#church stories

[citrussunrises]

Ok folks raised or in the church, reblog this with your most insane church lore, drama, or scandal.

I'll go first. My church started out as a New England commune. They all shared one lawnmower.

#church #christian #presbyterian #methodist #baptist #Catholic #Orthodox #Protestant #anglican #episcopal #ex christian #church stories #christianity #christian stories #m #jesus #yes i was inspired by the responses to my hyper specific poll #yes i was more immediately inspired by my sister

[streamlass]

Discussion with Mom: "Sure, your new boots are nice, but I don't think they're quite nice enough for church." (They're chukka boots, burgundy, I like 'em.)

Me: "The 70-somethings at my church show up in jeans and sneakers...and that's leaving aside the college students...I think I'm good."

#Church stories #Clothes #Mom

[the-modern-typewriter]

As a long time lover of vampires, I have recently stumbled upon your wee blog and your vampire writings have me feral and unhinged. You truly capture the alluring and terrifying predator that the vampire should be. They are just so *chef's kiss* amazing! Superb!! Thank you for the undead food!!!

"Do you ever get an answer?"

The protagonist startled, head snapping up. The boy was standing only a metre away, in the aisle, smoky and soft in the candlelight. His eyes seemed to burn, pinprick red and gorgeous, with the fire's reflection. He was...well. He was beautiful.

The protagonist quickly looked away. It was wrong to think such things.

"To your prayers," the boy added, with a smile. "Do you ever get an answer? You're here a lot. I've seen you."

The protagonist swallowed. It would be wrong to lie, and a confession of something to say no. Never. It wasn't something they could say to their parents. What if the silence simply meant that they'd done something wrong? Their parents always seemed so sure.

"I've never heard anything back either," he said, in a confiding tone of voice. "I'm always curious if it's just me."

"He has his reasons, I'm sure. I mean, that's what everyone says."

"Well, if everyone says it."

When they looked up again, the boy was closer than before, in the row in front of them, hands resting lightly on the pew separating them. He had nice hands. Elegant. They were nothing like the protagonist's; calloused, nail-bitten, rough. They would probably be very soft to hold.

They realised they were still on their knees and quickly hastened to stand, cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to interrupt you," they said. "It's not - people aren't normally here at night."

"No," the boy agreed.

"But you are?"

"Insomnia. I don't sleep much."

"The priests don't mind?"

His smile curled up like kindling catching; just as bright. "They think it's dangerous to be out at night in these parts, but it's yet to stop me."

"My parents don't like it either."

"But here you are."

The protagonist shrugged. "We don't live far from the church. And they - well - they like that I come here."

"And nothing bad can happen on hallowed ground, of course."

"Right."

His eyes really were astonishing. Further away from the light of the candles, the protagonist had expected them to grow shadowed like the rest of his face, but they still seemed so bright. Intent, in a way that nobody had ever looked at them, but which sent a delicious shiver down their spine.

The protagonist realised, with a sharp stab of embarrassment, that they'd leaned in.

"It's okay," the boy said. "I think you're real pretty too."

"It's a sin to lie in church." Their face burned, though. Never mind that they should have protested so many other things about the statement.

The boy laughed and that really was pretty. He leaned in a little in turn. Up close he smelled like...like...the protagonist wasn't exactly sure what it reminded them of. Roses wasn't quite right. Neither was the first snow of winter. Yet it was both of those things, and water on stone, and the church itself a little. Something fleeting. Something that had been there forever.

His finger ghosted beneath the protagonist's chin, a caress, a whisper.

"I - I should go," the protagonist said.

"You don't want to though. You want to kiss me."

Was it so embarrassingly obvious, that forbidden thing?

It was true, but the protagonist would never have said it, never have done it, never have even dreamed of something so bold as to kiss a total stranger in the middle of the night. It was so...the priests would surely not approve. It was difficult to think about the priests, about anything else, when he leaned in the rest of the way.

It wasn't a proper kiss. It was another whisper. A yearning.

Hunger.

It sprung inside the protagonist so hard and fast that they were almost winded by it. To kiss this boy. To be held in the hand of something ancient. To lose themselves in something beyond human.

The protagonist blinked. They shook their head, trying to clear it.

The boy kissed them. It was sweet and heady. For a second, his lips were so cold that the protagonist gasped.

In an instant, or maybe it was a long time, the boy had moved. He had taken the protagonist's hand. He had led them to the altar, glittering a dark gold in the night. Time was honey and melted wax. Time was that his lips were still against theirs, and it was all surely wrong, but their first proper kiss didn't feel wrong at all. It felt like the answer to a question they had been screaming for a while.

They were both on their knees, then, somehow. His fingers carded through the protagonist's hair, so gently, so tenderly. His lips trailed a song against the protagonist's throat, a comet path. Hot. Scattering molten stars through their body.

"Pray," he whispered against their ear. "Tell me if you get a fucking answer this time."

Then he sank his fangs into the protagonist's throat.

#idk what to tell you guys #it just happened #vampires #writing #short story #vampire #blood drinking #ficlet #fic #writeblr #short fiction #creative writing #something something I'm a bit obsessed with the idea of gods and vampires and churches

[fictionadventurer]

Maybe the problem with Christian fiction is that it's non-denominational. People are just "Christian", with no effort put into showing what practicing that religion looks like for them specifically. No indication that there are other Christians who could have different beliefs. No wrestling with differing ideas and the struggle of how one should live out their Christian faith. And that makes it unrealistic and unrelatable.

#me reading any christian historical fiction set in england: why are none of these gentry anglican?? #they ARE all anglican and if they are not it is extremely plot and character relevant you can't just have them using evangelical buzzwords #but i'm also thinking of this because i started another charlotte yonge book #that is by far my favorite of the things of hers that i've read #because it has characters who have different upbringings and religious opinions #instead of just 'here's a bunch of high church anglicans judging people who don't live up to their victorian standard' #you have the very high church anglican rector whose wife is worldly but still a very good person #the girl raised in a very strict protestant family who is more scrupulous than the anglicans but is still recognized as a good person #you have people who are trying to work out the nuances of different issues #and that makes it so much more realistic and so much easier to integrate into the story #(the politics though are hilarious) #(most of the classics that survive are the ones that were 'ahead of their time' in politics) #(so it's equally fascinating and refreshing and a bit infuriating to see one that is very very of its time with regards to women's rights) #('why did this woman get up at the meeting and explain her very good ideas for rebuilding after the fire? she should have had a man do it') #(meanwhile i'm just screaming 'why on earth SHOULDN'T she???') #(it's almost enough to make a feminist of me)

[elderwisp]

𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯, ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯

#i'm gonna get demonetized by the catholic church #anyway this is sexi they're sexi end of story #oc: kai #c: alexander #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 #show us your sims

[cinamun]

S.A.L | Next

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #damn um..... #I hope she's ok #but come back on Tuesday y'all #to be continued #somebody pray for the good sis in church today #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #ch24 #back on schedule! #we fall down #but we get up!

[zu-is-here]

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#zu art #comic #x-orcist #love and passion #priest!cross #herbalist!dream #cross!sans #dream!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #(herbalism was banned by the Christian church due to verbal folk magic and belief in the supernatural) #(so in fact Cross and Dream are the 'opposing' healers) #(that's why he was careful with talking about churching) #(but much more powerful forces worked here ig ;) #now all my browser history knows is that I Want To Be a Catholic XD #god ​there are SO many options in the script that this story may be a visual novel with several endings *looks at RenPy* ...ma yb e.... #thank you guys a lot for 14 500+!! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)♡ #gotta zzz— have a good night or day everyone╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[annabelle--cane]

I like the subtle world building implications in the differences between the usher foundation and the magnus institute. if the usher foundation and the magnus institute were meant to be direct parallels to each other, then the usher foundation would have been established in like the 1870s in boston or nyc, but no, it's in dc and was founded no earlier that 1955, and that gives me less "old respectable academia" vibes and more "insane reagan era project comissioned to weaponize the supernatural in the cold war that didn't work but was never officially shut down."

#tma #marina marvels at life #some types of statements that I think the usher foundation has: #stories about cults and churches that are all incredibly fucked up but only about 10% of them are actually paranormal #area 51 alien sightings (all of these are false and/or true but mundanely explicable) #lotta nuclear power ones that adelard dekker spent weeks of his finite mortal life poring over #bigfoot (these ones are real) #corruption statements about rats in nyc

[teeth-ing]

the runaway bride shot by me and @kestreleve

#mine #polaroid photography #polaroid 600 #film phogoraphy #film portrait #churches #look at me constructing a lil story from teo totally unrelated photos tehe 🫶

[blueskittlesart]

being in art school and having basically 0 knowledge about christianity whatsoever is so funny at this point i think you could tell me literally anything was an allegory for jesus and i'd just believe you

#my ass has been to church like twice in my entire life so my peers are like 'this is a biblical allegory' and im like yeah ok sure #makes art history class very annoying tho because everyone just assumes you can look at a stained glass window and know who all the guys ar #also sometimes people will be like this image depicts the story of david or peter or some random other biblical name #and then just. not elaborate. because apparently we all know the stories of every biblical guy who ever existed. #who is peter and why is he in the church window. please #and i dont even have an EXCUSE bc like both ethnically and like in basic practice i am christian. i celebrate christmas or whatever #my parents both just fucking hated church so much as children they were like nah were not doing that #and now i have a deficiency in Identifying White Men In Paintings apparently. #sigh. sorry just got a 5 out of 13 on an art history quiz feeling GREAT

[hannahclairillustration]

The lonely ghost looks for a light in the dark

Part of my lonely ghost series. Frame by frame animation over a Polaroid I took in Iceland 2022

#ghost #2d animation #ghost stories #spooky #illustrator #animation #artist #gif #halloween #spooky season #fall season #fall vibes #autumn #creepy art #haunted #art #church #polaroid #film photography #frame by frame #experimental art

[ectonurites]

'the catharsis of punching a clone of himself in the face' being part of how Kon manages to finally process/deal with the internal conflict he'd been having is actually hilarious and so very Kon to his core. good work here Mr. Porter, no notes.

#well one note: i can't believe your editor didn't catch tht panel with clark's dialogue bubble connecting to kon . but still #overall i enjoyed this story. it has really *felt* like kon again and im sad that it's over :/ #dc spoilers #tuesday spoilers #sbmot spoilers #grandpa max is god? i go to church now

[mihai-florescu]

I just realized something kinda annoying about engstars, they let Ra*bits call Nazuna "Ni-chan", but Eichi is referred to as "Brother Eichi" :/ I wish they'd just stick with one rather than make it confusing (especially for people that only have/use the official translation)

Brother eichi sounds like they're in a monastery i'll never get over that. I hear gongs in my head every time i read it. Im sorry to anyone that only uses the official translation though:( for many reasons i wont get into cuz i think i'll sound annoying if i do. Anyway. Rinne and Niki calling Anzu sister is funny tho, i'll give eng that, it adds a vague 2010s american gay layer to their characters that was definitely not intentional but it's there now

#ask #anon #every time someone casually asks 'should i download enstars' i have to bite my tongue because well if u wanna get into enstars dont download #the english app #no no. first of all it misses half a decade's worth of stories secondly the translations suck #what youre gonna do is hunt down blogs and use the wayback machine and- wait where are you going... #you wouldnt want to be a casual would you (theres nothing wrong with that considering it's easier to join an actual church than get into #enstars) #(it's just a game but also no it isnt. wait come back yeah you can download the app... well no i wouldnt recommend getting into it like that #) #these tags are a mess

[fischiee]

the lack of communication in red vs blue drives me up the wall like what do you MEAN the reds and blues (and wash!!!) don’t know that the director is carolina’s dad!! they don’t know about tex’s history!! they don’t even know that epsilon tried to blow himself up in wash’s head!!!!!

#uhhh i might be wrong about them not knowing abt tex and epsilon but they certainly don’t know the full story #but im fairly certain church only told Wash (who already knew abt tex) and i think Wash only told alpha and maybe caboose #also i am aware that it’s possible that they have talked about it off screen but that’s very.. not likely i think #considering church made a comment like ’you’re lucky her mother’s not here to hear you say that’ #and the whole church not knowing tucker was black and everything #these motherfuckers simply don’t talk and it drives me up the wall #rvb #red vs blue #leonard church #agent carolina #agent washington #the director #rvb epsilon #agent texas

[elderwisp]

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Atlas: Soooo... You nervous?

Taryn: Atlas, what if I cry?

Atlas: Naaaah. You'll be fine. I promise. [ pinch! ]

Taryn: OW!

Atlas: See, that wasn’t so bad. Now imagine that on your ears.

Taryn: I- [ pauses ] You are so odd. 

Atlas: Would you have it any other way?

Taryn: No… Never. 

Atlas: [ lets out a small huff ] Well, you ready?

Taryn: Only if you go first.

#just a fair warning these next handful of scenes are centered around these two #kinda reminds me of the library/church scene in regards to length :) #tessellate #sims 4 story #show us your story

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

We were talking about our religious pasts at work today (see what not letting us play music gets you, director), and so let me tell you how I got kicked out of Sunday school.

So I'm helping my stepmom in the little church kitchen and I see this lady filling up a bunch of cups. Some with water, some with vinegar. And I thought 'bit weird, but it ain't none of my business' and kept doing my thing.

Later when I go into the Sunday school room, the lady is there and is asking us to grab ourselves a drink. Which I did not. And she asked why I didn't want a drink.

Now I could've told her that I saw her pour those cups, and I didn't want to possibly drink vinegar. Instead, I told her that my momma told me not to accept drinks from strangers.

Believe it or not, this was not what got me kicked out. It was merely the 20lbs weight that the camel was carrying. Tune in next week to hear about the straw I threw on that camel's back

#based on real events #true story #my family and I have been kicked out of multiple churches #the fact that this took place in a church is incidental #same bat time #same bat channel