#church organ my beloved

[prototypelq]

TO ALL CHURCH ORGAN ENJOYERS MY BELOVED

@fluffypichu876 in particular as this post was written for my dear mutual's enjoyment))))))

To my great sadness, there are Not Nearly songs that use organ! This is an actual crime in my opinion, church organ sounds incredibly unique, has an unparalleled range, including sounds beyond what human ear can hear. All of this gives it incredible musiclal properties, which can be used to create a wild range of music and amazing songs.

I'll start with the ones we've already mentioned before, so they could all be grouped together in this post.

Binding of Isaac DLC just casually dropped this banger and left (not really, there are some others very good tracks in the OST, I reccomend checking out Shadowdance)

Knowledge of this wonderful track was bestowed upon my by @fluffypichu876 . Ultrakill OST is badass

THIS BANGER is a Don't Fear the Reaper cover on a church organ. Warning: the song is ripped out of the game files and stitched back together, there are 2 a little rough transisitions (they sort of jumpscare me a little if I'm not prepared), so don't be like me and turn the volume a little lower than MAX, take care of your eardrums.

Bleak Faith Forsaken is such a unique game, a real shame it was not well received. The visual and environments are breathtaking, but for me music is even more so. Composer Martel has managed to combine a truly rare combination of traditional ethnical insturments or song structures, paired this with banger riffs or synth, and made something truly niche and unique. I highly reccomend listening to the entire OST. Personal faves are Nurgei The Blademaster, Mountain Wreath

Found this one just today. Music that makes me want to confess all of my sins and bathe in the slain demon blood. Apparently I have a lot of Warhammer 40k catching up to do...

Now, a more popular and easier to find category - rock song covers! I've had the pleasure of listening to some of these performed live, and I highly suggest any church organ enjoyer looks for local orchestral rock concerts. It sounds fantastic in your headphones, and it sounds even more powerful live (I've found a local organisation that regularly performs these concerts and the tickets are very affordable, catholic church has my respect and thanks for allowing these concerts. They even regularly perform Jesus Christ Superstar!!! respect)

It's a testament to organ's range that you can play an entire rock song with just these two instruments. The drummer is a certified banger for sure, and organ wonderfully plays the guitar part I love this cover more than the original tbh

And classic. Interstellar Sountrack. Brace yourself all you want, you will be blown away regardless.

#these are all i've got! #not as much as I would have wanted but all of these are so powerfull #i i might summon vergil by just saying that #...I do have a 100% self-indulgent headcanon the bois will like orchestral rock cover concerts #it is funny how most of these osts can feature usually (1) organ song at most like it sounds so good and alien it can fit only in one song #or probably entire warhammer 40k ost i dunno I gotta listen to those #i highly reccomend checking out bleak forsaken ost and isaac antibirth ost there are actual gems in there #ultrakill too of course #I KIND OF FORGOT NELO BATTLE THEME OOOPS #church organ my beloved #broccoli's music recs #fluffy hope you'll like these))) #Youtube

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)— She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege

Jean Seberg (Breathless, Saint Joan)— Some of us watched À bout de souffle as a lil French undergrad and had the trajectory of our lives changed by Jean Seberg. She IS French new wave!! She is the moment!! She sadly had to work with a lot of shitty directors in her career but even so, she has this magnetic energy whenever she’s on screen. In her personal life, she was also very supportive of civil rights causes, and was even targeted/harassed by the FBI for financially supporting the Black Panther Party.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ava Gardner:

Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.

Gifset: https://www.tumblr.com/pelopides/721438308726603776/ava-gardner-as-pandora-reynolds-pandora-and-the

Gifset 2: https://www.tumblr.com/portraitoflestatonfire/731899355804598272/if-the-loustat-reunion-doesnt-look-like-this-then

HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.

I literally gasp every time I see her.

Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each other’s lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.

Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.

Jean Seberg:

anyone who plays Joan of Arc is kind of hot by default tbh

she's gorgeous, she's cool, she has the original blond pixie cut

She donated a lot of her money to civil rights organizations such as the NAACP and the black panther party as well as Native American school groups, as a result of this the fbi ran a smear campaign against her and a surveillance campaign which is thought to have led to her suicide tragically.

idk if this is propaganda but the COINTELPRO and the FBI are widely blamed for her death. If the FBI was after her for supporting the Black Panther Party you know she was good

#jean seberg #ava gardner #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

[sgiandubh]

OMG! I can practically see her pulling at her pearls in indignation and fury! I wonder how many wet dreams he rejected her to result in this anger 🙃🙄😜 https://www.tumblr.com/maximumwobblerbanditdonut/747779411400671232/public-intoxication-sh-was-invited-to-the-landcon?source=share

Dear Pearl Clutching Anon,

This woman is the worst mythomaniac and the most pathetic know-it-all of the entire fandom. Mark me: probably a sock account of one of the Mordor sopranos, who'd like to play it cool otherwise. She is an impostor, pretending to be a Scot. But her grammar and spelling recurrent mistakes point to anything else but an English native speaker.

Prized and praised as she is by the dim-witted, she is living proof of the fact that you cannot reasonably and endlessly pretend to be an expert in hair implants, cocktails/bartending, audiovisual production, copyright, alcohol sales and pretty much everything in between. To me, she is at her most pathetic when she pretends to analyze the legal intricacies of the French regulations applicable to public alcohol tasting events.

What happened, in fact, at the Landcon 6 whisky tasting?

Ok. So, this was announced by the French organizers on March 5th and presented as a limited audience event, priced at 350 euros.

This idiot's comment is absolutely priceless:

She would be surprised to find out that, unlike the US, there has never been any Prohibition decreed in France (Hell would have frozen). Even more interestingly, the only venues where French law specifically prohibits alcohol tastings and sales are enumerated very clearly in regulations far above her intellectual abilities:

The main idea is that you cannot sell/organize alcohol tastings in public health venues (hospitals, clinics, etc), rehabilitation clinics (d'oh!) - both for alcohol and drug addictions -, schools, youth summer camps, sports arenas, swimming pools or any other public or private sports venues.

(Source: French Public Health Code, https://www.dalloz.fr/documentation/Document?id=CODE_CSPU_ARTI_D3335-1&scrll=CSPU022225&FromId=CODES_SECS_CSPU_TALPHA)

To these limitations, the French national professional organizations add, as best practice, the following: churches, cemeteries, prisons, military barracks, railway/public transport facilities (including depots).

(Source: Vin & Société's Guide juridique de la dégustation/Tasting Legal Guide - https://www.syndicat-cotesdurhone.com/upload/article/file/202103guidejuridiquedeladegustation-60658bb9468b4.pdf)

To my knowledge, Landcon's venue was neither a cemetery, nor a church (the latter could be, however discussed: wee & lame joke, btw). And for that poor woman's information, you would not need an exemption, but a permit, or licence. In current French law, there are four such sale permits, ranked from I (soft drinks, such as Orangina) to IV (all drinks, including spirits). The fabled Licence IV (also the name of a beloved 90s French kitschy music group, LOL) is now impossible to obtain and if you want to have one, you have to buy the venue (cafe, nightclub, bar, bistro, restaurant or buvette) that had it issued first, many moons ago.

That problem solved, we would have to further analyze the type of event hosted by the Landcon. Was it a tasting or a sale, according to French regulations?

If it was a tasting, no licence is needed. If it was a sale, you might need a temporary licence, granted by the Mayor, provided you have notified them at least 3 months before the event. These are also famously hard to get and very sparingly granted, too.

Because tastings are an exception, they are strictly defined by French regulations as 'free alcohol consumption' and their regulations are excruciatingly detailed. Procedures and limitations vary according to the type of event: sports, tourism promotion, markets and fairs, public gatherings or cultural events (which is the one that seemed the closest to our situation). But a cultural event-cum-tasting would have to be completely free of charge (no paying access tickets), in order to be exempt from any legal obligation. This was not the case, as we know there was a rather steep, 350 euros fee, to be able to attend it:

(Source: Vin & Société's Guide juridique de la dégustation/Tasting Legal Guide - https://www.syndicat-cotesdurhone.com/upload/article/file/202103guidejuridiquedeladegustation-60658bb9468b4.pdf)

That new activity was certainly not a tasting, as defined by French law. An amateur could then conclude, that S's event was, in fact, a disguised sale and that he is either a sinister fool or a filthy conman.

The trouble is, French legislation tolerates one single, overruling exception to everything I wrote above: sale by the producer of said alcohol. It is to be found (or rather interpreted - and it has been so by myself AND the French professional organizations), in the Code Général des Impôts/ French Tax Code:

To avoid a tedious legal translation, the idea is that if you do not sell your own produced booze, you are automatically considered as a stockist/trader and as such, subject to alcohol sales' regulations. If the Landcon organizers would have sold/promoted Laphroaig, for example, they would have needed the permit. But hosting a paying tasting event organized by SRH, promoting SRH's whisky and which profits entirely belonged to SRH is a sale by the producer, as defined by French law, not needing a permit:

(Source: Vin & Société's Guide juridique de la vente/Sales Legal Guide - https://fgvb.fr/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Vin-et-Societe-Guide-juridique-de-la-vente-19042021.pdf)

So: even if the tasting event was, in fact, a sale, French law allows a producer to sell his own alcohol, for promotion purposes as a side event, with no further need to obtain a permit. And this is exactly what their legal team rightfully advised them to do and completely what I would advised them to do, too.

That woman is so often and in so many ways completely wrong, that she is absolutely ridiculous. She (and also her other Big Friend) should perhaps stop pretending to be whatever they are not. Infantilizing, bullying and snarling at people does not help with their credibility.

Such women are genuine Frauds and absolutely despicable. People spend years fucking their eyesight in law school and we do not joke about interpreting and reading legalese. Ever. But to see idiots pretending to know just because they fucking used Google for ten minutes is just infuriating: it took me two hours to find the exception and another two to write this comment.

I hope this long, tedious answer was helpful, Anon.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

[sarahsartistportfolio]

For my followers who are specifically following me for Genshin content here are my plans/ideas going forward

First of all I will never ever write an imposter! AU

It doesn't interest me in the slightest. I have no desire to write my favorite characters trying to hunt me down and kill me. I'll never write it.

also I write for all my girly girls. Any genshin piece I write will always be AFAB/female reader. I write for the girly girls, the sub girls, the girls who love pink and dresses, the dainty girls. I write for you. So if you're also a high femm girly you will love my goddess reader.

and and I don't want to write a full on yandere cult au. I like the idea of all the characters being transfixed, fascinated by you. Like everybody loves you but they're not all just willing to throw their own morals away to follow your command. A nice balance is what I want. Like everyone wants your attention, wants your love but not everybody is willing to die/kill for you(expect Childe in every universe he's down bad for you)

Some scenarios I have in my head already

Um I have already in the works a really long Wanderer smut piece. You probable still wont see it for the next few weeks because I want it to be very cleaned up and polished. I want to put a lot of effort in it. Its Wanderer having some dubious intentions and trying to manipulate you into sleeping with him hehe

What I also want to do, I think it will be more organized on AO3. Is I want to just make a fic that's just titled like SAGAU: Cyno ficlets/ um something lol And it will just be out of order chapters that just focus on CynoXGoddess reader or you know insert character here XGoddess reader.

Like I want to write

Cyno's first time meeting Goddess you

Petting Tighnari's ears and him shamelessly pinning for your attention because he knows you love to pet him

Childe's worship towards you

Falling asleep on Xiao's lap(Cyno too!)

Jealous Lyney !!!

You giving favoritism to some characters and gifting them a second vision!

You've heard of calling the characters a good boy/girl but what about THEM calling you a good girl🥰🥰🥰

Yae Miko putting me/you into sub space if anyone can do it it would be her🥺

Similar to A Rumor Spreads but this time the rumor is that you want to have a baby lol BONUS the rumor gets a little twisted and now people believe that you are already pregnant

Lyney discovers that speaking french/Fontainian to you makes you weak and he weaponizes this against you

Venti....eating us out...that's it

Putting a little bell collar and bow on Tighnari's tail 🥰

KAZUHA...TEACHING US HOW TO KISS?? YES PLEASE OMG

also platonic Nahida and Furina scenarios because they're my bffs

EDIT I thought of some more

You confess to Albedo you've never experienced an orgasm before and he offers to run a few experiments on you to help you out

👏👏👏 You and Venti fucking in his church oh yes yes yes 😵

Poor Tighnari looks so miserable and frustrated during his rut. Why dont we...offer to help him out you know. As his beloved and ever so kind god. Why dont we offer to be his cute little fleshlight to help relieve him during this time hm?❤

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfics #right now my priority is writing more chapters for A Rumor Spreads #and finishing that Wanderer smut its like 80% completed

[ravencincaide]

Every little girl dreams.. 

Summary: No one dreams of this type of wedding, let alone wants one like it, and yet that’s the only one you’re getting. Or when you and Chuuya make the decision to stick to your original plan, even if it's the opposite from perfect. 

Pairing:  fem!Reader x Chuuya

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 9: Deep kissing

Warnings: Cursing and light angst

My attempt to crawl out of the writers block I'm sitting in.

Enjoy~

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Every little girl dreams about their future wedding. A grand thing with dozens upon dozens of guests gathered to celebrate the union between two souls.The westerstyle church filled to the brim. A priest at the altar and the future husband waiting patiently for his soon-to-be wife. In this grand western style church, the pipe organ begins playing the all-too familiar wedding march.The flutter of flowers and the rustling of the white wedding dress as you walk down the aisle, past rows upon rows of gleeful faces of friends and family all wishing you the best, all envying you as you slowly stroll towards your happily ever after. 

Or perhaps you'd envision a traditional wedding at the shrine dressed in layers of silk and fancy kimono swearing your oath more privately, reserved for the gods ears to hear. The celebration would come right after, where your friends and family would cheer for you as you and your beloved feed each other your first bites of cake. You could even settle for a small wedding: a private event reserved for just a handful of guests. Somewhere in exotic or exquisite flower gardens on bright green grass under the open skies. The grand dress, replaced with something simpler; like a suit or even a formal attire. 

Yes, there were many things you wanted for your dream wedding. And there were many things you were willing to compromise on for the sake of tying the knot with that special someone. Yet this– this was not something that was a part of anyone's wedding plans. A gloomy bitter seemingly unplanned union that was your reality. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your original attire was stained in blood and you were forced to improvise with what you had on hand:your workwear. A dark blue lace blouse with puffy sleeves and white pearl buttons, black skin-tight silky pants and high heels to match. You put your hair up in a bun and decorated it with matching white and blue pearls pins. You made sure to undo the top button in a feeble attempt to look less work-like and chose to forgo your usual black mafia coat. You spend a few moments wiping away the dirt from your heels and removing your chipped nail polish. As if fooling yourself into feeling pretty. you applied a small dot of the perfume sample you found in your pouch on your wrists and behind your ears. The scent was unfamiliar but not awful.  You chose to keep your weapons on you however, for a ‘just in case’ scenario. 

Then you strolled out of the cabinet-like room you borrowed. 

The small wooden church on the outskirts of Yokohama was, like you, in an equally unimpressive state. Most of the wood around the church had rotten long ago; the benches in the mass halls on either side of the isle were broken, scorched or damaged. A few paces away was a gaping hole in the ceiling. Off to the side stood the pipe orgel ready to produce music but with no musician in sight. The altar was the only piece of the church that did not suffer any damage. If anything it looked cleaned and well-polished as if the priest had taken his time to clean this spot up while the two of you got ready.

The door to the right of the altar opened and two men stepped out: the priest and Chuuya. 

Chuuya was dressed in his usual work attire which had taken a bit of beating during the previous fight: the clothes were not first freshnes with the exception of a clean white blouse underneath the gray vest. Even his black coat was ruffled; damaged from hundreds of bullets and weapons that had been sent flying towards him. Not injured but not completely unscratched either. The most pristine thing about him were his shoes: newly polished and sophisticated- a glimpse of the Chuuya you’ve always known. 

Without a word he took a few steps away from the priest and towards the nearest bench. He tosses his coat onto it, then his guns and weapons. 

“ Sweetheart I think we can survive without weapons for five minutes” Chuuya tried to lighten the mood with a joke as he beckoned you over. You followed his example of disarming yourself. Then you took his hand in yours and stepping up to the altar before the priest. 

Chuuya didn’t bother lying that you looked stunning, beautiful or breathtaking on your wedding day and you didn’t bother lying to say he looked as handsome as always. You were thankful for this little bit of truth. You did take a moment to wipe away a drop of dried blood from the back of his neck before turning back to face the man with the bible. Chuuya squeezed your hand in reassurance and gratitude, and you did the same. 

The priest ran his eyes from you, to Chuuya, and then lingered on your interlocked hands. He chose not to say anything about it.“ Are you two sure you would like to proceed with this marriage union right now and not wait until after the war?” 

You looked at Chuuya, expecting him to scream ‘are you a fucking idiot?' 'abort' or ‘too low-quality’ instead he turned to you with a serious look on his eyes and a laidback playful smirk just itching to split his expression into something more familiar, loving and playful. A controlled chaos- a fire burning for you. You replied with a small smile and a squeeze of his hand. You could see Chuuya resisting the urge to drive his free hand into his pocket in a typical delinquent style- an attempt to hide his nervousness. Although it would not have mattered if he did that : with no guests or witnesses. There was no one but the priest to judge you two. 

When the priest didn’t start, Chuuya finally broke the silence:“ if we’re going to be on the frontlines with no guarantees, then I’d much rather get formalities out of the way so we can stand together as husband and wife” 

You gave his hand another squeeze in agreement before you spoke “ Father, we waited a long time to get married. It doesn’t have to be perfect or expensive, as long as we come out of here united in the eyes of the government, emperor and god.”     

“ Have you prepared your wedding vows?” the priest asked with a small frown of disapproval. 

“Ehh we’ll just do the traditional ones, right doll?” Chuuya looked the slightest bit flustered. As if he had completely forgotten that there was more to the ordeal than just showing up in front of the priest. 

You could feel your heart drop in your stomach, anxiety spiking. Was this really all for nothing? The time you spend getting here all wasted over a forgotten piece of paper? You clutched Chuuya’s hand tighter in your own, while you silently prayed that the priest would still find it in his heart to help you two get married. 

Your prayers were answered. 

The priest opened the bible and stretched out pieces of paper towards you and Chuuya. Once copy each. “ I had that suspicion and brought copies with me. Alter them how you see fit so they feel more natural. The vows should come from the heart” The priest stood patiently as both of you read the vows through and altered them with a borrowed pen. Then he started the ceremony. 

You both stood patiently and attentively listened to the priest: out of the corner of your eyes you could see Chuuya. He was trying his best to contain his emotion, the edges of his lips just itching to spread into a wide grin or nervous laughter. Who would have thought the deadliest and fanciest mafia executive would be getting married, with no friends or family, in such a dumpy church. Indeed the thought made you want to both laugh and cry all at once. Ohh the irony of life.

At the priest's motion you turned to face Chuuya as he spoke his promises of eternal love; in sickness and in health, through sorrows and laughs. Through poverty and bad decisions as well as blessings and good times: “And I promise to love you till death do us part, my Sweetheart” 

You turned to face Chuuya as he took your hand in his hand and held it tightly. He then raised your hand and placed a golden band, adored with precious gems and intricate weaving of the metal on your finger.  

You gripped his hand tighter, your heart soaring as you recited your vows. As you spoke of your promise to love him no matter the hardships, through sickness and health, through faithfulness and betrayal, through lies and truths. “ and until death do us part, my love”

You did the same for Chuuya, raising his hand, you tugged the glove off. You felt him tense ever so slightly and you squeezed his hand again, reassuringly before slipping the thick golden band on his bare finger. “ Just once, for a few moments, let it sit on your bare skin please” And he squeezed your hand in turn agreeing and accepting. 

The priest held his breath before his face broke up into a smile: “ It is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife.” His eyes ran from your bright smile with tears threatening to spill from your eyes to Chuuya’s expression which matched your own. Incredibly happy, and unbelievably sad. When neither of you moved the priest urged you to, giving you his permission and blessings: “You may now kiss the bride” 

The kiss that you shared was deeper and more passionate than what was appropriate in a church. But the priest merely averted his eyes to give you some privacy. After all this kiss signified both a joyful Hello to a new beginning and a mournful goodbye..

#bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #sweetober #getting married #not a perfect wedding

[tradraine]

Self-Care Ideas for Young Tradfems! ♡

In a modern age that believes in teaching young girls to be ‘girl bosses’ and ‘sexuality liberated’, it can become easy to be disillusioned/depressed and want to give up on your dream of finding your beloved husband. But, it’s very important to remember that before a girl can care for a family and spouse, she has to care for herself. As a young tradfem, here are some of the things I do to keep out of my disillusionment and to feel happy and feminine! ♡

((Also I apologize for poor English I’m not a native speaker))

Write down baby names, go to stores and look at all the adorable baby clothes and accessories

This had helped me keep my eyes on my goal of motherhood so much! It’s really nice to imagine the details of the wonderful godly family in your future.

Clean your bedroom daily and decorate it with your own feminine, aesthetic dream

This one is great for preparation to become a wife one day. Organizing up your personal space and decorating it to your liking not only shows you are ready to take care of a household, but that you have a feminine creativity.

Pray/take part in your religion

It can be anything from a rosary or a prayer before bed to volunteering at your Church. Absolutely any activity that brings you closer to God is an activity with meaning.

Bake sweets for the special people in your life

I’ve had so much fun with this one! As a tradfem, one of my duties one day will be to cook for my household, so knowing your way around the kitchen is an important skill for a woman to have! Besides, I love seeing the happy faces of my friends and family when I give them cookies or a cherry pie.

Babysit/take care of younger family members

This one is essential for a young lady wanting to become a housewife. I’m not at all an advocate for woman making money ((quite the opposite, actually)) but this is one way to make some extra money while staying true to your god-given purpose.

Take a bath or a shower at least once a day, brush your teeth, and wear deodorant/light body spray

This one may seem obvious, but it’s very important. Smelling and looking clean not only makes you more palatable to Christian men but gives your hair and skin a gentle, feminine glow.

Buy yourself one nice ((but still modest and traditional)) thing

This one can we tricky. You shouldn’t buy your self too much lest your life is filled with the sin of greed, but buying yourself a singular new necklace or that cozy sweater you’ve been wanting can make you feel really good.

Read some classic/conservative philosophy books

While I love listening to my favourite conservative podcasts and news programs, reading is a great way to relax and exercise your brain while learning about faith and tradition.

Take a walk/hike in a forest, beach, or other natural space

Not only is hiking good exercise for your body and brain, but seeing the wonderful world god created for us helps to feel closer to him.

Make a Pinterest board of your future home/dream wedding

This one is great for keeping your spirits up! It’s a great reminder of how lovely traditional aesthetics are and how a wonderful life is just around the corner.

Stop eating fast food/eat healthy/focus on weight loss

Being trim is a crucial part of being a future traditional wife. But eating healthy to stay thin, it not only shows that you have dedication to keep yourself looking well, it will help you fit into cuter clothes.

‘Honour thy mother and father’

Your parents are a gift from God; they carry the traditions and values that have shaped who you are. Honour them by cooking a meal for them, cleaning the house so they don’t have to, ect.

Make sure your wardrobe is modest and fits you well/prepare your clothes for the upcoming week

Every girl looks beautiful in a long skirt/dress. Go through your wardrobe, discard any immodest clothing and have fun making outfits for the days ahead.

Put on some light makeup

I should emphasize that you should only put on LIGHT makeup. God and your husband will love you for your natural beauty, so there’s no point in covering in up. I personally only use mascara, light eyeliner, colour-tinted chapstick and concealer, but I believe added a light blush or some naturally coloured lipstick is an ok addition.

Watch a movie that reinforces conservative values

Movies can awful when they push a radical feminist agenda, but not all movies are the same! There are still plenty of traditional tales about a princess getting swept off her feet by a traditional masculine man or someone on the wrong path who learns the importance of obeying Christ.

Knit something/sew something/croquet something/ modify your dresses using needle and thread

Not only is this hobby perfect for a traditional young lady, but it gives you a chance to show off your creativity and make wonderful gifts for the people you love or something lovely for yourself.

Make a cute rag-doll or teddy bear for a sweet little girl in your life

So many dolls in the modern day are overly sexualized, wearing tons of makeup and skimpy outfits, or look like men. Make a little girl in your life happy with a modest toy that’s a positive roll model.

Shave your legs, arms, and underarms

Modern feminism has pushed the message that body hair is ‘beautiful’, but this is blatantly untrue. No man would prefer a hairy, mannish pig over a well-groomed traditional lady, and most women feel more desirable ((because they are)) shaven.

Be early to bed, and early to rise

Getting enough rest is important for looking traditionally beautiful and healthy. Not only will you have more defined eyes, clearer skin, and a smaller waist line, but you will be left with enough energy to clean your room six times over.

Embrace your nations traditions

Research where your bloodline descends from and it’s traditions to practice. It’s our job as traditionalists to keep the bright minds and beliefs of our ancestors alive; they would be so proud of you for following in the path God designed! ♡

Make sure your nails are well-groomed and not too garish

Men aren’t attracted to fire truck-red monster claws, or stubby, bitten dirt coated nails; it’s a sign you don’t care enough for yourself. If your hands look pleasant, then their ready to bake bread, change diapers, and wear that wedding ring.

Always trust in God, even when it’s difficult or seems pointless

As a young woman without a husband yet, it may seem like God is against you, but that’s not true at all! God has chosen the perfect man for you, now all you have to do is have faith and stay submissive and pure for your future beloved! ♡

#modesty #homemaker #housewife #traditional woman #traditionalism #trad #traditional wife #tradblr #tradcat #traditional gender roles #traditional catholicism #catholic #catholicism #pro life #happyhousewife #tradwife #tradfem #anti feminst #anti feminist women #anti feminism #conservatism #conservative #christianity #traditional marriage #traditional femininity #anti choice #the future is family #sahm #sahm blog #christian motivation

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wipwednesday! as always i am humbly asking for my beloved arsonist from my beloved writer <3

hope you're well and not fighting with all your neils this week!

WIP Wednesday (3/13) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 108)

Two days after the fake fire at Renee’s church, Andrew is off work again. He spends the morning with a bowl of Lucky Charms and the TV. Then he has to force himself to put actual clothes on and do actual human stuff. Like buying food because his kitchen is empty, except for a carton of eggs which he only uses to bake.

"Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard..." Andrew mutters under his breath as he makes a mental shopping list. He needs pretty much everything, which sucks because it's going to be hell to bring up. That's what he gets for avoiding this for so long.

As he slips his shoes on, he considers swinging by the library to find something else to do besides stare at the TV. He finds it strange for a moment that he can’t remember the last book he actually finished. He always gets bored halfway through and gives up.

“If I get a book, I will finish the book. No matter how much it sucks.” He says aloud, as if that makes it mean something. And then he takes stuffs his wallet into his pocket and opens the door.

—

After spending time around other people, both at the library and the grocery store, it’s sort of strange to come back to his empty apartment. He’s lived alone since he graduated. This is nothing new. But it almost feels… lonely. At least at the station, there’s the occasional… Annoyance. Usually in the form of a six-foot-two professional exy player who likes to follow him around.

Okay, Kevin isn’t all that bad. Andrew rather likes him, though he will admit that to no one. Especially not Kevin. With that thought, Andrew drops his groceries on the kitchen counter and starts to organize them. For some reason, the asshole who checked him out put a six pack on top of his loaf of bread so it’s squished flat on one side. 

Oh, goddamn it. The one time he buys the nice bread… Andrew lets out a sigh. He’ll salvage it somehow. Maybe French toast. As he finishes putting his food away Andrew spends a bit of time doing other stupid but necessary shit, like vacuuming and cleaning the bathroom because it had been a while.

Once he’s through, he rewards himself by grabbing one of the packages of chocolate from 10’s gift basket— surprisingly there’s still plenty left— and one of the books he’d checked out before heading to his room to read in bed.

#funnily enough none of my neils were beating me up this week. it was mostly my brain TWT but here u are sweetness! #andrew making himself do chores! so exciting. :'))) #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️ #answered #tisaqslur

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Elbert Greetia

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

Kate: "Oh, those rosebuds over there are blooming already."

Elbert: "It's pink. I thought it was white."

Ellis: "It's true. It's beautiful."

Elbert and I were having tea in the garden with Ellis, who invited us.

(Time seems to flow more peacefully when I'm with these two.)

I sipped the warm cup of tea and was enjoying a peaceful afternoon, but一

Elbert: ".........."

Ellis: "El, do you want it? Should I cut everything like I did the last time?"

Kate: "What? Cut?"

(I take back what I said before. It's not peaceful at all.)

For unknown reasons, Elbert enjoyed collecting beautiful things.

His desire to collect was so weird that he would even strip this garden into nothing without hesitation.

Ellis: "As long as it makes El happy, I'm fine with it."

Kate: "But it just bloomed so beautifully."

Elbert: "Would you be sad if it got cut off?"

Kate: "Yes, I'll be sad."

Elbert: "I see."

As I anxiously watched Elbert gazing at the roses with hesitation, a black figure suddenly appeared from behind, surprising me.

Victor: "Hello, my beloved cursed ones. Kate, you're as enchanting as ever!"

Kate: "Victor? Aren't you supposed to be working at the palace today?"

Victor: “Of course, I’ve already taken care of it. I rushed here to be a part of this beautiful outing. Yup, I really am talented!”

Victor hugged Elbert’s shoulder with his right arm and Ellis’s shoulder with his left arm.

Elbert & Ellis: “........”

(Both of them are skilled at evading. I wonder if that's just the usual for them.)

It was kind of cute to see him hugging them.

Victor: “Ahem! Setting that aside, I actually have something important to discuss.”

Kate: “Discuss?”

Victor: “There’s a rumor going around among lovers in London about an organization called Amour.”

Victor: “They say that if you join the organization and have a wedding ceremony at their church, you can make your love eternal.”

Elbert: “Eternal love?”

Ellis: “That’s a beautiful claim.”

Victor: “Indeed. However, it’s concerning that the lovers who were supposed to pursue eternal love haven’t returned.”

Kate: “Huh?”

Victor: “The police speculate that the leader and several executives of the organization are most likely involved in some criminal activity.”

Victor: “The number of missing persons is too large for the size of the facility to be considered under the line of brainwashing or confinement, so they have most likely been killed.”

Elbert: “So you want to discuss the infiltration?”

Victor: “Exactly! The infiltration has been tricky, and the police investigation is facing difficulties, so Her Majesty wants the Crown to resolve the matter quickly.”

Kate: “Why is it tricky?”

Victor: “They need a couple getting married to infiltrate the organization.”

Victor: “I heard that the leader doesn’t show up unless it’s in the middle of a ceremony.”

Kate: “I see. So in order to catch the main culprit, it’s necessary to pretend as lovers and have a wedding ceremony.”

Victor: “Yes. And it looks like they need to do a lot of flirting to convince them to hold the ceremony.”

Elbert: “Flirting?”

Victor: “Demonstrating love by hugging and whispering sweet words to each other.”

Victor: “I heard that the cops who tried to sneak in were rejected after failing to do so.”

Victor: “There’s only one woman who can help us expose the true nature of Amour and bring the culprit to justice, and that is you, Kate.”

Kate: “----!”

Victor: “And the only one available right now is you, Elbert.”

Ellis: “What about me?”

Victor: “Jude told me not to include you on the mission because you have an important business meeting.”

Ellis: “I see. That’s too bad.”

Victor: “So, I’m asking you, Elbert, and Kate. What do you think?”

(I’m not sure about the “flirting” part, though.)

Kate: “If it’s a mission where people’s lives are at stake, then there’s no reason for me to refuse. I will do my best.”

(We have to do something about it.)

Victor: “Are you okay with this, Elbert?”

Elbert: “A little.”

Elbert: “Let me talk to Kate about it.”

Kate: “Elbert, what do you want to talk about?”

Elbert: “If we’re going to act like lovers, I thought it’d be better to touch you and see if it would make you uncomfortable.”

Elbert: “Once I agree, I can’t take it back, so before I do, I need to be sure.”

(Does that mean we’re going to touch each other?)

His tone seemed so casual, and he didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives.

(He withheld his response out of concern for me.)

I was surprised to see him empathize with people’s pain and grief.

Kate: “Thanks. You, too, feel free to tell me if you don’t like it.”

Elbert: “Yeah, got it. Go ahead and touch me.”

Kate: “Okay. Then if you don’t mind.”

(I knew we would do this eventually, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon.)

I wasn’t mentally prepared, but I didn’t want his concern to go in vain, so I nervously reached out my hand.

Kate: “We’ll likely hold hands, right?”

Elbert: “Yes.”

Elbert’s hand felt smooth and strangely cool to the touch.

Elbert: “We may also link arms with each other.”

I slid my hand upward, and he accepted it without flinching or resisting.

(And then, if it’s a wedding...)

The thought of kissing flashed through my mind, and I reflexively looked up.

Elbert: "----?"

(It's a fake wedding, so I'm sure things won't go that far.)

Just imagining the touch of those perfectly shaped lips made me lose my composure, and I hurriedly erased it from my mind.

Kate: "You didn't hate it?"

Elbert: "It's okay. I don't mind you touching me."

Kate: "I see. That's good."

Elbert: "Then I'm next."

Kate: "Okay. Go ahead."

Elbert placed his arm around my waist. The moment his large palm touched me, my body jumped involuntarily.

Elbert: "Did you not like it?"

Kate: "I-It's not that. I'm just nervous and sensitive."

Kate: "Please continue."

Elbert: "Okay. If you don't like it, you can always tell me."

I held my breath as he put his other hand on my cheek.

(............)

I couldn't help but notice my heart making funny noises when his jewel-like eyes looked at me up close and gently touched me as if I were a fragile thing.

Elbert: "How do you feel?"

Kate: "I'm fine."

I nodded, and he gently moved his palm away from my body.

Elbert: "Good. Then I'll let Victor know that I accept the mission."

Kate: "Yes, thank you."

(I'm glad he doesn't mind me touching him.)

(Also, I...)

I recalled him touching me and almost felt weird, so I hurriedly shook my head.

(I guess I wasn't "fine," after all.)

A few days later, we visited the church, which served as the headquarters of Amour, and the cultists reacted to him the same way other people would when they saw him for the first time.

Cultists: "........."

They were entranced by his beauty as if time had stopped.

Elbert: "Sorry, we're here to make our love eternal, but are we in the right place?"

Cultist: “A-Apologies! Welcome! Please, let us carry your bags.”

The cultists hurriedly took our bags from the carriage and carried them into the building.

(Huh?)

Kate: “Did we bring those black boxes?”

Elbert: “Yeah. It’s my stuff. Don’t worry about it.”

Cultist: “Those who wish to be married here are invited to join us for a joint garden party to confirm their love.”

Cultist: “It’s about to start, so please join us and enjoy!”

They led us to a small garden in front of the church, and we saw several lovers chatting with each other, drinks in hand.

Kate: “What do they mean by confirming their love? Are they making sure we’re not just getting carried away?”

Elbert: "Could be."

As soon as we entered, I broke out in a cold sweat at the stares directed toward Elbert.

(I hope the lovers do not break up.)

While praying for such a thing, I looked around, taking in my surroundings, and suddenly came back to my senses.

Although most people here are couples, this garden was filled with beautiful and captivating women.

(He's obsessed with beautiful things, so perhaps he's attracted to other women too?)

The words "mission failed" flashed through my mind.

(Praying for them not to break up as if it were someone else's problem was not really the time for that.)

Kate: "Elbert."

Elbert: "Hm? What is it?"

Kate: "Make sure to only look at me, okay?"

Elbert: "........."

Elbert: "That's what I intend to do."

Masterlist┆ Part 2┆Premium End┆Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ikevil elbert #ikevil #elbert greetia #ikevil translations

[theangelwithawand]

Church on Ruby Road

Vs

Okay… I liked that!

There were so many better, more organic ways to introduce Ruby’s search for answers about her bio family then that awkward time skip/ clip show. It could have just been two days. But that interview is just such a blatant excuse to dump her name, age, education level, the fact that she

Because here’s the thing…everything I liked about Ruby, I learned watching her go about her life. I liked watching her with her friends, be a real person. All of the other character work happened once she got to the house and I watched her with her mom and Cherry. We learn very naturally that she’s looking for her bio family, that she’s upset about not getting answers, but also is clearly happy with her family as it is. Her reaction throughout the entire kidnapping is weird, there’s not enough urgency on her behalf.

The gloves are cool? Like in theory, they’re cool, but I do think they get a bit marvel-ish at the end.n

The goblin ship design and interior set are cool, just doesn’t feel very Doctor Who. I like the explanation of how the goblins work though.

Doctor, I have seen you untie ropes with your sonic.

“I am learning the vocabulary of rope!”

The goblins are kinda unthreatening, they just let the Doctor and Ruby stand there. The goblins look good though, they did a good job combining practical and digital effects.

I wish that maybe Ruby felt guilty for being distracted that Lulubelle was kidnapped, (not that she should feel guilty, it would just give more emotional depth to her).

At first I didn’t like how rushed Ruby’s disappearance is, but I think it gives more disorientation to the episode. I love the lighting switch, how everything becomes desaturated. It’s very subtle and I didn’t notice it the first time. Carla’s sudden switch is horrifying.

The Doctor’s tears…I love how much compassion he has. This is the Doctor I love, that I’ve missed. I do wish that he and Ruby had gotten a quieter moment to bond, just to make this feel a little more desperate, and the reunion even sweeter.

The episode does feel like it has two climaxes, Lulubelle’s rescue and baby Ruby’s rescue. The rescue of Ruby does feel rushed and I still don’t understand the crack in the ceiling or why the ship just disappears.

Okay…Ruby Sunday. Millie Gibson is really fun. Her dramatic moments are also really well-acted. But…I was really hoping we’d be going back to the type of companion that’s just a person. Like Rory, Rose, Donna, Martha, and Bill. They all have extraordinary things happen to them yes, but they aren’t introduced as mysteries. That’s my least favorite type of companion, because their character is always secondary to the plot. And, I’m going to be honest, I don’t care who Ruby’s parents are. But…oh well.

I do love the scene of Ruby piecing together that the Doctor is a time traveller, and she just thinks that’s cool and wants to go see it, but like…most companions are like that to some degree. At least she has a family though, which is one of my favorite parts of companion stories.

Mrs. Flood could be a cool mystery.

Alright…Ncuti Gatwa is tied with my beloved Ninth doctor. He’s fun and flirty and heroic and empathetic. His theme music rocks. He can do angsty moments really well. I like how the Timeless child is being handled.

All in all, I’m excited for what’s coming.

#doctor who #15th doctor #ncuti gatwa #the church on ruby road #ruby sunday #fourteenth doctor

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - A Manny (Mayans MC)/Hannah Gray (OC) Story.

I said I would wait to begin posting this, but I’m just starting chapter eleven and I absolutely cannot wait! It isn’t going to be epically long, and I have also made the chapters much more bitesized (2k or less on the word count) so you guys aren’t bombarded by my usual long reads and blathering on (lol!) 

Since I know that Manny is very popular, I’m going to set the unlock at 50 notes to get the first chapter (which will begin being posted after BTBT is done) this just the prequel, so you have plenty of time to make that happen. Now, I don’t mind a bit of system cheating, but I would like to see how much this can happen organically, with everyone participating in the likes, comments and reblogs. So, with that being said, on with the show!

Taglist - In the comments

Words - 1,104

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Prologue

“Do you, Hannah, take Michael, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, ‘till death do you part, according to god’s holy law?”

Did she?

Hannah felt as if she were going deaf to all around, other than the ringing in her ears, a wave of heat rising through her as her heart hammered. The minister sounded like he was speaking to her through water, his voice distorted, the weight of the stare from the entire congregation upon her as she opened her mouth, swallowing when she began to salivate excessively.  

Did she?

Because this was for the rest of her life. Of course, if it didn’t work then there was always divorce, but should she, the bride herself, really go through with such a commitment if the word divorce was coming to her as she stood there at the altar, unable to speak? Her eyes flitted over to the stable forces that were her dad and stepmom, both of them staring back at her with concern, Jackie mouthing ‘are you alright?’, Hannah still stood there, gaping like a fish out of water, her legs tingling.  

“Babe?” Michael spoke, nudging her. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging here.”  

She turned again, looking out to her side of the church, so sparse compared to the small army that was Michael’s friends and family, with it dawning on her as every second stretched out.  

‘I’m sorry, pumpkin. I can’t do it. I can’t go ahead and watch you make a mistake, and I think it is, you marrying him.’ Shonda. Her ride or die, and she wasn’t there looking beautiful in jade green satin as a bridesmaid, because she couldn’t stand Michael.  

‘Grampy and I won’t be attending, sweetheart. I’m sorry.’ Her grandmother. Ethel Gray was much too polite and mild-mannered to come out in as many words and say it, but she and her husband Bill had never liked him either. Hell, her parents were only there because she’d pleaded with them. Rob and Jackie Gray were also upon the side that said Michael Hansen was a completely unsuitable choice for their beloved daughter.  

‘Sorry, Han. Ain’t coming. I don’t like that dude, never have, never will.’ Steve, her elder brother hadn’t been so discreet. Neither had her younger, Jack.  

Standing there, it was the moment it hit her, how wrong it was. Her best friend, her brothers, her grandparents, most of her cousins, everyone who had refused, they should have been there. This was her wedding day, and they weren’t there, all because they saw what she refused to, or rather did and instead, stuffed down, excused away, tried to convince herself she could live with. It was her last shot at happiness, she’d convinced herself it was. But was it? Really?  

“Hannah, would you like me to repeat the vows again?” the minister asked quietly, breaking the deathly silence that had fallen over the church.  

She shook her head. “No.” Her bouquet slipped from her hand before she’d even turned to look up at her fiancé, roses and lilies shedding their petals upon the parquet floor. “I can’t, I’m so sorry.” Turning, she gathered her dress, reaching to take the small, oyster lace clutch from her now-never-would-be sister-in-law before running back down the aisle, a chorus of gasps echoing through the sacred space, Hannah praying that her ankles didn’t buckle, having to run in five-inch heeled Manolo Blahnik’s. She’d chosen the very same Hangisi royal blue stilettoes that her heroine Carrie Bradshaw had worn to marry Mr Big. Except she was the one doing the jilting in this instance.  

“Hannah! Wait!”  

Michael’s voice propelled her faster down the steps, people all around stopping and pointing as they witnessed it, a real-life runaway bride situation. Her heart hammered hard with every step, her armpits beading with sweat as she felt her stomach lurching, swallowing hard, knowing she had to escape him.  

“Hey lady! Fucking watch it!” the man behind the wheel of the car she ran out in front of through the traffic yelled, Hannah swerving, realising how stupid and perilous her decision to cross the highway was, her head spinning as her eyes darted around, looking for a cab, turning back to see Michael hurtling down the grass bank that flanked the church.  

“Hannah! Get back here, now!”  

“Fuck!” Panic flooded her, dodging between the cars, horns blaring even though the traffic was slow moving that morning, looking for her escape when suddenly, it called out to her.  

“Hey darlin’, you need a ride?” Turning her head in the direction she’d heard the smooth, husky voice call, she saw a tall man aboard a massive black Harley. The trepidation she felt when noticing the Mayan kutte lasted all of five seconds, hearing Michael yelling at her again. It wasn’t the cab she’d been looking for, but an outlaw on an iron horse was perhaps the better option for making a speedy getaway.  

“Yes! Thank you!” she cried, moving around the front of the white Lincoln Navigator that had kindly stopped to let her cross into the next lane, hoiking up her dress a little further as she straddled the back of the motorcycle.  

“Where you wanna go, mamas?” the man asked.

“As far away from here as possible.”

He pulled back the throttle, the bike sounding like thunder in her ears. “I gotchu.” Over eighteen hundred cc’s roared ferociously as he pulled out and cut through the traffic, the all-black Street Bob thundering away down the highway, Hannah yanking her veil off before wrapping her arms around his slender waist, her heart still going ten to the dozen as she left a shocked, angry looking former fiancé in her wake, her veil fluttering down at his feet as he watched her ride away.  

“You okay there?” he asked as they took a right at the intersection, feeling that she held onto him with a shaky grip.  

“Yes... no... erm...” she floundered. “I’m Hannah, by the way.”

He chuckled a little. “I’m Manny. Sounds like you need me to take you to the nearest bar, Hannah.”

“Immediately, if not sooner!”

He was planning on going home, lighting up a joint and maybe calling his regular no strings attached girl for some afternoon fun, with little else to do with his day. Rescuing a bride who’d obviously had some very last minute second thoughts was certainly a very random derailing of that initial plan, but one he wasn’t mad about.  

#manny mayans mc #manny mayans mc fanfiction #manny mayans mc imagine #manny mayans mc smut #manny mayans mc x ofc #manny montana #manny montana fanfiction #manny montana imagine #manny montana x ofc #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[flowerandblood]

I have a problem in my private life and I don't really know what to do about it. If you want, read what I wrote below and express your opinion whether I am being oversensitive and what you would do in my place.

My husband's mother is a psychotherapist who tends to analyze her family - unfortunately, because it is very unhealthy and unprofessional. On the one hand, she treats her sons (my husband and his younger brother) as geniuses (which they are), her most beloved, best boys, sometimes referring to them as if they were still five years old.

On the other hand, she convinces my husband that his devotion to church affairs comes from his problems, that he denies his need to go to a psychologist in favor of talking to a priest (bullshit).

My husband told me that she interfered a lot in his private life, with whom, where and why, to such an extent that he did not want to tell her for a long time that he was with me so that she would not bother him, he also hid my letters from her under his bed .

And finally I showed up. When I first came to their house, she welcomed me like a queen, baked me a cake, praised my beauty and intelligence, told me how much my husband and I fit together, how glad she was that we met.

It was nice until a year later when my husband proposed to me and announced that he didn't want to wait long to get married - I had no objections either, but it was his decision to hurry. My husband's mother wanted a big wedding, but I did the opposite. Then my little hell began.

When I was in my city and my husband was in my house, his mother told him that I was manipulating him, that he was making a mistake by wanting to marry me so soon (she got married early and they separated from my husband father because they couldn't be together withstand).

My husband was devastated, but he stood by me, saying that it was our wedding and our comfort was the most important. It ended with the wedding being exactly as we wanted, but my husband's mother personally organized a grand reception.

There had been tension between us since then, but it seemed to be getting better. I tried to help her, be nice to her, simply treat her as if she were my second mother (even though neither I nor my husband call our in-laws 'mom' or 'dad').

My mother treats my husband as if she just magically had a second child. She is strict and demanding, but she also always thinks about him, what he says and what he needs is important to her, she would like to see him as often as possible and is sad when he doesn't come to their place for coffee with me.

In the case of my husband's mother, I always feel like the third wheel there. When I confided in her about my fear of pregnancy and of the baby turning out sick, she then used it against me during another conversation and said - after you confided in me all your phobias, I already knew that I would never have a grandchild.

Which was like a slap in the face because that's when we started trying for a baby and it turned out that I had hormonal problems.

I told her this and she felt ashamed, but the milk had already spilled. She couldn't understand how my husband and I could not want to go everywhere together, give each other so much space, she said that I was denying things, that I was behaving like an amazon and trying to prove something to everyone.

Of course, she said all this when my husband was not around.

When he came back in the evening after a party with friends and found me in bed crying, I told him everything. That I told her that I didn't want to have an uninvited therapist, but a second mother and I was sorry that I would never be her third child in her eyes.

He said that what she was doing was because she was jealous, that she knew that I was the first in his eyes now and that she couldn't come to terms with it.

But is it my problem?

Since that conversation, she has calmed down a bit, because I told her some bitter words of truth, but I will never trust her again, I thank God that she lives so far from us. I get stressed thinking about when I have to go there (like next week, because it's a holiday in our country and there will be days off).

I just try to be nice, not to express my opinions or interfere in the discussion, but if I do something that she thinks I could do differently, she still blames me and bothers me. This is my little hell (and then she has the nerve to say she's an awesome mother-in-law).

I'm sorry, I had to share this with someone, my husband knows it very well and is trying to protect me from her, but he can't be with me 24 hours a day, and she's his mother.

We wondered if he should talk to her about it, but we're sure in her head she'll explain to herself that I manipulated him and I'm turning him against her because she's not doing anything wrong.

#just private stuff

[cassianus]

How do we approach the world and writings of St. Isaac the Syrian? For, Archimandrite Vasileios tells us, he "commands a territory which is difficult to describe. It is the mystery of the age to come, as it is lived out today by a saint who is mature, totally transfigured; who not only sees the strength of things uncreated and the beauty of things unseen, but has the power, in the likeness of God, to create new worlds, as he himself says. And although this is something so vast, it is not a dizzying vastness; on the contrary, it soothes you. It calms you down. Because he has attained to the mercy of God, the incomprehensible compassion which loves the whole creation." St. Isaac makes present to us, then, all that we can be and are meant to be by the grace of God. In him and in his writings we see what it is to live as a saint in the world and so also glimpse the glory of the Kingdom.

"He is above created things," Vasileios continues, "beyond all activity. And at the same time he cannot bear to see even the least of creatures suffering. This is why in the likeness of God he prays with tears for all creation, even to the very reptiles." St. Isaac though sharing in the life of God is not separated from creation; rather he shares in the very compassion of God that forever links him to every creature.

It is for this reason, Vasileios warns, "the text that dares to speak about the spiritual world of Abba Isaac cannot be organized systematically. It cannot be divided into sections; it cannot fence his teaching in." To do so would be to do violence to the man and to the saint, to do violence the mystery of God's ways.

Thus, Vasileios continues, such a work "will speak in a way that is general and fragmentary. It will leave place for those who approach this wonder to register their amazement." St. Isaac is a wonder; a wonder of God and His grace. His life itself becomes for us a revelation. It pulls back the veil and allows us to gaze upon the heavenly Mystery in which we find ourselves caught up. For this very reason any writing or discussion of Isaac will not fully give us simply the flavor of the man, but "inevitably reveal how this uncreated grace and sparkling radiance are reflected off the uneven surface of the writer's own disorderliness. Thus it both speaks the truth, and unavoidably distorts it. It helps towards an understanding of Abba Isaac and at the same times obscures it." What St. Isaac reveals to us is more than we can ever fully comprehend outside of sharing in his experience; outside of becoming saints. Every encounter with him radically humbles us.

And so Vasileios sets the path for us: "Nothing remains - this is a desire and a wish - but for each of us to cross himself, and quietly proceed to his own personal encounter with the Abba. Thus each of us will receive, secretly and silently, what he is looking for, what he can find nowhere else with such maturity, universality and completeness.

In the weeks to come we will seek to enter, with the help of Vasileios, into the world of St. Isaac and so be made "fellow guests at the eternal feast of his joy."

***************

Abba Isaac is there.

He could have lived without every writing anything, and still nothing of his grace and richness would have been lost.

But because we lack the receivers to pick up all that radiates from him in silence, out of love he starts to write:

"My beloved, I have become foolish, and I cannot bear to guard the mystery in silence, but I am become a fool for the sake of the profit of my brethren."

The whole truth that the Church believes and lives, all that is set out in St. Gregory of Nyssa, the Areopagitic writings or St. Maximus the Confessor in a form which is intellectually difficult and dogmatically crystal clear, is to be found here - not reproduced verbatim, but verified through experience. His joy and his ethic stem from this nourishment and the way he has digested it.

He experienced the grace of the incarnation in his whole body.

He was taken up into the paradise of deification with his whole being.

In his life the grace of the Church exists in its entirety. And in his book you find the whole of his sanctified self.

He is a genuine person, shaped by momentous experiences. For long years he was battered by temptations from the right and from the left. And he received experience of "divine aid"; "Having been tempted over a great period of time in things from the right hand and from the left, . . . and having received countless blows from the adversary, and been deemed worthy of great and secret aid, I have gained experience from many long years, and through trial and by the grace of God I have learned these things."

He was tried in his entirety and saved in his entirety. This is why he is able to transmit salvation.

He passed through the ultimate crisis of darkness: "This hour is full of despair and fear; hope in God . . . is utterly effaced from his soul, and she is wholly and entirely filled with doubt and fear." "Many times we have experienced all these things."

He entered in his entirety into the paradise of future blessedness, where "a certain delight and gladness descends into the whole body." And "a certain sweetness constantly wells up from the heart, and draws the intellect altogether after it."

Thus he attained to the measure of the true "giants", as he calls the saints, those who "do not practice each virtue separately, but all the virtues at once, completely and comprehensively." This is why he was able to write this book.

And the writing of it was a convergence of experiences; a torrent of life passed right through him, testing his endurance and paralyzing his members and his heart: "Often when I was writing these things my fingers failed me in setting down everything on paper, and they were unable to endure the sweetness that descended on my heart and silenced my senses." His teaching flows like molten gold, pouring at this very moment from the furnace of his being.

A certain elder, as Abba Isaac relates, said of his writings: "These are . . . true deliberations that are stirred in me by nature. I write them down when they come to me, so that I might reflect on them in my periods of darkness, and they might deliver me from delusion."

That was how Abba Isaac wrote. His words wrote themselves in the hour of grace. This is why now, as you study them, they fill you with grace, the light and the holy stirring that engendered them. The writing and the study of his words are a participating in divine and eternal life "for remission of sins, for communion of the Holy Spirit and for boldness towards God."

As you study his holy writings, you truly live with Abba Isaac. And he lives in you. Your being functions in a way that is ecclesial, a liturgy. You receive and involuntarily you offer, and at the same time you feel gratitude: "These things I have written down as a reminder and source of profit for myself, and for everyone who comes upon this book . . . in order that they might be a help to me through the prayers of those who are profited by them. For I have taken no little trouble to set these things down."

He knows that by the way he has lived and the way he has written, he has enslaved us in freedom to his ethic. He has made us fellow guests at the eternal feast of his joy. And we all dwell there.

Historical scholars want to find out whom he was influenced by and whom he influenced (and this is a legitimate exercise). But in entering into that realm where he has entered, he has taken from all, both earlier and later, and gives to all. He lives in the realm of the Kingdom. And he influences everyone through the high dignity he has attained in his own being.

Archimandrite Vasileios

Abbot of Iveron Monastery, Mount Athos

Abba Isaac the Syrian

An Approach to His World

[actualmermaid]

I present to you The Venerable John Boswell, who should be remembered by every church and every Christian who considers themselves “open and affirming.”

If you have heard of John Boswell, you've probably heard of his name in conjunction with words like "controversial" or "disputed." This is an absolute shame, because I've been getting to know him and his work over the last couple of months for a different project, and I've come to think of him as "my dead friend." According to an (alive) friend in religious studies, "a saint is just a dead friend who can pray for you," so I am presenting him in the form of a traditional icon.

Iconography:

"The Venerable": in one sense bitterly ironic, since Professor Boswell died young. On the other hand it calls back to the Venerable Bede, also a historian whose work has been "challenged."

Tongue of flame: a traditional symbol for the Holy Spirit. One of the traditional gifts of the Holy Spirit is the gift of "speaking in tongues" and the "interpretation of tongues." Professor Boswell spoke or read at least 17 modern and classical languages.

Harvard Doctoral robes: a symbol of his academic achievement and authority. Professor Boswell was educated and worked in some of the most prestigious institutions in the world, and was briefly the chair of the Yale history department before he had to step down because of his illness. Someone like Thomas Aquinas probably would have considered him a social equal. He was not "a single controversial historian" with a couple of crackpot theories.

Palm frond: a traditional symbol for martyrs. In a very broad sense, a martyr is someone whose death can teach us something, or is otherwise "theologically significant." Professor Boswell died of AIDS in 1994. HIV/AIDS is not "God's judgment upon sinners," as some conservative fanatics believe. It is a mindless disease that governments and other institutions (including churches) allowed to spread unchecked in gay communities for years, simply because they were gay. It was only when "respectable" people began coming down with it that medical research began in earnest and public health protocols were put into practice. It was, and still is in some places, a public health disaster even now that effective treatments for it exist. Professor Boswell was one of the vanguard of AIDS patients who died before effective treatments were available, and part of a generation of queer elders who should still be with us. He would be 76 years old in 2023.

"The crown of glory for me is with you": this is a line from "The Passion of SS. Serge and Bacchus," which Professor Boswell translated into English for the first time, which makes it widely available to people outside of small, elite academic circles. In the legend, Bacchus has been martyred and has appeared to Sergius in a vision. He uses this line to encourage Sergius to stay strong until they can be reunited in heaven. In another sense, the icon of Professor Boswell is encouraging the people who admire him to keep up his work. Keep digging up subversive, queer Christian history, and keep challenging him. We didn't stop writing English history after the Venerable Bede, and we won't stop writing LGBTQ Christian history after the Venerable Boswell.

Hagiography:

Professor Boswell, known as Jeb to his friends and family, was said to be remarkably kind, generous, funny, and sensitive. He was beloved by his students and respected by his colleagues. He became a devoted Roman Catholic when he was a teenager, and attended Mass daily. He was approachable and open regarding the challenges of being both gay and Christian, and was also openly critical of the Church in spite of (or perhaps because of) his personal faith. He challenged both religious conservatives, for obvious reasons, and also "enlightened secularists" whose dogma held that "organized religion," and Christianity in particular, was the root cause of all homophobic discrimination in the world. There are many people who would have preferred to let his life and work quietly slip into the past, and there are even some who have actively tried to erase him, but John Boswell will not be erased. In my opinion, Professor Boswell should be officially commemorated by every church that considers itself "Open And Affirming." This modern movement builds on work done by Professor Boswell, and he must be respected in all of his twinky, flamboyant, brilliant, and life-giving glory. He declared that queer people could know God without shame or self-censorship, and that the Church could be made to repent and welcome us as it once did.

Further Reading:

If you have a couple of hours, I recommend the single known video recording of one of his lectures: Jews, Gay People, and Bicycle Riders (1986). This is an excellent introduction to his work.

https://www.christiancentury.org/article/first-person/john-boswell-s-faith-lit-generation

https://qspirit.net/john-boswell-historian-gays-lesbians/

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/17004797/john-eastburn-boswell

https://www.wm.edu/as/dean/boswell/about/index.php

https://lgbtqreligiousarchives.org/profiles/john-boswell

https://sourcebooks.fordham.edu/pwh/index-bos.asp

https://archives.yale.edu/repositories/12/resources/5188

#my art #history #lgbtq history #christian history #christianity #saints

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side B

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Father Anderson

He���s probably on some kind of crack during the entirety of the series, I literally don't remember any aspects of him other than the fact that he just goes “AMENNNN” sometimes and has a habit of stabbing the shit out if anything that isn’t catholic. He’s the founder of deranged catholic bastard gaming, he has to be.

Semi immortal scottish priest who works for the vatican's secret vampire killing order. He can carry an absurd number of bayonets on his person and teleport using bible pages. Hates the protestants and has beef with Dracula at the point that while they are both fighting against the army of nazi vampires who are invading London he tries to kill him because Dracula makes himself vulnerabile. He's more than ready to lead a crusade against England but when his boss (who Anderson himself raised) admits that it's for a personal power grab and not for any kind of religious reason he dosen't hesitate to kill him in cold blood. Eventually dies after becoming an holy abomination by stabbing his hearth whit a piece of the cross

He’s so out of his mind he battles jacked up twink Count Dracula, AKA Alucard with bayonets. Not a rifle, just bayonets. He’s merciless, constantly spouting off bible quotes and speaking of his hate for Protestants. He’s a member of the Judas Iscariot Organization, Vatican Section XIII, within the Irish Catholic Church. He becomes so obsessed with his desire to kill the Vampire Alucard, formerly Dracula, he impales himself through the heart with the Nail of Helena in order to transform into a humanoid monster of holy thorns. Though his attempts fail, as Alucard rips his heart out and returns him to dust, Anderson is described as “his beloved rival”. He is complex, badass and wickedly devout.

Since Integra is a dirty protestant, i'm adding the actual catholics in the mix instead.

I’m sure you’ve gotten him by now but just so you know, this man fights Dracula on the regular for the Catholic Church and says “Amen” like a lunatic.

He’s probably on some kind of crack during the entirety of the series, I literally don't remember any aspects of him other than the fact that he just goes “AMENNNN” sometimes and has a habit of stabbing the shit out if anything that isn’t catholic. He’s the founder of deranged catholic bastard gaming, he has to be.

Quasimodo

My mans endured it all and remained faithful

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[creppersfunpalooza]

( @allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers )

HELLOOO AND WELCOME BACK FOLKS!!! DUE TO A LACK OF SPONSORSHIP AS OF LATE, WE’VE STRUGGLED TO KEEP THIS LITTLE GAME AFLOAT, BUT FORTUNATELY, WE’VE GOT ONE!!! WOOHOOO!!!

FOR THIS ROUND, WE’VE GOT A COLLECTION OF FUN GUYS! ANGELIC BEINGS, LESS ANGELIC BEINGS, AND VARIOUS OTHERS (don’t you see i have a bias)!!!! NO USE STALLING, LET’S GET RIGHT TO IT!!!

*important disclaimer* i actually know very little about the following characters other than what the creator has directly told me. i’m going purely based on vibes.

COMING IN AT 5TH PLACE, WE HAVE RAYAN!! i love scars, man, i really do, and i also love soppy cats. so why is he so low, you may ask? because i do NOT 💥 think he should be mean to his fiance. come on my guy… be nice… spread peace and love!!!! peace and love!!!!!!!! put in some effort come on!!! put in the work!!!!! i know you can do it buddy you just gotta try!!!!!! pretty pretty please… anyways i do really like his design, its very simple while still conveying stuff about his character. like i dont know what he’s been through but clearly he’s been through a lot. but STILL 💥 BE NICE. 💥 TO YOUR. 💥 FIANCE 💥💥💥💥💥💥.

NEXT UP IN 4TH PLACE IS MADIR!!! i really do like madir!!! i know barely anything about him but once more i rlly like the details you mentioned about him. like he seems mildly unsettling and i love that for him. like you could probably find him in the woods just sort of hanging out. he’s a source of trauma but i honestly do not mind because at least HE 💥 would probably be nice to his fiancé. if he had one. i actually can’t speak on his behalf thats purely speculation.

IN 3RD, FOSTER!!!!! i don’t exactly know why i just think they’re neat. also hi in case you couldn’t tell i really like scars on characters 💖💖💖 love them they do something to my brain. and foster’s got a ton. i loove what you’ve told me about their backstory and they just seem so neat!!! i hope they’re healing now. even though. they’re probably not. because nobody is Allowed To Be Happy Ever. as a general rule for character making. anyways chewing on them and moving on.

BUT WAIT!! WE’VE ONLY GOT TWO LEFT!!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??????

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AND WE’RE BACK FOLKS! SORRY ABOUT THE AD. LITERALLY NOBODY ELSE WILL SPONSOR US SO YEAH WE’RE HAVING TO RESORT TO UH… YEAH. ANYWAYS, LET’S GET BACK TO THE RATINGS!

COMING IN 2ND… AARIN!!! boy oh boy my love of supernatural entities is surely not warping my bias here!!! they seem really cool honestly, even besides the whole angel thing. like woah…. you don’t wanna be a tool used for destruction? too bad! you’re gonna be used to burn down a house! lmao!!!! also i absolutely love aarin’s design. their scars(?) are so fucking cool i love the swirlies. auuygghh so normal about angel guys….. so so normal……….

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, IN 1ST PLACE…. ZURIEL!!! LET ME JUST SAY ITS DESIGN IS SO SO SO SO COOL I CANT GET OVER IT IT JUST LOOKS SO AWESOME. I love the gradients on the claws and the shape of the halo. once again, surely my bias and love for supernatural creatures is in no way warping my opinion!! it’s my favorite. also rare but appreciated and loved it/it’s pronouns representation.

#others ocs #oc #ocs #oc rating #crep rambling #friend’s ocs #AUGH I NEED TO READ ABOUT YOUR GUYS. #THEY SEEM SO NEAT. #RAAAAHHH #tw religion #full on jumpscare sorry

[cardierreh15]

The Secret Life of August Walker

Hey guys! This is a 5 part series about what came of our beloved, August Walker. A lot of us question if he truly died or not. But in this tale, he is alive and well. But Nathan Hunt & his Team, hadn’t had a single clue.

I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!

Warnings 18+: Mentions of Death , Funeral , Cursing , Angst , Grieving .

Description: Mya tries to figure out life without the love of her life.

Pairings: August Walker & Mya (Black!Plus Size Female) (Mentions Nathan, Luther, Benji & Erika (Mother) )

Word Count: 1.4K

Song: A Song For You by Donny Hathaway

Part 1

You never know pain until you’ve had to watch someone you love die. It’s torturing; your brain plays it over and over again until it’s ready to stop. And as soon as you’d think you would have a break… something triggers the memory of the one you’ve lost. Then it starts all over again.

She’d remember that day like it was yesterday. Nathan insisted that she stayed home, that this part of the mission was way too dangerous for her to tag along. At this point, she had already found out about his malicious intents. And she wanted to talk him out of it, she knew the record Nathan had and his targets never get away. She just needed him alive.

Mya and August met 3 years before that mission. He’d been working under Erika Sloane for quite sometime and you were Erika’s daughter. Erika for years talked about August, boasting about how intelligent and talented he was at his job but Mya never wanted to hear it. And it stayed that way until August had to come pick Erika up for work on Friday morning. Boy, how he’d change her life.

‘Hey, you must be—‘

‘Mya. Erika’s daughter.’ She was taken aback by his dashing good looks. His perfectly in place his hair was, his deep blue eyes, and most of all… his incredibly height over her. She was more than impressed.

‘It’s a pleasure. I’ve heard a lot about you.’ As he did. Just as much as Erika was trying with Mya, she was trying with him too.

‘Same.’

Life with August was precious. His mind was like a never ending puzzle piece! He was always researching, learning things on his own accord! It was almost as if she was dating the smartest man alive! She was completely and utterly in love with him. As he was, with her.

Now here she was, hugging his black shiny casket as the organ played away in that church. Everyone kept coming behind her, to console but she wouldn’t dare turn away from him. Even her own mother couldn’t get her away. She just wanted to feel his warmth again. Feel his mustache tickle her full lips as they kissed. Hear his heart beat… but he was gone. And their unborn baby would be without their father.

Mya placed a kiss on his casket, feeling her heart twist and squeeze in her chest. ‘I love you… I miss you so much, babe. How could they take you away from me like this?!’ She asked herself this question every day. Perhaps it was her guiltiness. She knew if she was there, she could’ve stopped all of this. Honestly, she would’ve taken him being a maximum prison for the rest of his life over this shit.

Suddenly, the murmurs in the room grew quiet. Yet the organ just kept playing. She felt her mother grab her arm and squeezed it lightly, ‘Mya.’ She said softly, yet in a feared tone, ‘look.’

Mya stood up straight, concerned about her mother’s torment. Her eyebrows tugged into one before she looked over her shoulder to find Nathan Hunt and his team approaching them. She felt a rush of rage shroud her body. ‘Why are you here?!’

‘Mya,’ Nathan said your name confidently at first but it seem like afterwards he didn’t have much to say. What could he say? “Sorry I killed your lover? It’ll never happen again?” As if he would ever get that chance. ‘I-We’ve come pay our respects. If you’ll have us.’

She so desperately wanted to tell him no, to leave and never come around her family again. But… they were friends at one point… all of them. Her bottom lip quivered once more before you give them a single nod. The poor girl was just too cried out, dried out like a prune.

Once at the graveyard, she sat in the chair in front of casket. She thought she was prepared for this moment but the closer it became, the more it hurt. Once they prayed over his casket one more time, she stood up and walked forward. So sleek and shiny it was. She definitely went all out with it.

Carefully, she wrapped the casket in a big hug one more time. ‘I love you… I love you, August. I love you.’ She just couldn’t stop. And as soon as she thought she had it all together, the twig snapped and she began to sob all over again. ‘I Love you My Baby!’

Erika took Mya away and they dropped the casket in the ground. This had to be one of the worst days of her life.

***

Many months passed and Mya had finally given birth to their healthy baby girl. She was everything Mya could have imagined! So beautiful, a miniature twin of her father. To look into her little baby’s blue eyes pained her, but it also encouraged her to keep going… better days were ahead. And if her father was around, he’d be happy and proud of the both of them.

One particular night, Ava was a bit fussier than usual. Mya got up moaning in exhaustion, ‘Oh not again baby.’ She whined as she crawled out of bed and wandered to the nursery in the next room.

She rubbed her eyes and stood at the doorway of her child’s room where she got a peak of a dark shadow, looming over Ava’s crib. Mya’s mouth fell slightly; fear possessed her body and her feet were glued to the floor. And finally, ‘oh my god.’ She had never experienced an intruder in her home and right now she was more concerned about them harming her child.

The shadow’s head lifted at her small outburst and that movement alone, ‘GET OUT! Get out of my house! I’ll call the police!’ She didn’t have time to run and get her gun. She had to conjure a plan quickly!

The being seem to pay her protest no mind yet, it reached down and touch the baby’s cute little face.

‘DON’T TOUCH HER!’ She exclaimed, ‘This is your last warning! Leave! Or I will call the police!’ She was frustrated, her voice strained.

‘There is no reason for that. Would you label me as an intruder because I didn’t knock Mya?’

That voice. That voice that enchanted her the very first time they had met. A voice she would never forget. She felt like she was dreaming. There’s no way he could be—

So she rushed over to the light switch and flickered it on. He barely moved; only kept his eyes on the baby that laid awake before him. She would recognize his curly hair from a far. But she noticed how he would comb them back if they were uncontrollable. That crooked, broken nose. ‘August?’ She shuddered out in fear.

He’s finally reached down and carefully lifted the baby girl in his arms. ‘Oh my god, .. oh my god, I’m seeing things.’ She placed a hand on her belly as she felt sick to her stomach. August had looked up from Ava to Mya, ‘You’re not. I’m here baby.’

Mya stood there with her eyes damn near popped out of her skull. They were glossed over with tears and even without blinking, they flowed from her brown orbs like waterfalls.

She was shaking. Absolutely terrified.

He held their little baby in his arms; whispering little cute words down at her. He then pressed the tip of his nose against their baby’s curly head of hair, and placed a kiss there. ‘Mommy has gone mad.’ He chuckled as the baby cooed at him.

‘August…’ she called out to him.

He finally looked up at her and gave her a soft smile. ‘Mya,’ he sized her. Studying her body language. She was fucking terrified. With good reason!

She swore she saw him dead in a box. This has to be a sick fucking dream.

‘I know this is a lot to process… but if you give me the chance… I can explain everything. But first— come here.’

Mya stood there for a second longer before she finally took small steps towards him.

He held his hand out for her to grab.

She reached out… hesitated for a second before finally placing her hand in his.

‘I’m real.’

The woman squeezed his hand a little harder before a broken sob ripped from her chest. ‘August.’

He brought her into a hug with his free arm as he held their daughter with the other. ‘I know. It’s alright.’ He said softly, gently placing his chin on top of her head.

#henry cavill #august walker #August Walker x Black!female oc #Daddy!August #daddy