so blasphemous

do you think that when mary died. when her time on earth was up and she closed her eyes and smiled because she was going to be with her son and her god,,

do you think that jesus’ heart sped up and he loves us all with the same spellbinding and infinite love but this was his mother, this was his mother,,

do you think he knew it was the time and he ran through the streets and dancing throngs and he was there when she arrived and she saw him and smiled and there were tears in her eyes and she burst into sobs as she knelt and he knelt with her and held her in his arms and stroked her hair and kissed her forehead as she wept and fingered the holes still in his wrists and didn’t dare call him son only remember when she held him tiny in her arms,,

do you think that when he pulled her to her feet and gently touched her cheek and said the roar “well done, my beloved servant” she finally healed somewhere deep inside and she forgave her son for dying and thanked her god that he did,,

nights for celebrations - jughead jones

Prompt: requested by an anon from my songfic list. Jughead and the gang have a night out with their Irish friend.

 A/N (please read): YAY SO IM FROM IRELAND AND I GOT TRY WRITE THIS YAY THANKS ANIN. This ended up being deeply personal as I myself am Irish and so this ended up being my favourite thing I’ve ever written (surprise, surprise the irish river dale obsessed girl likes the jughead x irish reader thing she wrote Also, Y/N ended up being super like me so apologies but I did try to keep her as ambiguous as I could). I hope you guys enjoy it and the extra bits (actual, not stereotypical or made up) culture I put in. The Irish stereotypes really pisses me off (and to be honest I don’t really like St. Patrick’s Day. I know, blasphem), so there are parts of me mentioning this in here.

listen to carrickfergus here

 Warning: Cursing, drinking.

 Words: 2014 oh god sorry it’s so long lol


It had been 10 months since Y/N Y/L/N had arrived on the scene from her native Ireland and if you said that she hadn’t stirred some variety into the small town of Riverdale, you’d be lying.

The night after herself and her family had arrived into town, she took a notion and fancied a burger. She found herself in your typical diner on the edge of town.

“Hiya, how’s it going? A burger and chips please. Sorry, fries.” You said to the dark haired lady behind the counter who smiled and you and took your order. Looking around the diner, you saw the place was busy enough, with one group of teenagers around her age sitting a few botths down. They were eyeing her out of the side of their eyes. Deciding to sit down and get out of their vantage point, Y/N pulled out a stool at the counter. Several moments later, an older man handed her the food and she thanked him as he looked at her with a quizzical smile. She noted they musn’t have many outsiders come into the town.

Just as she was finishing up her meal, a figure plopped into the seat opposite her. “Hey! I’m Veronica Lodge and I’m going to guess by the accent and the fact I don’t recognise you that you’re new around here.” The forwardness of the girl took you back a bit, but you laughed anyway.

“The accent stick out that much, huh? I’m Y/N” You extended her hand to Veronica to shake.

“I love it. I grew up in New York and I’m going to guess by the sound of it that you’re Irish?” Tilting her head at you and smiling, you immedietley liked this girl who was quizzing you even though you had just met.

“Yes, I am. We just got in yesterday. Economy is terrible at home so we needed a change.” Veronica nodded at you.

“Would you like to come sit with my friends? I was the only one brave enough to come and talk to you.” You nodded eagerly, desperate to try and make friends.

As she picked up your meal, she made your way to the booth of teenagers who were eyeing her earlier.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s Irish and just moved here yesterday. We’re her new friends.” You waved at the group and smiled a hello.

“Y/N this is Betty Cooper. Ultimate sweetheart and secret badass.” The blonde girl waved at her as her ponytail bobbed up and down.

“This is Archie Andrews, musician and football player. Your real-life Troy Bolton.” She smirked at the ginger boy

“Hey. Jaysus, with that hair they’ll think you’re the Irish one, not me.” The others in the group laughed at this.

The beanie-clad boy spoke before Veronica had the chance to introduce him.

“Jughead. Jones. The Third. Nice to meet you.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at the funny name, then realised she had heard worse at home.

Since that fateful day, much had happened. Y/N quickly integrated herself to the group and the became fast friends, enjoying her typical Irish sense of humour: sharp, witty and willing to take the piss out of everything, including herself. Herself and Jughead had become very close, and after 6 months, he kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.

As March rolled around, so did St. Patrick’s Day, and Y/N may not be at home but she was sure as hell going to celebrate in style. She gathered the troops to her house and pulled out a 6 pack of cans of Guinness.

“Right lads. I’m not at home for our national holiday and I miss it so we’re heading down to the bar. First, I got the family to send me these over. Not the same as a good pulled pint but they’ll do. Drink up.” She handed out the cans and as she gave Jughead his she also gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Y/N, darling, I thought you hated the Irish stereotypes of drinking? Because, right now you’re certainly living up to it.” Kevin giggled, taking a swig.

“Now now Keller. I may not like the stereotypes but I’m still deeply patriotic and proud of my heritage. I don’t live up to any of the stereotypes; I’m not ginger, a leprechaun, I hate cabbage, I DO NOT  say ‘Top of the morning to you’ and I do not have a hidden pot of gold no matter how much you ask Jug. Now c’mon, away we go! ” Jughead laughed at his girlfriends antics but followed her anyway. He usually hated the social scene, but, as this was a local bar and not a club; he could do it (for Y/N at least.)

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table, with Johnny riding as shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance, you know


After an hour at the bar, Y/N had everyone in the bar celebrating Ireland. The party was in full swing with the whiskey and Guinness flowing. They were all chatting when Y/N stood up and walked over to the jukebox. Next thing, the music changed and on came Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. She walked over to Jughead and with all the strength in her body, pulled him onto the dance floor. After the song played, the young couple played some darts and some pool, in which Y/N beat Jughead at both. During some discussion of whether or not it was an 18 or 20 point difference between the in the darts, she pulled him in for a kiss. No matter how many times they kissed, he still felt like they were the only two people in the room when they did.

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called, was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh, singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet

Acapella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room, swear she was singing to me, you know


It was near closing time when the bar had quieted down a little that a slightly tipsy Veronica called out for Y/N to sing us an Irish song. Of course, the whole bar had heard and everyone was now chanting “SING!” at a very red Y/N. Giving in, she stood up on a bar stool as everyone fell quiet. Jughead was sitting right below her perch on the stool. He realised in this moment that he had never heard her sing.

Y/N opened her mouth, singing Carrickfergus, and it sounded like the soft ripple of a brook through a quiet forest. The whole bar was silent as she tapped her feet to give herself a beat and sang without a backing tune. Her voice was smooth, silvery and thick with emotion, with a hint of grit. Though there were over 50 people in that room, he could have sworn it was just the two of them, as through the whole song she never broke eye contact.

As she finished, she was met with whistles and applause from the crowd and pure shock from her friends. After many a ‘I had no idea you could sing’ and an incredibly bashful Y/N, she turned to Jughead.

“No idea how you hid a voice that criminally beautiful like that from a detective like me you lady.” She laughed at his words, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

The group said their goodbyes outside the bar, and Jughead and Y/N began to make their way back to hers, hand in hand. Both taking a deep breath of the cool spring night air to rid themselves of the smell of smoke, whiskey and wine that had attached itself to their coats.

Now we’ve outstayed our welcome and it’s closing time
I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine
Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine
As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

They laughed and joked around the whole way home, and upon reaching Y/N’s door; it was decided that Jug would stay the night. Her parents loved him anyway so that wasn’t an issue.

“I’m fucking starving, do you want anything from the kitchen” She called over her shoulder.

“Me too. It’s me Y/N, I’ll honestly eat whatever is in your kitchen and lots of it.” He heard her glorious, melodic laugh from the other room.

She walked out with a packet of Doritos and sat on the sofa with him.

“Jesus Jug, that was one of the best bloody nights of my life. I can’t thank you enough for coming with me, I know it’s not either of our scenes but I had to make an exception for St. Patrick’s Day. I love you.” She smiled up at him from her place beside him.

I walked her home then she took me inside

Finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write

About a Galway girl and a perfect night

“I love you too. You know, I feel a short story coming on about tonight. A perfect girl and perfect night. I’ll call it Galway Girl.” He laughed at her face.

“You know there are places in Ireland apart from Galway right? I’m not even from Galway.” She nudged his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Alliteration, Y/N. Alliteration. I have poetic license with this stuff.” Jughead smirked at his giggling girlfriend.

“You know, I just thought. I speak another language and I could say anything I want about you in it.” Y/N laughed at the false scandalized look on her boyfriends face.

“Is pian so thóin tú.” She kisses his nose as she says this.

“Does that mean ‘I Love You’?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her smugly.

“No. It means you’re a pain in the ass.” She doubled over laughing as he slapped a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. She climbed onto his lap and pushed the beanie off his head and brushed back the stray hairs. Studying his beautiful face and staring into his eyes, she kissed him, soft and slow and filled with love.

“Tá mé in ngrá leat” She whispers, foreheads touching.

“Does that mean I love you?” He whispers back, breathlessly.

“Yes, that means I love you.” She chuckled.

“Well then tá mé i ngrá leat as well.”

For the rest of the night, the young couple lay in stitches, with Y/N trying to teach Jughead her native tongue. By the end of the night, he had the important stuff down perfectly.

Y/N was drifting off to sleep, head on his chest and legs tangled together.

“Hey Y/N/N?” The girl hummed in response.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat.” He whispered into her hair.

A smile broke out on the girls face, as she felt so at home in this boy’s arms, and he felt the same.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin.” And with those final words whispered, the young couple drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

My pretty little Galway girl

All Glory to the Cobalt Crown.

Or Else We Bleed.

No matter what @jukeboxx-and-wrekkord says, don’t believe them. This is entirely their fault and I will not be held responsible for it.

In seriousness. There is one thing that I think a lot of us, if not most of us, can agree on: Seto Kaiba has a lot of healing to do. He has so many different wounds, from so many different battles, and I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to say that the man could use a good cry.

It’s cathartic. It’s part of the process. It’s healthy.

But that begs the question … what would drive Seto Kaiba to tears? And with whom would he feel secure enough to let them fall?

I believe that I have found the answer.

It was a ritual. There was no other label that suited the grim suspense with which Seto went about the process of … revealing the truth.

The ritual hadn’t started as anything serious. Yugi had, in a moment of oblivious appreciation, simply asked why Seto didn’t “show off” more often. He’d meant it as a half-jibe, half-compliment. After all, it wasn’t like he could be blamed for noticing his boyfriend’s “attributes.”

It seemed to Yugi that someone as spotlight-hungry as Seto so often was, or at least projected himself to be, would take satisfaction in having people appreciate his looks, as surely they would.

But here they were, half past midnight, and Seto looked like he’d just come home from a funeral.

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Reasons I think Fablehaven is a grossly underappreciated series

I’ve been a huge fan of this series ever since my parents bought me the books about 8 years ago or so, but sadly, in the light of the final novels for the Harry Potter series making their debut, other fantasy novels were lost to the wind in the tidal wave of fame HP received. So I’m just going to make a big appreciation post for one of the greatest novel series of all time (in my opinion - and I’m going to keep it as spoiler free as possible). If you read this series, or heard of it, you might understand what I talk about, and you are now my friend.

Here’s a list of things that, as a writer, I appreciate:

  • The story context. The idea of a preserve for magical creatures is just baller, okay? Tell me that doesn’t sound epic.
  • The protagonists. Not only are there two main protagonists, who share the attention of the plotline equally, but they are also SIBLINGS. The brother, Seth, is a bit of a troublemaker, and is the catalyst for a lot of crazy interactions (though he rarely takes things too far if he can help it). He’s got high levels of sass, and his lines are some of the best I’ve ever seen in writing. He’s enjoyable, but also knows when it’s time to cut the crap. Since he’s rarely serious, that makes the impact all the greater when he DOES get his act together. Kendra, the older sister by one year, is a stickler for keeping to the rules, but will often cave in and follow her brother around at the promise of a little fun, even though most of the time she’s making sure he just doesn’t hurt himself. While more sensitive than her brother in some cases, she’s often the stronger of the two, in that she gets. Sh*t. DONE. It is so rare for me to find novels and written works that have protagonists who are also close siblings and maintain their relationship as brother and sister realistically throughout the series, and their personalities bounce off of each other SO WELL. They’re easy to follow, but still intelligent. A good balance that respects the characters as well as the reader for not dumbing down their speech when unnecessary.
  • The writing. The style is beautiful, it absolutely paints pictures in your head. Which is great, since actual illustrations are hardly ever present in the book - only 2-3 full-page images per book that aren’t the small titlecards to the chapter at the top of the page, which only serve the purpose of showing the location of the current chapter. A lot of care and attention went into the writing of these novels - the pacing is perfect to keep you absorbed and not bore you, but also not too fast so as to be throwing things at you when you need a break from the insanity. And trust me. There will be insanity.
  • The Fables. They’re not technically called ‘Fables’ in the books, it’s just easier for me to call them that - in reality, I’m referring to EVERY SINGLE FANTASTICAL CREATURE. Not just the classics - demons, dragons, fairies, centaurs - but also the incredible variety and the sheer scale of it all. Fablehaven incorporates legends from all over the world, it truly gives you the feeling that there is magic everywhere, to the point where you almost can’t escape it. I swear to god, I started checking everywhere to look for magical animals when I was done reading these novels, and I was sixteen when I finished them - these books are that good, people. Egyptian/African mythological creatures? Got ‘em. Native American legends? Those too. Australian terrors? Yep. Nordic mythical creatures? Absolutely. Outlandish and surreal new monsters you haven’t thought of? Definitely. You want it? Fablehaven probably has it.
  • The risk. There is no pussyfooting around with this series. They establish right away in the very first book that literally anything can kill you. ANYTHING. Clay golem = deadly as hell. Water nymphs = oh their goal in life is to kill you because it’s ‘funny’. Fairies = mess with them, they will wreck your shit. Cursed plants = have been known to leave no survivors. Floating balloon-like bulbs = yeah those are filled with an extremely acidic gas that will fill the air instantly and melt you like butter if they pop, which can happen if you so much as touch them. The sense of danger being everywhere is very potent, and keeps you on edge for something to go down all the time.
  • The villains. Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m telling you who the villains are. Because you will never see it coming when you find out. Half of the series, you don’t even know who the villains are, and sometimes you even question which is morally right or wrong. Which makes it all the more disturbing when you find out who. But I will tell you this. The villains are some of the most bone-chilling I’ve ever read about, and this is coming from a second-year college student. This isn’t Scooby Doo, kiddies. The author doesn’t BS around and treats it as real life, and by god does it work.
  • The plot twists. Once again, I ain’t telling you jack. You have to find out for yourself. The writers and editors for these books were geniuses. Only when you hit the plot twists and the bombs are dropped on you do you realize that they were being hinted to at all.
  • THE MOTHERF%$#ING DRAGONS. DUDE. Fablehaven has one of the BEST. THE BEST. INTERPRETATION OF DRAGONS I’VE EVER SEEN. Dragons aren’t just beasts to be slain, or ridden like steeds - the dragons are magical beings of incredible power, revered and allowed to live freely in secret magical preserves. Not because they’re hunted, oh no. Because if they were allowed to be released into the world, they would cause massive chaos when attacked by humans who don’t understand them. The dragons are NOT to be trifled with - in fact, if you tried to ride one, they would kill you on the spot. To put a skeleton of one on display is practically blasphemous, so trophy hunters beware. And since their powers vary by species and individual, they aren’t just stereotypical firebreathers. There’s dragons who can turn into human form, there’s dragons who are made entirely of poison to the point where being in the same room as them would be instant death, dragons who can do nothing but turn invisible, even a six-legged Quetzalcoatl-like dragon who breathes a gas that forces people to tell the truth. Just. Mother. F*&^ing. DRAGONS.
  • The Fairy Trader. If you’re not even slightly amused by the fact that the magical preserve owners purchase and trade fairies with an Indiana Jones-type guy whose job is to travel the world and capture rare fairies to swap like Pokemon cards, our friendship is in jeopardy.
  • The drama. The moments when shit starts to get real, I can guarantee you will never forget. I can recall every moment from every book when things started getting heavy and dangerous, practically by heart. I draw a lot of inspiration from them, too. And harkening back to the variety of magical creatures that I mentioned before, that gives me a LOT of great source material from around the world.

And these are just some of the things! I can’t tell you any more of the things I want to gush about because they would be spoilers. But if this post doesn’t at least poke at your interest, well, I enjoyed writing it anyway.

atmrobber  asked:

slides in fan favorite on a piece of paper - u know what to do.

@atmrobber || send “fan favorite” for who i’d pick as a new fc or an alternative fc for your muse ; ; NO LONGER ACCEPTING ! !

are you trying to kill me ? you know nobody but wentworth could’ve pulled len off so perfectly . i picked ALEXANDER SKARSGARD based off the prime earth art of captain cold ? he’s got the squarish features … and the evil look …

anonymous asked:

Your last answer on God and homsexuals was so blasphemic. How do you dare to say that "your" God loves homosexuals. Read your bible, girl! What's next? Women preaching- or even worse- women preaching when they're impure, gay people preaching? God will chasten and condemn you and your believes!

Okay, either you’re sarcastic (which I have to admit, I doubt!), or you’re just an ass (sorry for my choice of words!). 

Be sure I’ve read my bible. And you know, if you’re using your bible to hurt or to offend other people you’re definitely using your bible wrong!

Yes, my God loves people who are trans-, bi, homo-, a- and heterosexual! Yes, my God prefers seeing two men holding hands over two men holding guns. Yes, my God prefers two women kissing over two women beating each other.

And you know what? My God thinks that women can preach his word (and he does not think that women are impure when they’re on their period!), my God thinks that gay people can preach his word, my God thinks that “ in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith […]  There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” (Gal 3, 26& 28). Yep, my God thinks people are equal!




First one is a Storyboard inspired look; I had initially planned to storyboard out a large potion of the fic, but got sidetracked after like three panels. I really liked that panel, though so I colored it in grayscale >:D

Second picture is self explanatory if you’ve read the fic. LOOK AT EM GO

Art is mine; Do not edit/re-upload on other sites without credit+source

Sonnet I

In my right hand I held your last cigarette,
And watched the smoke slither out like a snake,
Blood red embers signalling my regret,
The empty space in my chest longing to ache.
Eyes set in stone, dominating my mind,
So blasphemous - it consumes my every thought,
The sound of your harsh whisper; quiet, unkind,
Standing amongst the destruction you’ve wrought.
Sweet water down curves and dips of ivory,
To trace, to track with the tip of my tongue,
The shadows could provide us no privacy,
We were voyeurs; maddened, lusty, and young.
Through dense jungles of fear and love we ran,
Tangling our legs in the folly of man.

so p5 is really cool so far. heres a blasphemous secret though: i havent played any other games in the series, besides like a tiny bit of 4 a couple of years ago. i know a lot via cultural osmosis and i saw some of the anime but thats it

anyway i think im gonna buy 3 once i’m done with 5 and then play 4 when i’m done with that so congrats to atlus for making a game so good it finally convinced me to stop putting this off lol

something in the way of a miracle

A/N: I tried to combine both the prompt from @quite-right-too and the recent @timepetalsprompts prompt ‘serenity. I don’t know if it turned out well, I’m in fact heavily uncertain about it. But still, I’m posting it.
Pairing: Ten x Rose
Summary: The prompt was “straight out of the shower” – so, a very unplanned encounter ahead.
Rating: T-ish. Gets a bit, ahem, steamy towards the end (yes that was a pun, no, I am not funny)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, neither Doctor Who nor the love letters of Henry Valentine Miller and Anais Nin, sadly. I do recommend reading them, though, they’re breathtaking and both the title and the quotes come from them.


“ROSE!” he yells into the ceiling, breathing heavily.

He’s answered with silence. Waits ten seconds, thirty, a minute … still just silence, soft and cooing wordless invites to simply close his eyes.

Cursing in the misleadingly mellifluous syllables of his mother tongue, he stuffs the spanner in his mouth, rolls up his shirtsleeves and yanks himself out of his cosy, if increasingly more stuffy, burrow under the console. Muscles strain under his dubious weight as he hovers above the grating, panting. His vision is unpleasantly sharp and his eyes ache. All at once, everything feels … too much.

He lies heavily on the grating, running a hand through his hair. Damp and tussled, shirt disheveled, skin slick and moist. Fingers smeared in soot. Rassilon, he’s tired.

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sanctus  asked:


one time my aunt had the nerve to feed me bread with olives baked into it without telling me abt the olives (she knows i hate them) and i know theyre strongly associated w Athena so maybe this is blasphemous or in poor taste or whatever but ive never felt a more unholy flavor upon my tongue than in that moment

anonymous asked:

Megatron or Pharma

Megatron can go rust in the pits. And even when I still believed in him, wanting to date him would have been… like wanting to date Primus. Who in their right mind would be that blasphemous? So Pharma wins again I suppose.

Predictions for who is going to be the other two of the Triumvirate in Trials of Apollo series

So, after reading the Hidden Oracle and having like a total freak-geek out over the fact that Nero is the main villain of the series and mentioning that there’s been a triumvirate running the show, I started to think of who the other two possible candidates could be to make it up. 

Now, Rome had it’s fair share of some god damn terrible people as emperors (case, in fact, Nero). So me being me and loving history and classics it’s been on my mind for a while. 

We know that Nero seems to be the head honcho of this whole shit show and has basically made life a living hell for demigods for the past like, century. Between funding Octavian, with all the shit he used to attack CHB, and then supporting the Titan Army. Shit just got a lot more complicated. 

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A Full Confession: Chapter 5 (NSFW)

Read on AO3.
Part 4 here.

Summary: Everything you’ve worked for was in preparation for this. You just don’t want to screw it up.

Words: 5200

Warnings: bloodplay (MORE), ritual sex, stained glass window fucking

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader (Priest!Kylo x Demon!Reader)

A/N: That’s the end of A Full Confession! Yay!!

But! This is very likely NOT the end of Father Ren & Demon!Reader. @kylophiliac and I have been discussing ideas for a sequel/additional exploration of their relationship/more gross blasphemous sex. SO! If it’s something you’re into, keep a look out!

Thank you all SO much for your support! We love writing this so much so being able to share it and have other people enjoy it too is truly a joy. Your comments are so kind and wonderful. THANK YOU! <3<3<3

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