Persephone, knowing one She who walks between the land of the gods and the land of the dead I honour your wisdom, goddess, and your eye for justice And I pray for even an ounce of the knowledge you have obtained As joyful fertile maiden and as queen of the Underworld
Dionysus, mad raging god To you I turn my face and honour all that you have given this world And I fully acknowledge that I am moving into a period of my life that I have little control over I honour you, Ivy-bearer, and I pray for your guidance As well as your fearlessness As I take the next step
“But…what if the silence is broken by the ones you’ve loved? Incredibly present, with heavenly breath to wake you up? With nothing left to poison a portrait of who I’ve become, only elation remains; protecting us from this never ending night. Dear apparition, while my senses last: is absolution far too much to ask? Will you forgive a truly troubled mask?”
Inspired by my friends/favorite band The Dear Hunter’s new album ‘Act V: Hymns With The Devil in Confessional’. Fantastic, beautiful record. Go check it out! It’s on Spotify and stuff.
i think that the reason that renaissance art appeals so much to me is because of how much of it is inspired by god. here is this golden age of beauty and art and in the middle of it all is catholicism. and this isn’t to say that the catholic church doesn’t have some Serious Issues, but what it says mostly to me is that the crucifixion achieved exactly what god set out to do
jesus didn’t die on the cross because it was easy, or because he knew he would be coming back, jesus died on the cross because the death of the son of god needed to be something extraordinary that humanity would still be singing about thousands of years later. humans are fickle and forgetful creatures, so the ultimate act of salvation had to be brought to our level, to something we could understand. there was no way god could do this without becoming personally involved.
here is your saviour, in a form you can see and understand, so that you will never forget my love for you
it’s easy to become removed from such a vast and nebulous concept like god, but jesus needed to identify himself with humanity, and what better way to do that than through suffering? when jesus cries out to god asking why he has been forsaken, he is not asking as god’s son, he’s asking as a voice for humanity.
so to see an era like the renaissance take up all that is holy and good and turn it into something so visually beautiful and breathtaking is so important to me. the ultimate act of god’s love for humanity is immortalised in art that reaches everyone, regardless of whether they believe or not.
So Coldplay’s new video for “Hymn for the Weekend” is set in Mumbai and it features a wonderfully vibrant city full of color, laughter and happiness on the day of Holi (the festival of colors). Beyonce wears Indian-inspired clothing designed by an Indian who wanted to depict India in a fun and different way. And you can tell that people commenting on YouTube know nothing about cultural appropriation. Me and my Indian friends loved this video. Hundreds of Indians loved this video. And yet, people are accusing them of cultural appropriation when the truth is, the video shows Mumbai in a fantastic way, portraying the vigor and life of Indian cities without stereotypes. It was a video about Holi, and all the elements were there: temples, colors, fireworks, mythical plays, oil lamps.
This is not cultural appropriation. This is not wearing a bindi cuz “it’s cool”. This is Beyonce wearing Indian-inspired fashion designed by an Indian designer in a video where she is herself in a movie called Rani (Queen). This is wonderful! It shows my country in a beautiful light, it shows Western singers and actresses actually respecting my culture, my fashion, my festivals, and being a part of it with assistance from Indian people themselves. This did not whitewash locals, or stereotype them into Mumbai slums. This portrayed all the brilliant and beautiful things that you see during times of festivities around India. Please, please stop acting as if you think it offends us when it doesn’t. And if it does offend some people, I’m extremely sorry. You must have your own valid reasons, but in this case I believe it’s a personal thing. However, please don’t speak “for the majority of Indians” because so many of us do like it and believe it’s a celebration of authentic Indian culture during Holi. Stop trying to force social justice on everything, especially when for a change India is represented in an authentic and non-Hollywood manner when it’s never portrayed well. I understand that she is not a part of my culture, but I believe in this case, it’s more appreciation than appropriation.
Good Friday ritual keeps going. A new Christian prayer by Fairuz has been released on Easter, marking the first appearance of the beloved diva in the last two years. Since 2013, in fact, Rima Rahbani is releasing new filmed hymns on a biyearly schedule. On 2014 no hymn was released, making space for 21 June’s Ave Maria clip, which was meant as usual as a tribute to Assi Rahbani. On 2015, even 2 Christian hymns were released on the same period, Ifrahi ya Bayta Aniya and Ya Meem Reh Yeh Meem, falling into nothing new in 2016 (if we don’t consider the live in Sharjah 1979 released on 21 June for the 30th anniversary of Assi’s demise).
This 2017 Fairuz’s glimpse comes out as relieving as ever. Wearing her ubiquitous ebony veil and abaya, with a gorgeous blonde wig, Fairuz appears fresh, spry and touching, singing with her unique voice, which is always that of an ageless angel. The video ends with a vocalism of Fairuz, accompanied by a half orgasmic smile, which is literally the end of the world for a ravenous fan of Fairuz as I am.
Oswald Cobblepot Drabble (AKA The Official Reason I'm Going To Hell)
“Don’t move,” Oswald whispers into the soft skin of your inner thigh. His fingers are digging in enough to leave visible bruises, but his warm breath tickles. “Don’t look.”
“Oswald,” you hiss back. This absolutely can’t be happening. Not here. Not now. If anyone looks back you’ll be one hundred percent royally fucked… And not just by Gotham’s newest mayor.
You hear him laugh, low and deep in his throat. It’s the laugh you’ve heard a billion times as his press secretary. He only uses it when he’s being a little shit and knows he’s about to make your job a thousand times harder.
“Relax, no one is looking.”
“But they will.”
“Not if you shut up.”
There’s no need for you to look down to know he’s rolling his eyes. Those gorgeous, bright eyes that are hopelessly expressive. Fuck. Now you want to look. You only get to move your head a fraction of an inch before Oswald bites down hard enough for you to yelp. The man in the pew in front of you starts looking around for the source of the noise. Panic builds up in you. Please just forget it, please just forget it, please just- he turns back around. You sigh in relief only to tense up once more when you feel Oswald’s tongue trace your slick folds.
A new hymn starts up, the choir leading the congregation through your old childhood favorite. You send up a silent prayer that Oswald is obscured from their view and your face isn’t as red as you think it is. On his knees in front of you, Mayor Cobblepot worships you with his mouth and tongue and fingers, moaning like no one else is around. His pace matches the tempo of the hymn, fucking you into oblivion. Heat coils in your lower abdomen and you yank on his feather soft hair. Oswald pulls you closer, burying his face deeper in your pussy. You feel his nose bump against your clit. You want so badly to grind against his face, but he said not to move. Breaking his rules will only end in frustration.
There’s a scream building in your throat. You don’t know if you’ll be able to hold it in, but you understand you need to. This might be a game for Oswald, but you grew up with these people. They babysat you, tutored you, went on vacations with you. You can’t let them find Oswald underneath your skirt like this… Can you?
“I want you to cum,” he demands, fingers brushing up against that sweet spot inside you. “Now.”
Your hands fall from his hair to his shoulders as you chance a look at Oswald. He’s gazing up at you, adoration in his eyes. His pink lips are shiny with your juices and his inky black hair is wilder than usual.
“Oh, God!” Your words come out shakey and quiet, but Oswald smiles nonetheless.
All his teeth are bared when he declares, “Yes, tell them who your God truly is!”
…if those of you who have been listening on FB, Twitter, Instagram, and here on Tumblr the past few days would help me tomorrow. In this age of no label and independent marketing, social media is my megaphone. I know things can get loud and crazy on social media, and that’s why I recognize that I am asking you a GIANT favor right now—it is not small and I do not take it lightly whatsoever.
What, you might be wondering, is this crazy woman talking about?
Tomorrow—oh, tomorrow—I am announcing something very special, very exciting, very prized in my heart. I can’t tell you all the details, but the way we are going to go about making this makes it a real team effort between me and you. You’ll see what I mean when it is announced in the morning, but for now I am just asking from the bottom of my heart that, if you love what we announce tomorrow, you’ll share it. I want this to be an offering to the Church, from the Church. Helping me get the word out about it would be the greatest gift you could give me.