take the path to left or right with
just your gut to guide you
the story is not for anyone else to
Go down the rabbit hole and out the other side
you can’t go home in the middle of the
magic carpet ride
you gotta greet the sun before his
lovely daughter moon
you can’t forsake the journey for the
safety of your room
until you learn your lesson well.

–S.J. Tucker, “Cheshire Kitten (We’re all mad here)”

So…let’s talk about Missy for a second.

What does Missy do?

  1. Turns dead humans into killing machines (and is ready to do the same to the living humans), without remorse, in order to help the Doctor to achieve his goals (even if he refused).
  2. Essentially worships the Doctor.
  3. Sexually assaults without remorse.
  4. Willing to happily commit genocide to help the Doctor.

Okay…so what about the Eleventh Doctor?

  1. Brainwashes the entire human race into killing machines, without remorse, to help himself achieve his goals (to kill the Silents).
  2. Thinks he’s a god (i.e. worships the Doctor).
  3. Sexually assaults without remorse (even says ‘you have no idea how good that felt’ to Jenny).
  4. Commits genocide…to help the Doctor, and is happy about it.

So…either Missy is an anti-hero, or Eleven is a villain. They’ve committed the same crimes, after all, and act the same way about those crimes. They are, essentially, the same person. Neither one is any better than the other.


Endeavour | First Bus to Woodstock
DC E Morse & DC Ian McLeash

What’s in a name?

Charles - derived from the German name Karl which means “man” or “free man” in German or from the Germanic element Hari meaning “warrior”. Born by Charles The Great (Charlemagne).

Spencer Hastings - Spencer means “keeping of provisions” and as a surname has a noteable history to it. Hastings is a Shakespearean baby name for a boy meaning “Violent” with an inner desire in leadership and personal independence.

Hanna Marin - also from “Hannah” is a Hebrew name for “God’s gift to the world. Marin is derived from Mary and Marin County in California is an affluent area. Marin is a male name.

Aria Montgomery - Aria is derived from Ariel and means "lioness” in Hebrew or “air” in Italian. In Opera, Aria is a solo. Montgomery has different meanings depending on where it is used “there are many stories of its origin” (suspicious!?).

Emily Fields - Emily means “hard working” or “rival”. Fields is an obvious one.

Alison Dilaurentis- means “Little Alice” “famous fighter” “of sacred memory” “of noble kind” so again has multiple meanings. Dilaurentis means son of Laurentis (LORENZO)!?!?!

Jason - from the Greek name for “healer” ?

Ezra Fitzgerald - Ezra is a Hebrew name for “help”. Fitzgerald means “mighty spearholder’s son”. Fitz means “son of”. Not many clues here.

Toby - from Tobias meaning “good of God”

Caleb - meaning “dog”  which would represent him being loyal to Hanna.

Mona - Mona means “loner” and “who lasts forever”. She was teased for not having friends in the early seasons and her still being alive makes sense.

Mike - “humble”?

Jenna - from Jennifer which means “white enchantress” and “fair one”. The fairest of them all?

Wren - meaning “ruler”. Could this be a clue?

Maya - a derivative of Amalia - similar to Amelia in which Emily is derived from.

Ashley - supposed to have the inner desire for a stable, loving family with the need to work with others.

Lucas Gottesman - form of Luke which means “illumination” with the deep inner desire to achieve status, power and wealth. Gottesman means “man of God”.

CeCe - from Cecelia/Cecilia which means “blind”. The original name comes from Saint Cecilia who refused to worship the Roman Gods and was sentenced to die through suffocation but this failed and she was beheaded. Later names the patron saint of music. 

Melissa - means “honey bee” or “red rose”. It is also known to be the name of a Princess - she does think highly of herself. Melissa Hastings is an anagram of “Almightiness”. 

There are more names but these are probably the most important!

Many people complain that they don’t have time to do these extra acts of worship. We tell ourselves that our lives are too busy to make time for reciting Qur’an or even praying on time.
Simply put, if something is important to you, you will make time for it. A lack of time is self-delusion and simply an excuse to avoid worshipping Allah. In doing so, we only harm our own selves. Allah is not in need of worship, rather we need to worship Him in order to experience inner peace, contentment and true happiness.
By ignoring Him, and refusing to worship Him, we only deny ourselves all the benefits of being close to Allah, and we only deprive ourselves of His blessings.
—  Abu Muawiyah Ismail Kamdar

Colossians 2:6-19 (TLB)
And now just as you trusted Christ to save you, trust him, too, for each day’s problems; live in vital union with him. Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him. See that you go on growing in the Lord, and become strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with joy and thanksgiving for all he has done.

Don’t let others spoil your faith and joy with their philosophies, their wrong and shallow answers built on men’s thoughts and ideas, instead of on what Christ has said. For in Christ there is all of God in a human body; so you have everything when you have Christ, and you are filled with God through your union with Christ. He is the highest Ruler, with authority over every other power.

When you came to Christ, he set you free from your evil desires, not by a bodily operation of circumcision but by a spiritual operation, the baptism of your souls. For in baptism you see how your old, evil nature died with him and was buried with him; and then you came up out of death with him into a new life because you trusted the Word of the mighty God who raised Christ from the dead.

You were dead in sins, and your sinful desires were not yet cut away. Then he gave you a share in the very life of Christ, for he forgave all your sins, and blotted out the charges proved against you, the list of his commandments which you had not obeyed. He took this list of sins and destroyed it by nailing it to Christ’s cross. In this way God took away Satan’s power to accuse you of sin, and God openly displayed to the whole world Christ’s triumph at the cross where your sins were all taken away.

So don’t let anyone criticize you for what you eat or drink, or for not celebrating Jewish holidays and feasts or new moon ceremonies or Sabbaths.  For these were only temporary rules that ended when Christ came. They were only shadows of the real thing—of Christ himself. Don’t let anyone declare you lost when you refuse to worship angels, as they say you must. They have seen a vision, they say, and know you should. These proud men (though they claim to be so humble) have a very clever imagination. But they are not connected to Christ, the Head to which all of us who are his body are joined; for we are joined together by his strong sinews, and we grow only as we get our nourishment and strength from God.