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Ethnic Reasoning in Early Christianity (1. Preface)

I often tell people that there's a book they should read on the subject of a particular discourse, but I doubt they do--after all, I rarely follow through when random people on the internet tell me to read a particular book.

So I'm going to break down and summarize Denise Kimber Buell's Why This New Race?: Ethnic Reasoning in Early Christianity, because I think it's a really important read in understanding Christian hegemony, Christianity's relationship to whiteness, and antisemitism in Christianity throughout its history.

But before I talk about Buell's book, I have a few prefatory remarks of my own.

Sorry, but the Book of Context is quite a tome.

"Fake" Christianity and the fall from grace

In particular, Buell challenges the narrative lurking behind so many contemporary discussions of Christian hegemony, white nationalism, Christian racism, etc. that there was some sort of original, "pure" Christianity and that modern Christianity's issues are due to corruption from this prelapsarian ideal.

Or put another way, Christianity doesn't just posit a human fall from grace. The meta-narrative offered--when Christians don't deny that Christians are doing horrible things--is that those people are following a distorted form of Christianity that has fallen away from its original benevolent form.

This is the reactive form of a long-standing trope in Christian culture (that is, basically the entire West) that equates Christianity with goodness. If you read American or British books prior to about 1990, they are replete with people saying things like, "it's the Christian thing to do," to reference performing some basic act of human decency.

"More Christian than most Christians"

It was also popular for some time--although thankfully, it seems to be fading (at least on social media, as Jews, Muslims, Hindus, and other members of non-Christian cultures push back) to state that a Jew or other non-Christian who'd performed some sort of exemplary act of compassion or said something wise was "more Christian than most Christians."

This accolade, while almost certainly well-intentioned, is actually deeply insulting. The implication is that this Jew, unlike almost all others of their kind, has managed to catch up to Christians in compassion, that the universal standard of compassion is Christianity, and that it is surprising and unusual that this non-Christian has managed to overcome the moral inferiority of their people to meet or even exceed the Christian standard.

These assertions of Christianity (or at least "true" Christianity) as the moral standard for humankind largely go unquestioned, as do basic antisemitic tropes like the idea that the problem with Christians behaving cruelly is that they're getting too much of their Christianity from the Old Testament and not enough from the New.

Quite to the contrary, people who are purportedly not (or no longer) Christian are usually the first in line to denounce whichever Republican politician is proposing starving children in the name of Jesus as a "fake Christian." Progressive Christians, still more invested in protecting Christianity's brand than actually cleaning their own house, are often just as loud.

This No True Scotsman-ing is preservation of Christian supremacy and hegemony, and deeply intertwined with the idea that there is a single, pure, original Christianity that was unquestionably benevolent.

There is no One True Christianity

But the truth of the matter is that it is impossible to wring any sort of single, consistent moral philosophy from the New Testament without ignoring parts of it.

Christians that most of us might perceive as wielding their Christianity in cruel or unjust ways usually aren't more ignorant of the text or history than Christians (or ex-Christians) who see "real" Christianity as simply "love your neighbor" and understand Jesus as a beatific, gentle pacifist.

Both of those groups have to ignore large swaths of the New Testament to get to their ideology, and interpret the same passages differently (a Christian attempting to use the law to relegate non-Christians to second-class citizen status or refuse aid to non-Christians can interpret passages commanding kindness as applying to people within the Christian community only with as much textual support as one insisting they apply to all humankind).

Christians you don't like aren't "fake." You just disagree with them about what Christianity should be.

But in the west, Christianity generally holds the unique status of demanding that it be judged only on what it states its ideal form is, and not on what it actually is.

No such largesse for non-Christian cultures

Jews generally don't try to claim that other Jews who engage in bad behavior aren't Jewish. Much as we might wish Jared Kushner and Stephen Miller weren't members of the tribe, and much as we might say that they are bad Jews, their bad behavior didn't trigger a flood of opinion pieces about how they're "fake" Jews. (Ivanka is a special case, but that's about anti-convert sentiment within some Jewish communities.)

Neither was there a flood of articles about how the 9/11 attackers were "fake" Muslims. The meta-debate in the US and much of Western Europe after 9/11, in fact, was about whether all Muslims were terrorists or terrorist sympathizers, as Michael Hobbes recently noted on an episode of Cancel Me, Daddy. He went back and did a survey of journalism in the wake of 9/11, and almost all the coverage, on the opinion page and in purportedly objective journalism (where it was generally presented in question form, or as simply "reporting" on a national debate) was about whether only some Muslims were bad, or whether it was the entire culture.

When there was pushback, it was almost always in terms of the views of the terrorists are not representative of what most Muslims think or feel, not they aren't actually Muslim.

The myth of Christian innocence

As my Twitter friend Chrissy Stroop continually hammers home, the "fake Christian" framing upholds "the myth of Christian innocence" and is harmful to everyone except practicing Christians. It gaslights both members of non-Christian cultures who have experienced centuries-long structural and institutional (as well as individual) harm at the hands of Christians, and former Christians who experienced individual abuse in their families and/or communities of origin.

To tell queer people who grew up in authoritarian Christianity, or Jews who are missing entire sections of their family trees due to Christian genocide, or Indigenous people taken from their families as children and abused in the name of Jesus, that they have not been harmed by Christianity, that it was a few bad actors and not the religion itself, that it was all a misunderstanding, is to be more interested in protecting Christianity's reputation than facing real human pain.

As Chrissy Stroop often says, Christianity is what Christians do. It does not deserve special status among human cultures in which it is judged only by its imagined ideal form, and not by its actual effects upon actual living humans.

How does this relate to this book?

All of this is context for what Buell does in her book, which shouldn't be radical, but unfortunately--due to the habit of taking Christianity at its word about what it is and what it was originally--is unusual at best.

Buell decides to investigate how early Christians understood their own identity, and not to simply accept the prevailing Christian understanding that "ethnicity and race were irrelevant to early Christians—an argument that has been used to accomplish important modern antiracist work yet relies on and perpetuates anti-Judaism in the process."

Scholarly work on Christianity, especially early Christianity, is a trip. Most of it, obviously, has been done by Christians, which--when it comes to studying antisemitism and other harms in Christian history and how they might come from Christianity itself--is leaving the fox in charge of the henhouse.

(This is a subject for a different post, but Christian academics often say the most deranged things about how first-century Judaism functioned and the relationship between first-century Jews and Christians. They cite sources, of course, but if you look up those sources, you find that they're citing other sources, and if you trace it back to the original source, it's usually some Victorian preacher just... making up something to fit his parable exegesis.)

If you challenge some of this Accepted Scholarly Consensus, you are often met with spluttering indignation and insistence that any challenge to it is a "fringe viewpoint" and not accepted by any "real" NT scholars. It's always fascinating how often "fringe" usually means "written by people who weren't Christian."

So anyway, Buell decided to do something that, if you're not invested in Christianity, seems pretty basic and non-controversial: she decides to look at how early Christians understood their own identity.

I revisit scholarship and early Christian texts that destabilize the prevailing view that Christian universalism can be understood as mutually exclusive with “particularity”—a split that is often correlated with the nonethnic/ ethnic binary... To understand the elusive but entrenched presence of race in contemporary scholarly models, we need to cultivate a prismatic vision that can reimagine the relevance of race and ethnicity to ancient articulations of Christianness in light of the continued political, social, ideological, and theological challenges posed by modern racism and anti-Judaism.

Prismatic vision

I want to dig into that concept of "prismatic vision" for a moment, because it's a beautiful metaphor.

To aim for diffraction in how one sees—to see prismatically—is to value the production of patterns of difference and to resist the “false choice between realism and relativism.”

One of the things I often struggle to get people from Christian backgrounds to understand about Judaism is that, in having a culture without centralized authority, in having a relationship to the text in which authority lies in the discussion itself and not in any one voice, Jews usually don't privilege the idea of some Objective Truth the way Christians do.

I'd say most of us probably believe there is objective truth out there, but we also understand that we can only perceive and understand it subjectively.

We might all be looking at the same star, but we're all standing in slightly different places on the planet.

"Moral relativism" was a big bogeyman for Christians in political discourse from about 10-20 years ago.

In the most basic sense, they have a point when it comes to constructing rules for a society. We do need some basic, agreed-upon rules to live together. (I don't think we need nearly as many as Christians seem to think we do, but I am absolutely in favor of having systems for addressing harm, for ensuring that people can get their basic needs met and have their personhood acknowledged and respected, etc.) In service of not having to negotiate absolutely everything about every single interaction we have with other humans, both rules and accepted norms are a useful shorthand and safeguard (which is a statement of general principle--obviously individual rules and norms can be bad or misused, entire systems can be corrupt or badly designed in the first place, etc.).

Every moment is infinite

But when it comes to understanding the reality of something as fuzzy-edged and ambient as culture and viewpoint, there is no such thing as one objective truth that any of us can understand.

I was thinking about this as I paused for a moment on a corner during a walk yesterday. The intersection was in a quiet residential area, and I stood there and fell into a soft gaze, looking at the square of sidewalk I was standing on.

The air was chilly and damp, holding the scent of wet leaves, of the grass next to me, of someone smoking pot somewhere, of dog waste on someone's lawn, of a faint chemical sweetness that I think came from the school they were building about a half mile away, of the tar patching cracks in the street, of the laundry soap I use lingering between the fibers of my sweater, of the coffee smell from the coffee shop I'd been at clinging faintly to me, of the pile of fallen cedar needles across the street, of someone cooking onions somewhere, of the silly brave daffodil opening a blossom far too early in the lawn beside me, of the cut grass on that lawn, of the sap in the broken pine branch on the tree next to me and the wet bark of that tree, of... of... of...

And that was only the scents I noticed. That is only about what I could perceive of reality with a single sense.

I don't often fully open any of my senses that way--I have trouble ignoring stimuli as it is, and being overwhelmed by sensory input triggers my migraines. I spend most of my life doing my best to block out things. But every so often, when I'm somewhere relatively quiet, I drop that constant effort and just absorb. Not for long--while I was standing there, passively attentive rather than focused, the plane on the horizon became painfully loud--but just to stretch.

And then I closed all that up and pulled back into myself and thought about the things I couldn't perceive with my senses.

I did not know exactly when the houses that were around me were built, what the social and economic forces that willed them into being were. I don't know what the people inside them were doing at that moment, let alone all the social and personal context shaping their behavior and feelings and thoughts and thought-feelings.

I didn't know the billion-year history of each molecule of water creeping out in a dark aureole from the decaying leaf-litter on the edge of the sidewalk, or what the life of each leaf had been (some trees are functionally immortal, did you know? they call it phoenix regeneration). I didn't know the story of any of the pebbles embedded in the cement, what rock they had come from or where it had formed or through where it had traveled or how long it had been small. I didn't know when or by whom this square of sidewalk had been installed, how it had affected the area and the people who lived in it to have a sidewalk there, if there had been a street there before there was a sidewalk, if this was the original or a replacement.

Even if I narrowed my focus just to the square of sidewalk on which I stood, the truth of it was infinite. Merely what I could perceive with my own senses standing in that one spot and what background knowledge I have of things like the area the corner was in and how cement gets made and what streets do was too much to hold and synthesize. How much bigger, everything I didn't know and couldn't perceive?

We say there are as many Judaisms as there are Jews. But there are as many Christianities as there have been Christians and people who have ever interacted with Christians.

If there is any objective truth about it, it is made up of all the subjective experiences of it, and is beyond anyone's ability to comprehensively understand.

Which is why I find Buell's metaphor of "prismatic vision" so compelling: the idea of looking at a thing and seeing components of it and also knowing that there are parts of the spectrum that you can't see.

resist the “false choice between realism and relativism.”

Realism isn't the opposite of relativism, in these things--it's the sum total of all the relativisms. It's a point that may or may not exist, that we can only, hopefully, use as a direction to head in.

On to the Introduction.

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Memories

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Pt.1

cw: Loveless Relationship, Religious Trauma, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Angst, Flashbacks, Abuse

Recommend other warnings if you feel it’s necessary.

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Y/N sat at one of the old wobbly tables that were placed spaced out through the bar, watching and listening to the band play from a distance. This wasn’t the first time he’d come to this bar and it wasn’t the first time Corroded Coffin had played here, but it was always the same. None of the bar goers were particularly interested in the music, usually only perking up at the occasional cover song they played. Guns n Roses, Aerosmith or Mötley Crüe tended to get them at least a little attention to the slightly raised platform the bar called a ‘stage’.

“You don’t look like you’re having a good time..You said you were taking me out to dance tonight babe..” Kimberly, your girlfriend of the last eight months settled back in at the table with a soda in one hand and a beer she sat on the table in front of you. She seemed so perfectly average to most people, the kind of girl who wouldn’t catch your eye in a crowd. Dirty blonde, straight hair that stopped right below her chin, parted down the middle. Grey green eyes, and casual clothes typical of your All-American girl with a Christian background.

“Have you heard anything you would want to dance to?” You asked her with a lopsided smile before bringing the beer to your lips. She gave a long contained sigh out of her nose, looking up at the band as they looked over the little notebook they’d brought with the songs they had planned to play. The drummer looked like a honest to god child, he couldn’t have been more than sixteen. And the other two members were difficult to look at.

“I’m just saying, this place is..gross…Everyone at work has been talking about After Dark over in Ft. Wayne, it’s supposed to be so—“ Y/N held up his hand to stop her as the singer of the band moseyed on up to the microphone and turned his head away, clearing his throat before turning back and speaking in close.

“Alright folks, we thought this song would be fitting to play last. As a ‘Thank You’ to the owners here always letting us play for you all when they couldn’t get anything better.” Eddie grinned at his own half joke, it was true for the most part, they weren’t any venues first choice given their self written songs were similar to that of a garage rock band. Which was exactly what they were and always would be, no matter how good any of them became as musicians.

“Thank you, by the one and only Led Zeppelin.” The song was definitely a stark contrast to their usual play list, it was soft and emotional even with the lack of the organ piano the track originally had. Y/N pushed his seat back and stood up, holding his hand out towards the sullen Kimber to slowly looked up at his expecting face.

“You want to dance, we’ll dance. Prom of 84’ style.” She laughed at him as he lead her out to the area of floor in front of the band, taking one hand in his and placing the other on her waist. Taking on a slow side step away to the music. “You didn’t even go to prom Y/N.” God he really needed to stop lying to her and forgetting he had.

“Then I guess you’ll have to take the lead.” He moved to switch their hands position only for her to wiggle hers out of his grip and fix them again. The song breathed easy during the verses and when it ascended elsewhere in the song Y/N let her spin before pulling her back in. She felt like the main character in her own movie, like Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing. Even if the song was not even going to last five minutes, He felt success when he saw the smile on her face.

“Okay, maybe that wasn’t so bad.” She chirped as the song trailed off and she leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips before he broke away from her.

“Glad one of us had fun.” He took the playful shove from Kimber as they headed back to the table so he could down the beer before it got stale and they had to get back home before too late. They worked together at the local radio station but on alternating days to keep with ‘company policy’ of there being no romantic relationships between employees. It was one thing Y/N would always be grateful for because of her.

Fresh out of high school after repeating a year, graduating at twenty one, he headed to the building of his local station. Wholeheartedly expecting to walk in and be pleading for an internship, probably working fast food part time to supplement the lack of income. When while waiting in the lobby for broadcasting to finish up, he saw Kimberly.

In actuality she saw him first as she came back in with coffee for the program director who she was the faithful secretary for. He preferred to keep her busy with small odd jobs opposed to having her sit and answer the phone all day. God, he reminded her of John Travolta in The Boy in the Plastic Bubble. His face looked perpetually sad, until she’d approached him and asked who he was waiting for. It just lit up when he heard that the director was her boss and she offered to take him up with her. She was smitten. And she got him started on that day, with pay.

It took some following around, the full on puppy love act, for her to fulfill her need for his attention. He had to have been the most oblivious man she’d ever met, but that was just another thing that attracted her to him. She had never pursued a boy she liked before, she had always grew up being taught that she should wait for the man to fall for her, and for him to court her, only after asking her father’s permission to do so.

Things had never even gotten that far for her, she was decently sought after in school but the boys her age preferred to go after the ‘easier’ girls. Not the ones who dressed modestly like her, who couldn’t relate to their tastes in music or plans for college. The day her father told her he couldn’t allow her to apply to universities, no matter how local they were, out of fear his perfect daughter might fall to temptation. The parties, the boys, college seemed to reek of sin to him. If mother had been alive she would have been able to be the voice of reason, but she wasn’t and hadn’t been for a long time. It was one of the things

Y/N and her had found they had in common.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be here though, almost bad.” Y/N said before he turned his head back and downed the beer, the carbonation filling him from the uncomfortable pace of intake. Just being with him made her feel bad and rebellious enough, but he was right, it did feel good.

“You seem in your element here, how many times have you been here before?” She asked as she held the canned drink between her hands, debating whether to sit back down or not, not knowing how much longer they’d be there.

“I think this is my third time.” You decided to be honest, if you had been there more than three times you didn’t remember. This bar was notoriously known to let minors drink and hang out there, probably one of the main reasons the band frequented it so often. He’d came in several when he was younger, shot some pool, drank and so on. It was another reason it was never packed, most adults didn’t want to be around potentially drunk teenagers. Some others did.

“Ready to go?” Kimberly smiled at you as she left the can on the table to wipe the condensation off of her hands onto her jeans, you nodded and also placed the empty glass bottle down to abandon it there. The two of you hadn’t even gotten five steps away from your table when you felt a hand lay atop your shoulder over your leather jacket, causing you to curse to yourself under your breath. Half expecting it to be someone you perhaps said the wrong thing to on some other visit to the bar.

“Y/N? Dude, it’s me! Eddie!” You slowly turned around as Kimberly held onto your arm, looking back at the long, curly haired man who had been the lead vocals for the band.

“I’m sorry, how do you know my name?” You knew several ‘Eddies’ ‘Edwards’ and so on, but none of them looked like he did. Doubled down in denim, rips and tears throughout. Patches hand sewn onto their vest, and what had to be the most worn out, dirty pair of white sneakers you’d ever seen.

“Buddy, Eddie Munson. We were neighbors? As kids?” Neighbors..

You didn’t frequently try to delve into your childhood, your brain kept those memories under lock and key it seemed. It was one of the main reasons or should you say, excuses for why you lied about your past so often.

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.”

Eddie felt like someone had thrown a brick at his chest for a moment before he laughed it off, taking his hands and pulling his sweaty hair out of his face on either side, holding it back with one. “Well what about now. Take away the long hair and maybe this face can jog your memory.”

He knew the name, the last name anyway, for sure. But his face just wasn’t familiar to him at all, maybe Eddie was putting too much faith in the idea that he didn’t look much different from when they were kids simply because Y/N looked so similar to how he had. He felt like he couldn’t possibly have been mistaken, but the confused expression you held as you raked your brain for any little bit of a memory you could find was making him begin to think twice.

“Your mom was friends with mine.”

Bingo. That was the key. Your mother had always been the key to remind you of the pleasant and not so pleasant times.

“Oh my god..” You pulled your arm away from your girlfriend and took a step forward as Eddie dropped his mess of hair back down, watching you slowly advance on him with a wide smile on your face. “No fuckin’ kidding, look at you.”

“Psh, look at YOU man.” Y/N clasped a hand on each of his shoulders and brought him in for a hug, taking him incredibly off guard. Him and Kimber both. Y/N had never been one for physical touch even now at this point in their relationship. They must’ve been super close back in the day she thought to herself as she watched her boyfriends face and how it had lit up. “Got you a girl and everything!”

“Oh damn yeah, sorry about that. This is Kimber.”

“So you knew Y/N when he was little? That’s so wild, you’ve just gotta tell me all the embarrassing stuff he probably did.” She smiled and outstretched her ringed hand towards the man who surprisingly wore a few more rings than she did. The settled back in at the table as Y/N left to commandeer a chair from another booth.

“Well I’m sorry to have to disappoint, he was actually really quiet. Shy n’ all that.” It was disappointing to hear. She was looking forward to hearing the verbalized version of baby photos, the kind where your parents have you posed naked in cherub wings or out on a picnic blanket. Or your first Halloween costume you decided on yourself. All the photographic core memories her boyfriend could never give her, or wouldn’t give her anyway.

“How’d you two like the set?”

Y/N slid into the seat and chimed in first before his girlfriend could give her biased opinion, telling him it just wasn’t her style. “Y’all can really play, did you come up with it all?”

“Some. It’s a group effort. Gareth, our drummer, is the only one who actually did band in school. So he can read and write music the best outta all of us.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever learn to play that guitar your uncle bought you. Guess your hands finally got big enough.” Y/N was referring to the old acoustic Wayne had bought him when he was still living with his parents for Christmas. It turned out it was from a pawn shop but Eddie never questioned where it was from, he loved it. He even got a case for it eventually so it could stay safe under his bed, buying himself his red and black warlock he played during other shows when they needed two guitar players for the set.

Eddie held up his hands and grinned. “I guess they did.” The two men were similarly contemplating the fact that the other was actually able to remember that far back. Y/N motioned to two shot glasses he had returned with while Kimber and him chatted away, not noticing he’d even had the time to stop by the bar after leaving the chair there.

“So, y’all bite the heads off any bats lately?” That was about the full extent of what she knew about metal music, having read an article in a magazine once about ‘Ozzy Osborn’ shocking the world with the display. The word ‘Satanic’ had quickly made her put the magazine back and even give a glance around, worried someone might have been watching her read such filth in the little gas station.

“God, please stop trying to be funny.” Y/N lifted the shot glass of liquor up to his mouth after making the dismissive response, until their girlfriend slapped their chest making a dribble of liquid trail down their chin to their neck unnoticed as they finished out taking the shot.

“What’s wrong with you, I was just trying to make a joke..” She was trying her best to relate to the two of them, feeling left out for the majority of the conversation. She also thought nothing of her physical reaction, it was commonplace for Kimber to give him a hit or a shove when he said something that irritated her. One wouldn’t ever think anything of it, he was a big guy, he could handle it.

“It’s fine it’s fine. It was funny.” Eddie sheepishly pushed his sweaty hair out of his face a bit before picking up the shot glass and throwing it back himself. It did feel awkward trying to drag up memories and reminisce about their past with her around, but rightfully so. He didn’t know much of anything about her. She seemed close enough to their age, but this definitely wasn’t her scene.

Just from the relatively short amount of time Eddie gathered that their dynamic was a little strange, to say the least. He couldn’t tell who was the one who seemed to be in charge between the two of them, but it was like Y/N tended to let her lead things.

“Eddie! The van is locked! Do you really think we’re just going to load everything up while you get free drinks?” The fluffy haired boy in a red plaid long sleeve on top of a white shirt that has a red demon face plastered on it reading ‘Hellfire Club’ in bold black lettering. Eddie’s head dropped as he gave an irritated half smile, pulling his keys from his jacket pocket as Gareth made his way up to the table, holding his hand out.

“Kids these days am I right? They sure know how to make a first impression. Like I mentioned earlier, this is our drummer Gareth.” He slapped the keys into the younger man’s hand as he gave him a fucked up expression at Eddie referring to him as a kid.

“Yeah, first impressions. Get up and come help us, that amp is heavy as fuck and—“ Eddie shot him a wide eyed look that shut him up before speaking to him through gritted teeth. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? I’m catching up with an old friend.”

Gareth was taken aback a bit by how aggressive he’d reacted and held his hands as if to say he’d given up, retreating with the keys at least. Eddie wasn’t used to treating his band mates like that either, he was just so hung up on the fact he’d actually been able to gather the courage to ask the man he’d seen several times before, believing he recognized him but he hadn’t wanted to be wrong.

“Actually we really did have to be getting back home if you’re needed.” Kimber exchanged a glance with her boyfriend before turning back to the metalhead who sighed before patting the front pocket of his jacket and then retrieving a pen from it. He grabbed the napkin the woman had been using to sit her drink down on and clicked the bottom of the pen before scribbling the number to the house his uncle and him shared.

“I hope you give me a ring some time, we have so much more catching up to do.” Eddie slid it over to Y/N before standing up. “It was nice meeting you too, Kimber.”

“Of course! It was nice meeting you too.” She had already forgotten his name. Y/N watched him walk away, back to the stage to start helping the others break down their set up, the bassist saying something before getting into position to lift up and carry out their personal amp as a team while someone else held open the back door.

“Okay, now we can go right? I’m sure you two and talk again real soon.” Kimberly raised up out of her seat and waited for him to pocket the napkin and then do the same. Tonight had been so much more eventful than he could have anticipated, he felt so wired that the idea of going home and getting any sleep seemed impossible. He’d much rather pick his own brain, digging for more memories of Eddie and himself all those years ago.

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Y/N looked at the napkin he had pinned to the fridge with a magnet as he tromped into the kitchen, stopping to stare at it before opening up the fridge and taking out the carton of orange juice and drinking from it.

‘Should I call him? Would that be weird to do it so soon?’ He thought to himself as he stood there in his boxers.

If he didn’t, hypothetically, what else could he spend his day off doing? Go to the gym? He shuddered at the thought. He wasn’t particularly in the mood to torture himself with visuals of sweaty, robust men. He could just as easily get back in bed and do that.

The lack of restful sleep last night coupled with the urge to talk to him more made him desperate for a coffee and a cigarette. Kimber was vehemently against smoking but thankfully she never seemed to recognize the smell of smoke on him, he was pretty good at removing the nicotine stains on his fingers and he always made sure to leave his pack in his glove box to avoid her finding them while doing laundry.

Y/N had to have chuckle with himself as he thought it over, he really had to go through all of that just for a little cigarette. It was painful. Like he was constantly on a mission to stay undercover and not let ‘x’ ‘y’ ‘z’ be found out.

Shackled. He felt trapped there. No amount of nights out and away from Kimber and the apartment they shared seemed to help him feel comfortable there. It had never been a safe space for him, even on the nights he’d work until late in hopes of proving himself to their boss. Or that he stayed out getting drunk at a bar just waiting for the right man to take an interest and give him a reason to rent a motel room.

At least there he would be able to actually breathe without that tightness in his chest, sleep without the worry that he’d roll over to see her face smiling back at him. It made him feel evil to have come to think of this apartment as a prison and Kimber, the warden.

“Okay Y/N, do it. Just fucking do it.” He spoke to himself as he paced the length of the kitchen, giving the phone on the wall the occasional glance. He rubbed his face anxiously before walking out of the kitchen, thinking perhaps if he got ready first he would be able to force himself to make the decision. But he quickly made his way back.

It’s now or..maybe not never but it would definitely become even harder for him if he pushed it off. “Just call him you pussy!”…

“God, look at you…get up you pussy.” No. Not him.

“Do you really think I wanted to spend all that money on that uniform, the cleats, your bat— just for you stand in the outfield fuckin’ day dreaming?” You looked at your hands laying against the dark grey tile floor as you felt the stinging of your face radiating heat, the tears streaming down your face as your dad paced back and forth.

“You know everyone there hates you? Those kids put their all into that game and you just blow it, God it’s so fucking embarrassing having the other parents know you’re mine..”

“I’m sorry..”

“What was that?” He stopped as leaned down as if trying to hear you better.

“I-I’m sorry Dad!” You flinched when he did so and as he crouched down to tell you one last thing it was as if someone was slowly turning down the volume of a television set.

“Don’t call me that ever again.”

Y/N held a hand against his pounding chest as he looked around the kitchen of his apartment frantically. He wasn’t there. It was his mind fucking with him again. Perhaps this was the price he had to pay for unlocking those memories, was it worth it?

Pulling himself up off of the floor he went, taking the napkin off the fridge and then the phone off of the wall. Leaning against the doorway to the kitchen as he dialed the phone number. Taking deep breaths as it rang over and over again.

‘Please pick up..please pick up..’

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x m!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male!reader #stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #angst fic #eddie munson concept

[misstressshelby]

a lot of arthur’s destructiveness comes from his feelings of inadequacy particularly when it comes to tommy. arthur is the oldest son and by 20s standards that means he should be in charge of the family. the breadwinner so to speak but because of his short comings tommy takes over.

in S1 he when faced with male authority figures (his dad,kimber and campbell) he never straight out says he isn’t in charge. when that fact is pointed out he almost seems embarrassed by it. then tries to take back some of that power by giving his dad money behind tommys back.

so instead he tries to show how much of a man he is in other ways such as violence, being promiscuous and excessive drinking/drug use.

even in his marriage with linda he tries to control her by force when she wants to leave. mostly because a failed marriage is another sign of him not being ‘man enough’ and that is where a lot of his possessiveness comes from. 

i think a reason that he struggles with religion as much as he does is because he doesn’t really want to be better. he becomes a good christian husband living on a farm because that is what linda wants. but he falls back into his old ways very quickly and doesn’t seem content with the slow life. he likes ‘the life’ because it gives him back a power that was taken from him.

#the show is filled with toxic masculinity arthur is just the most in your face #he might want to be better on some level but he too weak to commit to it #and face all the wrong he has done which is another reason he spirals #arthur #thoughts on pb

[prpfs]

**LONG SHOT REQUEST :)** Hello, Peach 🎃 here looking for some roleplays. Below are some long shot requests that I am looking for. I'll tell you the usual right here - I am UK based, over 25 and looking for partners to write with on Discord only. I have tried the whole Tumblr thing and it just doesn't work with my work schedule. I am looking for partners who are over the age of 21. I would like my partner to be friendly, proactive and able to put together at least 1-2 decent paragraphs in a response. I love to chat ooc and gush over muses/ships so that is a nice bonus. Please note that any pairings I look for can be romantically shipped or platonic. I just want to write the muses. Below I will detail the fandom, the pairings and I will bold, italic and place a * beside the muses I am willing to write. Please only interact if you are happy to write the other muse. If both muses are bold, italic and have a * beside them it means I am happy writing both. 👻

FANDOM: FIFTY SHADES OF GREY

WANTED PAIRINGS:

*Anastasia Steele* x Christian Grey

DOUBLE UP?: Nope

FANDOM: NIP / TUCK

WANTED PAIRINGS:

*Kimber Henry* x Christian Troy

DOUBLE UP?: Nope

FANDOM: BUFFY / SUPERNATURAL

WANTED PAIRINGS:

*Buffy Summers* x Dean Winchester

*Buffy Summers* x Spike

DOUBLE UP?: Nope

like if you're interested and anon will get back to you

#fifty shades of grey rp #nip and tuck rp #buffy the vampire slayer roleplay #supernatural rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

[gezzasmenswear]

Summer chilling

#drake's #uniqlo #informale #christian kimber #chore coat #linen #glashuette original

[malefashiontrends]

(vía Christian Kimber lleva su elegancia cosmopolita a la semana de la moda de Australia)

#Christian Kimber

[jessicalprice]

Ethnic Reasoning in Early Christianity (2. Introduction)

(Part 1 is here.)

On to the introduction.

With the context I outlined in the previous post, Buell opens with a question from the Epistle to Diognetus, one of the earliest known examples of apologetics, a discipline primarily within Christianity that attacks other cultures/systems of belief and defends Christian ideology.

Why this new race [genos]? the author asks about Christianity.

The question, asked almost 2000 years later, is a challenging one. As Buell notes:

Most people—Christian or not—do not think of Christianity as necessarily linked with race or ethnicity. Indeed, most historical reconstructions published in the last twenty years depict earliest Christianity as an inclusive movement that rejected ethnic or racial specificity as a condition of religious identity.

She discusses some attempts to associate Christianity with particular race(s) much later in its history (guess when!), which are of course about as gross as you'd expect. Put a pin in that.

Sidebar: The poisonous legacy of Renan's The Life of Jesus

In general, and in contrast, the idea of Christianity as above race has been almost universally seen as positive.

Christianity [is] a kind of religion that is defined by its being not linked to race, and... higher value [is] accorded to Christianity on this basis.

Indeed, most academic study of Christianity has been marked by:

[A] widespread view of Christianness as emphatically not a race. In the study of Christianity, and especially Christian origins, this shift has translated into an emphasis upon defining the difference between Christianity and Judaism as that of an ideally universal religion versus a religion of a particular people.

Christianity can be liberatory for some of its adherents, and I don't want to suggest that that experience of it isn't real. But one of the reasons empires have found Christianity a useful religion of empire is because while it can be liberatory, it can also be pacifying. Its liberation can be all in the realm of the spiritual and not at all in the realm of the material or political. After all, in positioning suffering and martyrdom as holy and instructing slaves to obey their masters, Christianity can be constructed to reinforce social hierarchies and oppression and abuse by treating life as a testing ground and promising a reward--and equality--after death.

Over and above whom?

The problem is it generally gets there by scapegoating Jews:

[C]laims that earliest Christianity transcended ethnoracial distinctions have often been formulated over and against a definition of Jewishness... [D]efinitions of Christianity’s racially inclusive ideal will perpetuate a racially loaded form of anti-Judaism if the implied point of contrast to Christianity’s inclusiveness is Jewishness.

(It also often serves as a loophole letting white Christians off the hook in examining their own racism--after all, if Christianity is the solution to racism, they can see themselves as antiracist simply by being Christian.)

As I discussed in the preface, this also contributes to one of the defenses of what Lee Leviter has dubbed "the myth of Christian innocence." This particular defense of Christian innocence posits a single, original, "pure" Christianity from which modern iterations have fallen, allowing defenders to posit anything bad that comes from Christianity as an example of "fake" Christianity (a largesse, one might note, that extends only to Christianity--other cultures are judged on what their adherents do, while Christianity can only be judged on its ideal form).

The interpretation of these New Testament passages as indicative of explicitly nonracialized Christian origins depends on a historical model of Christian history that moves from “pure” origins to less pure realizations of Christianity over time. When Christian practices and structures contribute to racist and ethnocentric oppression, this outcome has often been interpreted as a failure to realize the universalistic and egalitarian ideals inherent in earliest Christianity.

The problem can never be anything about Christianity itself--it can only be because people aren't actually doing Christianity. (This is diet culture logic writ large: if you don't get the results you want, the problem is clearly with you and not with the diet. If you are harmed by Christianity, the problem is, in essence, with you for thinking it was Christianity that harmed you, when actually, it was this imposter Christianity.)

Fluid or fixed ethnicity

So, we have a Christian vision of early Christianity as something that liberated people from their ethnic specificity.

And yet:

Christians also referred to themselves using other language that their contemporaries would have understood as positioning Christians as comparable to groups such as Jews, Greeks, and Romans: the terms ethnos, laos, politeia (Greek), and genus and natio (Latin) pepper early Christian texts... Instead of positioning Christianness as not-race, or aracial, many early Christian texts defined their version of Christianity as a race or ethnicity, sometimes in opposition to other rival articulations of Christianness, and sometimes in contrast to non-Christian groups and cultures (including, but not limited, to those defined as “Jews”).

So how do we reconcile a Christianity anyone can join--indeed, a Christianity that has as its end goal a world in which everyone has joined--with an early Christian self-conception of Christians as a race or ethnicity?

Buell's answer is that the difficulty is due to a false binary.

Race and ethnicity are positioned as irrelevant to early Christian self-definition because they seem to contrast with universalism. In this way of thinking, racially or ethnically specific forms of Christianity may exist, but these variations are viewed either as incidental (not affecting a perceived underlying essence of Christianity) or as problematic (obstructing the achievement of a Christian ideal to dissolve racially or ethnically linked forms of religion and society). This interpretation of the relationship of race/ethnicity to Christianity was especially elaborated in modern historical contexts in light of arguments that race/ethnicity are natural, biological traits.

She argues that this has led to a modern understanding of race/ethnicity as "fixed," a characteristic that wasn't necessarily as present in the ancient world. (The non-fixity of membership in a people certainly makes sense from a Jewish perspective--one can join the Jewish ethnoreligion, and that makes one fully Jewish.)

A universal ethnicity

An ancient-world conception of ethnicity/race as dynamic makes it possible to understand both Christian self-conception as a race/ethnicity and Christian univeralism:

Christians conceptualized themselves not only as a group formed out of members of other peoples, but also as a people themselves... Like Romans, early Christians do not view descent as a bar to (or a precondition of) becoming Christian; nonetheless, Christians also develop and ritually elaborate claims of primordial descent as a basis for defining the Christian community.

In the end, though, we can still use contemporary understanding of these terms to help us parse early Christian self-definition.

The central argument of this book is that early Christian texts used culturally available understandings of human difference, which we can analyze in terms of our modern concepts of “ethnicity,” “race,” and “religion,” to shape what we have come to call a religious tradition and to portray particular forms of Christianness as universal and authoritative.

Four reasons for ethnic reasoning

Buell outlines four reasons that ethnic reasoning was useful to early Christians:

First, race/ethnicity was often deemed to be produced and indicated by religious practices.

Christians (cultural and practicing) often have trouble grasping that Judaism is an ethnoreligion--they often want Jews to identify either as "religious Jews" or "ethnically Jewish." That distinction is not natural to Judaism: Jews are a people with our own culture, and that culture has, as part of it, distinctive religious elements.

Today, in a hegemonic Christian society, being an ethnoreligious culture makes us unusual, but it's important to remember that it was normal in the ancient world.

Second, although ancient authors frequently refer to membership in a genos, ethnos, laos, and phylon as a matter of one’s birth and descent (that is, as fixed or ascribed), such membership was nonetheless seen to be mutable.

Again, this is something about the way Judaism functions now (it's a people/ethnicity that you can join under certain circumstances) that often trips people up, but that's not because Judaism is unique, it's because we're using an older understanding of peoplehood than contemporary Christians do.

Third, this juxtaposition of fluidity and fixity enabled early Christians to use ethnic reasoning to make universalizing claims, arguing that everyone can, and thus ought to, become a Christian.

Finally, early Christians also used ethnic reasoning polemically, especially to compete with one another.

Framing is everything

Buell notes that attempts to reconstruct and understand early Christianity are usually framed by two questions:

“What is the original form of Christianity?” and “How and why did Christianity ‘succeed’?” Although it may not appear so at first glance, both of these questions rely on modern ideas about race for answers.

She outlines how the first question treats Christianity and its development as if it were biological:

It also contains within it a prior question: what makes Christianity different, distinct, or unique (that allows us to even speak about it having an origin)? Christianity is then studied implicitly in organic terms as a life form, with the presupposition that there is a fundamental essence or structure to this life form that may be altered in subsequent strains but which can be uncovered by tracing Christianity back to its original roots.

This biological framing leads to some interesting hangups:

Moreover, these metaphors encode organic notions of racial and sexual difference that appear in preoccupations with what we might call miscegenation. Three concepts in particular signal this concern with early Christianity’s sexual/racial purity: “syncretism,” “Judaizing,” and “heresy.” All three are used to explain differences within Christianity in terms of improper “mixing” of some original essence of Christianity with allegedly external elements... There is an irony here. Naturalized ideas about race help to structure the very classifications of religions despite the insistence on defining Christianity as not-race.

And of course, that leads both to gendering things like heresy (both in terms of describing it in feminized and sexualized terms, such as whoring, and in belief that women are especially susceptible to heresy, especially Judaizing) and scapegoating Jews and Judaism as especially racialized.

By distinguishing Christianity as universal and racially unmarked, Judaism is constructed as its constitutive other—the racially marked particular... [T]he Jew becomes the “other” by which the self is defined.

On to Chapter 1. (To come)

#christian hegemony #christian hegemony library #antisemitism #early christianity #judaism #denise kimber buell #ethnic reasoning in Christianity

[undrcssed]

MASTERLIST

A masterlist of muses that I have played throughout the years, that I am always willing to play. I do need to go over some of the FC's and probably make some changes since this list is YEARS old. But I will do that and update it!!

Abigail ‘Abbi’ Abrams FC: Victoria Justice 

Addison Smollen FC: Kendall Jenner 

Allison ‘Alli’ Ortiz FC: Madison Beer 

Amelia ‘Mia’ Abrams FC: Torrey Devitto

Ana Flores FC: Camila Mendes

Angelina Rose FC: Clemence Posey

Apollo Kona FC: Roman Reigns

Augusta ‘Gwen’ Porter FC: Hailey Baldwin

Avery Smollen FC: Kylie Jenner

Bailey Allwood FC: Katherine Langford

Bethany DuPont-Hunter FC: Rachel Bilson / FC: Crystal Reed

Benjamin DuPont FC: Theo James

Blaise Zabini FC: Keith Powers

Bleau St. Claire FC: Val Mercado

Braelyn Carter FC: Alycia Debnam Carey 

Caleb Kyriakos FC: Tom Austen

Callie Haverford FC: Gigi Hadid

Cameron Bartell FC: Natalia Dyer

Cathleen ‘Rey’ Murphy FC: Paige / Saraya Jade Bevis

Chasity Dean FC: Troian Bellisario

Clara Spencer FC: Alexis Ren

Connor O’Brien FC: Cody Saintgnue

Cooper Brozene FC: Joel Kinnaman

Cyrus Morgan FC: Scott Speedman

Daphne Greengrass FC: Pia Mia

Darya Smirnov FC: Taylor Hill

Davina Pace FC: Carmella Rose

Dawson St. James FC: Finn Wittrock

Dean Munroe FC: Jake Gyllenhaal

Demi O’Connor FC: Jessica Lowndes

Destiny Savvin FC: Eiza Gonzalez / FC: Salma Hayek

Dev Ambrogino FC: Nathan Parsons

Diya Gupta FC: Naomi Scott

Dorian Porter FC: Justin Hartley

Dylan Boyer FC: Olivia Wilde / FC: Odeya Rush

Eden Hunter FC: Danielle Campbell

Elizabeth Rush FC: Hayley Atwell

Evelyn Perez FC:  Bruna Marquezine

Genivive ‘Ginny’ Kennedy FC:  Alicia Vikander

Gracie Abernathy FC: Nicola Peltz

Harleen Quinzel FC: Margot Robbie

Hudson O’Connor FC: Charlie Hunnam

Hunter Munroe FC: Kit Harington

Irina Savvin FC: Claire Holt

Isabella Martinez FC: Naya Rivera  Christian Serratos

Isobel Garcia FC: Jackie Cruz

Ivy Hartley FC: Maggie Duran

Jack Collins FC: Tom Holland

Jalessa Myers FC: Jade Thirlwall

Jayden Munroe FC: Leigh Anne Pinnock

Jayson Hunter FC: Dominic Sherwood

Jennifer Martinez FC: Diane Guerrero 

Joanna ‘Joey’ Martell FC: Marie Avgeropoulos

Judith Grimes FC: Daisy Ridley 

Karina Smirnov FC: Irina Shayk / FC: India Eisley

Katherine ‘Katy’ Abernathy FC: Katie Stevens

Katya Ambrogino FC: Ariel Winter

Keith Newman FC: Travis Mills

Kimber Rhodes FC: Karla Souza

Layla Abernathy FC: Emily Kinney / FC: Candice Swanepoel

Leah Douglas FC: Nathalie Emmanuel / FC: Amandla Stenberg

Lee McBride FC: Dan Stevens

Lilliana ‘Lily’ Rey FC: Bella Thorne Luca Hollestelle

Lorelei Ambrose FC: Imogen Poots

Maddox Young FC: Amadeus Sarafini

Madison Nolan FC: Ashley Greene

Makenna Dean FC: Shelley Hennig

Mateo Fiore FC: Theo Rossi

Matheus Silva FC: Chay Suede

Matty Dodson FC: Cody Christian

Maximus ‘Mac’ Porter FC: Austin Butler

Melanie Rhee FC: Lauren Cohan

Mickey Wolfe FC: Troye Sivan

Natalia ‘Talia’ Smallwood FC: Emily Ratajkowski

Nate Ballard FC: Randy Orton

Nikolai Savvin FC: Joseph Morgan

Paige Stabler FC: Madison Davenport

Pansy Parkinson FC: Nona Komatsu

Parker Mercer FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Phoenix Dattolo FC: Avan Jogia

Piper Romero FC: Maia Mitchell / FC: Giza Lagarce

Priyah Jacobs FC: Alysha Nett

Psyche FC: Sophie Turner

Rami Armand FC: Zayn Malik

Reagan Powers FC: Allison Williams

Rhea Lockhart FC: Julianne Hough

Richard Thorne FC: Jon Hamm

Rose Granger-Weasley FC: Madelaine Petsch

Ryan O'Brien FC: Cam Gigandet

Samantha ‘Sammie’ Barker FC: Arden Cho

Sergei Savvin FC: Max Riemelt

Sierra Tsu FC: Dichen Lachman

Stella La’ei Kona FC: Nikki Reed

Sunshine ‘Sunny’ Jacobs FC: Dove Cameron 

Sydney Pearson FC: Zendaya 

Tanya Dash FC: Khole Kardashian Bree Kish

Teegan O'Brien FC: Lili Reinhart

Titus Kona FC: Jason Momoa

Tobias Graves FC: Travis Fimmel

Trent Lancaster FC: Andrew Lincoln

Valentino De Luca FC: Dominic Cooper

Veda Patil FC: Priyanka Chopra

Wyatt Cahill FC: Ryan Guzman

Xavier Waters FC: Don Benjamin

Zion Waters FC: Ricky Whittle

Zoe DiMarco FC: Bex Taylor-Klaus / FC: Ruby Rose / FC: Ash Stymest

#{ masterlist }

[shadowworldwanderers]

Masterlist

Stories on AO3

Old Intros

Introductory Pages:

Morvant-Adjacent Babies:

Sunny ‘Rose’ Sonnshine

Lilah Reed Nyx Bloom Chuck Dourif Helena Reese Matheson-Adjacent Babies: Emilie Mayson Adelaide Dean Deanna Louis Ellie Sutton Marisol Swinton Delilah Symonds

Merrilees Marston Candice Castor Samantha Marston Calleigh Dean Amanda Matthews Judith Ellison Desmond/Desdemona Mercury Matilda Westwood Alexia Mill Hannah Hardstone Willow Walker Barbara Dean

Jessike ‘Sike’ Logan Elvie Ellory Cassidy Cole Elen Ellis Carlie/Carl Connor Essie Ellory Jenni Oriel  Jessamyn ‘Jess’ Oriel  Jessika ‘Sika’ Oriel  Josie Oriel Jodie Oriel  Jazz Oriel   Jemima ‘Jem’ Oriel Jemma Oriel Jade Oriel  Jasmine ‘Mina’ Oriel  Jo Oriel  Janine Oriel Juliet Oriel     Coralee ‘Cora’ Matthews Millie Meadows Joey Jackson Josh Jackson Gia Wolfe Darla Wolfe Arlene Wolfe Brigitta Wolfe Donna Amato Gina Amato Jeanne Amato Aria Amato Willow Amato Carla Amato Fiona Amato Fiamma Amato Isla Amato Inga Amato Anton Allegro Vincenzo Lombardi Solina Ramirez Lolita Sanchez Marisol Espinoza Jodeyne Morrison Ellory Masterson

Mallory McMichaels

Raffaela Romero Malina Ramirez Lina Markov Candida Crowe Adelaide Marconi Emilie Porter Dervla O’Brady Ava Viva DiLorenzo Jessica Dallas Melissa Madison Katrina Archibald Abigail Novak May Southerlyn April Meadows Julie-Anne Callas Pippa Galston Thea Tallis Kate Isles Lily McQueen Jewel Estella Richardson Alexia-Mae Cathstone Eliza-Beth Leigh Izzy ‘Six’ Sexton-Richards Alice Anais Andrews Britta Roslin Julie Dark Alexandra Jane Castle Jodie Noelle Richards Tallie Marx Michaela Philippa Kingsman Love Aniston Jessie Cole Tali Rice Hollie Mann Madison Mitchell-Mann Roslyn Hall Cariad Hall Joe-Lee Parton Bobby Parton Jim Parton Sonny Parton Lupa Wolfe Anne Rose

Belle Rose Jade Orton Jennifer Orton Jessica Orton Mirabelle Orton Judith Amato Angel Croft Brittany Walker Julietta Day Shadow World Babies: Angelike Kirk Eliana Olivier Marisol ‘Sunshine’ Corazon Annabella Sciorra Gianna Fioretti Rhiannon Ellis Cara Sutton Kat Trellis Kimber Bell Marisol Lees Ria Leigh Delilah Daae Hanna Weiss Mindie Swallows Kismet Christian Juliette Loomis Vanessa Myers Arielle Sea Ellie Dewey Lace Belle Esme Innocent Katie Rollins Cherie ‘Cherry’ Garcia Jessie Wolfe Erin Willows Suzannah Davies Emilia Loss Melanie Jeffries Meredith Greylek Kelly Greylek (No relation to Meredith) Cassidy Rubirosa Candice Banks Kendra Copper Ariadne Todd Desdemona Hex Raven Rose Candace ‘Candy’ Caine Angelina Haven Mina Schiff Callie Dennis Esme Ross Susanna Johnson Consuela ‘Connie’ Sanders Raffaela ‘Raffi’ Angeles Ariel Warton Syren Sirena Hela Helios Anne Dread Rose Rayes Hope Evans Faith Hopkins Elizabeth ‘Eliza’ Eames-Olivet Alexandria ‘Alex’ Eames-Olivet April Dawson June May May Engel Augusta Haim Billy Wolfe Savannah Stanley Stanley Cyprus Kellie Cyrano Bella Wolfe Mina Marston Nadiya Corazon Annalise Sciorra Samantha Southhall Amelia Borstein Elena Greenwood Elizabeth Preston Suella Randall Marienne Rubirosa Lilith Morningstar Saralee Rayes Destiny Dracula Martha Curatola Solina Dracula

Valentine Dracula Queenie Annabeth Queen Lily Sharpe Isobel Rubirosa Rose Wolfe Lily Marigold Savannah Rider Marigold Rose Baby Baker Mami Morrison Sugar ‘Sweet’ Sunshine Melody Eros Allie Gayson-Enders Pippa Gayson-Enders Michaela Orville-Hampton Janet Orville-Hampton Mariposa Shadows Lolita Mayhew Tamberlyn Alexara Sukila  Arielle Denver Suzanne Denver Thalin Chelsea Heart Jessica Brisbin Henna Jenkins Dora Jessop Kathleen Shore Samantha Carson Sarah Carson Karen Nielsen Belinda Andrews Amelie Ellis Sister Tatjana Nichols Madison ‘Sugar’ Fuller Daniel Rabebe Angelika Rabebe-Cortez

Lady Liandrin MacBeth Juliet MacIntosh John-Ross Croft Annchi ‘Angie’ Croft Morgana Addams Angeline ‘Angel’ Verna Lane Eulalie Tamerlane Poe

#opening masterlist #shadow world #original creations #morvant verse #rhiannon's angels #matheson-verse #diner crew #oriel wolves

[manofmanytastes]

Christian Kimber SS24 Redefines Modern Menswear

https://manofmany.com/fashion/mens-fashion-advice/christian-kimber-ss-2024?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[modernmonkeymind]

Do you have a LastFM account? I am interested to know what music you listen to! ^^

I don't have LastFM, I do use Spotify though. My musical tastes are pretty wide ranging: I grew up listening to the Beatles, Elton John, and similar singer/songwriters, as well as kids musicians when I was little. These days pretty much the only thing I actively don't listen to is gangsta rap and death metal, but I've found at least one artist in most genres I like. And amusingly enough, I still listen to kids' music, mostly Mister Rogers'. And I can't believe I just admitted that online, lol!

A couple of my fav songs in no particular order:

The Shadow Knows by Grand Magus (pretty sure these dudes are MASSIVE dorks but would never openly admit it. This is a song about the Shadow, a radio play superhero that probably inspired the Batman but would kick Bruce Wayne's ass ten ways to Sunday.)

When Buddha Smiled by the Blue Cliff Monastery Choir (a recounting of a miracle performed by the Buddha when he encountered an elephant raging out of control because of mistreatment and abuse. I defy you to listen to this song and not break down in tears. I sobbed the first time I listened to it and I haven't cried since I saw Pay it Forward in theaters.)

the Farthest Field by the Blue Cliff Ensemble (a really beautiful song about spirituality and mindfulness practice...that I didn't notice until a friend pointed it out to me is also very obviously about death and is originally a Christian hymn.)

Lady of the Dark by Sabaton/Miss Pavlichenko by Woody Guthrie (Okay, kinda cheating here. But to be fair, both songs are about the same badass woman, a Russian sniper named Lyudmila Pavlichenko who made a name for herself making Nazi heads explode during WWII. Oh, and Miss Pavlichenko might be a weird listen if you only know Guthrie from his more "kid friendly" songs, since the chorus is basically "You killed more than three hundred Nazis. You're such a goddamn badass girl!")

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter Paul and Mary (Yeah, remember what I said about kids' music? If you listened to this song as a kid, go back and listen to it again, if you're not an utter garbage troll you're going to cry since its actually about growing up and the loss of innocence.)

Its You I like/It's Such a Good Feeling/Won't You be my Neighbor by Mister Rogers (Yeah, here's that kids music again and my ego wondering why I'm admitting to listening to it as a thirty seven year old. Maybe its my nostalgia, maybe its my deep and abiding respect for the man as one of my first heroes and role models, but whether I'm having a shit day or things are going well, I can always count on one of these to put a smile on my face.)

Its a Lovely Day Today by Perry Como (The first time I heard this, I assumed it was Mister Rogers using a voice modulator or something. Though to be fair, Como was kinda Mister Rogers for adults. A beautiful song, beautifully sung.)

You are my Sunshine by Johnny Cash (I like the song, but honestly I like this for a similar reason I get a kick out of the John Wick movies: Keanu Reeves has developed a rep as a sort of Perry Como/Bob Ross/Mister Rogers kind, compassionate, empathetic person IRL, and plays a character who spends the movies murdering people in cold blood. Cash has a rep as "the Man in Black" a hard living, world weary man, and yet here he is singing this song of deep emotion and positivity to the point that its commonly taught to kids as being a nonthreatening positive message.)

Bully in the Alley by Kimber's Men (Admittedly I don't know what the hell being "bully in the alley" means other than being so piss drunk you get yourself tossed out of the pub into the back alley.)

Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell (Nothing against the Counting Crows cover, I just prefer the original.)

On Tin Soldier by "the Sugar Chasers" (This is a kids song with a great message about the stupidity and destructive pointlessness of violence as a problem solving method. The comedy comes in when you look into the bad and realize that before they recorded this they'd made a name for themselves for performative Satanism at their concerts long before a certain musician bit heads off bats on stage.)

Scott Pilgrim by Plumtree (nothing to do with the comic book series or movie by that name.)

the Sound of Silence by Disturbed (IMHO one of the few times the cover surpasses the original.)

Indestructible by Disturbed (How has this not been used in a video game or action movie? To on the nose I guess, lol!)

Land of Confusion by Disturbed (As far as I know this band has no connection to Buddhism, but this is very much the Buddhist conception of Samsara and the Bodhisattva Vow in song form.)