#gay mexican guy from the office

[johnnyhatesducks]

I also made this Oscar drawing btw he is just like me beacuse he is mexican and gay

#the office #the office fanart #oscar martinez #oscar martinez fanart #gay mexican guy from the office #ugh he is a nerd #i actually like him a lot #my art 👽

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

I asked a few of my favorite hazbin writers this and only one answered and it was ok but I felt like it could have been expanded on so here's my take

Vox, Val, Alastor, and Lucifer react to your love language being baking/cooking

Vox

(Starting with him because he's the one thaf inspired this).

Vox came from the 50s and even though I firmly believe he is past all the ingrained gender roles and homophobia I think he still has some internalized misogyny. He wants to be viewed as the man in the relationship, the breadwinner, the provider. He can cook for himself but it's pretty basic food (except steak. Like every other man since the invention of the grill how to bbq has been hardwired into his brain. If his partner also grills ya'll fight over whose turn to cook out it is)

(Unrelated but as a lesbian who loves to grill, and is the designated grill bro, butch lesbians or cookout lesbians are some of Vox's favorite type of gays to chill with)

I firmly believe that's why even though he's a sub, it's so hard and would take time and trust to get him to let you top and enjoy it. He's so worried people will find out and judge him, that you'll judge him. His ego can be very fragile.

Especially if we go with the Vox used to be a cult leader theory. His power, image, and success are linked to his ability to appear in control. To appear to have all the answers and take responsibility. It's going to take a lot of time and patience to unravel all that and help him seperate his personal and professional image.

That being said, a partner who uses acts of service as a love language is perfect for him. He's a busy man, so he tends to be a gift giver type. The gifts are always well thought out and expensive. He wants it to be something you need, want, can get a lot of enjoyment from, and be worth the money spent, so he puts time and effort into them. Unless he's just showing off by giving you his card and telling you to go nuts.

So you taking time to make his coffee for him the way he likes, ordering lunch from his favorite places and having it sent to his office so he remembers to eat, or just texting him reminders to drink water or eat/take breaks throughout the day makes him giddy.

If you're his assistant or something, (and I believe Vox absolutely would have his partner working for him/with him), then it's even better when you take on extra work to try and help him. Organizing his schedule, sorting emails/mail, and proofreading things. Any small act you do for him, because you want to and care about him, makes his heart rate pick up.

It'll really make him overheat, glitching slightly, literal heart eyes, if he comes home after a shitty day and you're cooking for him.

His internal monologue is absolutely raving about what a good housewife you are for him, a hard working husband.

Bonus points if you cleaned too! Either way, he adores you even more now, letting you fret and coo at him, removing his jacket and tie, pouring him a drink and telling him dinner will be ready soon and you made his favorite. He's so tempted to bend you over the counter right now, but that would ruin dinner. After you guys eat though, he's having you for dessert. Man's gonna make sure you know how much he appreciates this by turning your knees to jello, good luck walking tomorrow, doll.

If you bake treats and bring them to VoxTek he's gonna brag so much. Literally the embodiment of John Mulaney's, "That's my wife!" If you bring them just for him, he's defending his treats like they're the last ones in Hell. He has literally hit Val with a fly swatter for even asking if he could have one.

(Unrelated but like, chubby vox maybe? You're cooking is too good)

Valentino

Val wishes he could cook better. He's some kind of latino, so I feel like the fact he can't cook very well is a sore spot culturally. He can make the salsa and chips and like, help with stuff, he knows how to wrap tortillas and tomales (I picture him as like Mexican or Puerto Rican but that's just cuz the town I grew up had a large Puerto Rican group).

It doesn't help that his eyesight is even more shit in Hell. He can't see what he's doing hald the time. It ruins his art hobby too. He's overall just more easily frustrated with his bad eyesight.

I don't imagine you guys dating per se. Maybe you're his sugar baby, maybe you're someone he hired to help him do stuff like clean and organize and you just sorta start doing other things to help him. (Again I'm not saying it excuses jackshit, but as someone who worked with bipolar people and people with mood disorder I kinda see the fan theory in him, either way I think all the Vees could be sort of trained to be better people, but especially Val. We already saw Vox do it.)

After all, he's usually in a much better mood if you do and that means less outbursts. The first few times you cook him something he teases you about being his housewife, tries to make it sexual. It's not really something he clocks as being an act of love because I don't think you'd realize it yourself at first. I think the more you got to see him when he wasn't stressed, lashing out, being abusive, you'd start catching feelings. ("I can fix him", delulu asses)

He loves to be in the kitchen when you cook once it starts becoming a regular thing. He can't see clearly what you're doing but the way you move around the kitchen and get what you need, even if you're an ADHD mess and do steps out of order or at random, he can tell you know what you're doing. He likes to smell the food too while it's cooking.

He will ask you to try and make some spicier/more traditional foods he grew up with, but he doesn’t remember all of the ingredients, and it just gets him more frustrated he can't tell you. If you look them up and surprise him with it it'll probably be the most genuine, human response you get from him.

He's shocked, silent, standing frozen in the penthouse as familiar smells waft around him. You present him a plate nervously, practically shaking hoping it's good enough. The first bite nearly puts him in tears. No one's done anything this nice for him? Why would you? Lowkey thinks you want something from him. It's gonna make him paranoid for a while so don't expect a verbal compliment but he eats it all.

Eventually though, one day when you're in the kitchen cooking, humming softly and swaying your hips, one set of his arms will wrap around your waist, the other reaching around you help with the salsa, or wrap a tamale, and he'll prop his chin on your head and mumble out thanks. Some praise, maybe. Would definitely tell you stories about eating these foods growing up.

It's the first step towards having an actual relationship with him.

Alastor

This man almost always insists on cooking. He isn't much of a sweet tooth either. You tell him one night you want to try cooking for him. Tell him you understand it's an activity he enjoys and relaxes too, (especially if you know it's something that reminds him of his mother), but you want to do something for him and this is one way you show you care.

It's gonna remind him of his Mama so much that if you didn't know why he loved cooking so much before you do now. He compromises. You pick the meal and gather the ingredients and do most of the cooking and he helps prep and does dishes.

He playfully critiques you the entire time about adding some spice too it or a little southern flair. Just smack him with the wooden spoon, gently. It's gonna make him laugh because his Mama used to do that when he wouldn't keep out of the sweets, or tried to add stuff to her cooking.

Once you start it becomes habit to help each other in the kitchen every night, trading off who cooks and who preps and does dishes.

If you do find baked goods he likes that aren't too sweet and send them to him as snacks, especially to Overlord meetings, he's so fucking obnoxious about his sweet little doe (doesn't matter if you are one or not) and how they spoil him. Especially rubs it in Vox's face (not him whining to his partner so they send him with treats too so he can also brag).

Only shares with Charlie, Rosie, Niffty, and sometimes Zestiel. If he's feeling generous, Husk can have a bite.

Low-key also has a thing for his partner behaving domestically even if he isn't exactly invested in traditional marriage.

Favorite activity though is dancing with you in the kitchen to jazz while dinner cooks, holding you close, in his room usually, so he can hear the sounds of the bayou. If he closes his eyes he can pretend this is how his life went and that his Mama is in the corner or sitting in her chair, watching him, happy to see him find someone.

He will literally kiss Vox willingly before admitting that last part though.

Lucifer

It's not that he can't cook, it's just....it's easier to just snap his fingers and make food appear. He's been in a depressed slump for decades man, he's lived off of the 'want food, no cook, only eat' mindset.

When you come into his life it's a complete overhaul. Despite what issues you have yourself you can recognize someone in worse state than you and immediately categorize and prioritize. First thing first, get this man's duck collection/obsession organized, thinned out, and under control.

Second, help him work through his issues with Lillith and Charlie. Encourage therapy, be a mediator between him and Charlie (and trust me she appreciates it. She knows her dad struggles, didn't know how bad, and still feels awkward). Help him socialize more, rebuild his connection with the other sins.

Get this man a work schedule!

Then it's on to personal habits. You help him get out of bed, you're both probably a little helpless in the sleeping on time category though. Help him get a routine again to keep out of his funk. Then you start cooking for him. It just happens naturally. You enjoy cooking, you enjoy showing people you love how much you care by providing good meals.

At first he's gonna resist and tell you he can handle that, you already do so much for him. He can cook or better yet he can just make it appear and you laugh and tell him it tastes better when it's made with love. He brushes it off as a joke too, you're both just being silly and obviously you said that to get him to quit fussing. Except, unholy hell does it actually taste so much better.

Lucifer hadn’t realized how bland and unsatisfying just materializing the food was. Maybe that's because he was so depressed and uninterested in what he ate, maybe not. Either way, your cooking is so much fucking better. He actually looks forward to eating now. If he gets caught up in work or has a bad day, you make sure to always bring him something, leaving it as an offering of sorts. It almost always works and entices him to eat at least once.

You cook, he does dishes, and he will not budge on that rule. He wants to be a fair man. He occasionally boots you out to do dessert, though. Apple pie is his bitch and you've never tasted one as good as his. He also makes good pancakes and some absolutely orgasmic angel's food cake.

Ironicall, devil's food cake is one of your go to recipes. Sometimes you both make a cake and take it to events just to watch people get confused as fuck when it's revealed the literal Devil did not make the devil's food cake.

Everyime you're in the kitchen together it's a disaster, you're both to silly and chaotic. You were making noodles one time and he threw flour at you so you smacked him with the noodle you were holding, leaving a line of flour and a speck of dough against his cheek. From there it escalates. It happens every time. Making cakes together, you're smashing frosting on each other. Making cookies, you're fighting each other to stop eating cookie dough.

Once, after you get fed up with him stealing her spatula to lick the chocolate off of, hovering above you with his wings, you pout and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to please give it back. He swoops down in front of you, booping your nose to smear chocolate on it and leaning in to kiss you, letting you have a taste of the chocolate batter you were mixing for brownies. While his tongue is in your mouth, drunk off the taste of you and chocolate you smash an egg over his head and let out a triumphant cheer, snatching back your spatula.

He's so stunned his wings disappear and he drops the last few inches to the ground while you cackle. His heart is pounding, his ears are ringing, and his chest feels like it's gonna explode. His eyes are literal sparkles. He hasn't felt this much joy, wonder, and love since Charlie was born. It feels like witnessing creation all over again, of the breathlessness he felt when he first saw Lillith.

You're laughter stops when you realize he's just staring at you awestruck and you smile, asking if he's ok.

"For once...yeah..Yes. I'm ok." He responds, genuinely. You kiss his cheek and resume baking. He watches you from the counter now, dreamily, thinking about how he's gonna marry you someday.

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #vox x reader #valentino x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader

[imaginative-123]

Part 2 of Flo's V8 Cafe 2007

For Mater's design I don't want to personally based him on Larry the Cable Guy, while he actually does voice him for me his appearance doesn't fit on Mater's appearance if humanized so I want to imagine Mater as a guy who typically slacks off during his rest day and must look older than McQueen and wear old clothes with worn off blue jumper missed with his grey shirt to represent him as an old mechanic his hat is a farmer's worned hat since he tends to Frank the bull and the Cows and in this drawing, he blows from his straw in an attempt to hit McQueen with a crumpled tissue to distract McQueen doing roller skates service to test him if he can dodge the obstacles coming his way to which it annoys McQueen but he then accepted it as a challenge.

For Fillmore, I based it on his car design and hippie's design to give him that stoned yet peaceful outlook in life

As for Sarge I based it on 1940's USA uniform since he was drafted in the military in WW2 and his model was also in the year of 1940's.

He is modeled on a 1942 Willy's MB Jeep, and his license plate reads "41WW2", a reference to World War II and the year the US got in the war, 1941. 

So there is a theory in the Cars fandom that even Sargemore fangirls shippers say that Sarge might be gay for Fillmore so I added a blush bec it was based on this image in Cars that the two also use to lean with each other all the time

For Flo's outfit I based it on Disneyland Cars Land outfit that the waitresses at Flo's V8 Cafe in real life worked on that place including the standard male uniform that Mia and Tia disliked

Her hair is based on her voice actress Jennifer Lewis for inspiration since she's also a black woman

Although I forgot to add this the fanart of Flo by pegfan may be an inspiration at first, I saw but I decided to based it more of her actress Jennifer Lewis and change some parts of the designs by making her side bangs positioned on the right bec the fanart's side bang is on the left but without the twirl at the end that is my art, and her earrings gold like her actress including the lipstick and make it dark yet moderetely lighter almost like the actress' lips and make her older and a bit chubbier and based it more on her actress and make her eyeshadow teal is my personal addition and her hair color and skin color tone is based on the same actress. Reminder I do not copy the entire design nor my intention is to steal from the fanart I just made my own version despite the fanart is also a part of the inspiration. The same goes to older McQueen to which I also changed the design a bit but not make it an exact copy but I also credited the artist.

For Ramone's outfit I based it on Guayabera shirt since males from Mexico also wore that and I assume Ramone's ethnicity is Mexican

According to google search guayabera an open-necked Cuban or Mexican shirt with two breast pockets and two pockets over the hips, typically having short sleeves and worn untucked.

Although The guayabera is often worn in formal contexts, such as offices and weddings. In Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Mexico, and Puerto Rico, guayaberas are part of the traditional wear for men and may be considered formalwear.

So imagined Ramone doing his own version of Guayabera with a flame designs from his car on his shirt arms to be different from formal wear. As for his hair to make him stand out alongside with his with Flo since Mexicans also allow pompadour

As for tattoos I decided to based the tattoos on Flo and Ramone's license plate

#youtube #pixar cars #cars fandom #humanized cars #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars fanart #sally carrera #Flo #Ramone #Luigi #Guido #doc hudson #Pixar Sheriff #tow mater #sargemore #cars fillmore #sarge #Mia and Tia #red cars #Lizzie #guayabera #hippie #mexican #pompadour

[audible--silence]

Sayu/GDL quotes / promises to self while drunk as shit

Que eres un baño?!

“Im so used to shit going wrong that it just doesnt phase me anymore”

“If i go into an office job id have to wake up in the morning, which i just don't wanna do”

A bar without a manager

Nothing feels better than going home but nothing feels better than leaving home too.

“Be a traveler not a tourist”

“I been keepin busy! No idea what with though. I just been smokin joints playing guitar and surfing”

One more bus

One more uber

One more hostel check in

One more round of storytelling how we got here

One more gig

A few more beers

Una mas cerveza

One more night

Una mas noche

No more waves

No more taco stands

No more in jokes

No more calling directions in spanish

No more setting up the tent in excitement

No more packing down the tent in a hurry

No more Duolingo sessions in a hammock

No more chess games

No more joints rolled at the last minute

No more joints smoked at all hours of the day

No more “you hungry?”

No more tracking down vegetables

No more long bus rides spent sharing snacks

No more movies on your shit tablet

No more pringles, principe and stoner snacks

No more reminding each other to get our shit together

No more jamming guitar

No dancing while doing simple tasks

No more of your tunes

No more guac n beer

No more two aussie dickheads

“Phone wallet shoes nothing on my head that im gonna lose”

“Adios Cabron”

“His drip dope, you gotta be 70% homeless, 20% gay to be fly”

“Whats the 10%?”

“Opium”

“Stoner! I choose you!!”

“Yeah well, fuck off” on cross cultural relatability

hope is a hell of a drug

The enemy was defeated, in a valiant battle with three little Mexican girls with long hair and cute gold glasses, not far from the stargazers, at midday, with ice cream. Or the youthful romantics, an archetype that seems to transcend every culture since society itself. Watched on in silence by the cute, erratic yet robotic, overly friendly squirrels. A picnic without snacks, soundtracked by Jeff Buckley in the shade of a well watered bush

Manifestation is gaslighting yourself

The heat of hell is ever so slightly warmer for you isnt it”

“You sound like a constitution”

“We need to rebrand politics but with much more sex”

“Dont smoke”

W dart in mouth

“A bar for a football team that never wins, for fans that never succeed”

“If you commit suicide you cant go to the pub”

a british guy

“Yeah but if you commit suicide, guess where we go? The fucking pub”

another british guy

A game of football can mean two very different things depending on who’s watching

A taco is only as a good as what you can put on it

Am i going to regret not going out? Enjoying it all? Being young n stupid in Mexico and everywhere else?

Will I regret not knowing what any of these drunk messages to self mean? Probably.

Booze is fuel for survival. I am a bartender who hates going out. A socialite who cannot stand socializing.

words from a drunk aus fuck in Mexico, solo, with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle”

“Its fuxkin mexixo ya prick”- on uber eats, n walkin for street food

2.12 - the minute of the end of the phonecall w ya nan, the only pure soul left in ya life

Thanks for finding me phone - from a welsh cunt who likes flashing his dick

I love thinking while drunk because I don’t have to deal with the realizations

Chinga su madre but with a car horn

“We’ve literally sat down all day”

“Thats what traveling is about. Traveling halfway across the world just to sit down”

dive bars, tacos with drunks and adele on the roof till 4am

“I dont identify as American I identify as a marxist”

The more decrepit and dilapidated the restaurant looks, the better the food is.

Weathered hands make the food, not fresh paint on the walls

“Theres more to life than dating everyone you meet, i guess”

“I either need tequila or a sweater and im not sure which it is”

“The cartels comin” shoot ya drink

“You look good bro!”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, he’s just happy”

deja vu from a rooftop w some beautiful Mexicanos in GDL

“How dare you show so much grace so many time zones away”

feel like we gon spend the rest our lives searching for the thrill of skating to the ellenbrook hungry jacks at midnight for snacks while on a videogame bender

Lessons from seeing your favorite band in a new place: It’s better with your friends. In the place you came to love them, even if its less fun

“We have this saying in Mexico that says “Las bonitas tambien quiermbaila“ which means “the pretty woman also wants to dance”

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Dear Bryan, a blue truck met me at the airport turn-out right as I passed, and then at the fabrication shop a “beardy” (what I call people who try to resemble religious effigies) got into his car exactly as a walked up to it, as it was parked right next to the road. Around the corner, someone dragged his garbage can up to the road, to *meet me* exactly at that point in the corner. 

When I got to the overpass, there was a “pool masters” truck (because my latest gay stalker is a deviant in addition to probably a serial killer), backed up by yet another blue truck. A red honda is parked at the house I normally cross the road to, before the elementary school. At the corner I turn of of iowa on the way to the library, another red honda. I had said that swiss/hungarian woman was my shake with your religion because if “she’s for nazis” then QED your religion is for nazis and “not for me”. These sorts of vehicular encounters represent syndicated stalking, until someone proves otherwise. And the sort of back alley that leads to this library has an arborist nightmare tree on it, that has historically been asplundh or one of the serious pruning outfits tending to it, that today (after the red hondas and the like) some company with a giant “p” on the side of their vehicle (I think it’s supposed to be “p” for phil because ms13) that I’d never seen before. 

(I don’t do hints, impressions, and/or suggestions)

As I have tried a number of things to get around this stuff, I suspect that based on the number of years it has gone on, that “this is how things are around here” and this is what passes for “keeping the peace”. I also think, that being the case, that being harassed and made out the way I’ve been (in the absence of evidence) for someone’s amusement or otherwise, is alternative to “we have some options here” i.e. getting shot on the sidewalk or shanked in or out of prison.

I think all those people out on the mountain road were trying to tell me that I was being watched. And that’s true. When I slept out in the woods, I got routinely spotlighted by BMX riders with headlamps at 2-3AM. People have met me on Guthrie. People have met me on Scenic, on Granite, all the way out on Nevada street, even up on Guthrie to tell me (as a couple I might add) “that’s too much comfort” on the very day I got trespassed from the college library. The couple left their home and walked *all the way down* to the Holly street intersection, to say that to no one in particular. When I had visited my mom, one of two or three of her neighbors was *always without exception* waiting on the sidewalk outside her apartment on the way to her door. Every single time. Sometimes the maintenance guy would be waiting outside the manager’s office. To say nothing of the “Bob Marley” wall hanging clad “lookout” apartment down on the avenue. I’ve had people meet me on Rose street, two towns over. Out at the lake here in Ashland, I’ve had Eric’s “gopher” bighouse we used to call him, seek me out in a sheltered cove or two when nobody else is in sight. On Tolman. On Mistletoe Road. The bike path at all points of access from where it starts here, all the way through Medford. 

I’ve been flown over by paragliders flagging nazi colors. After being buzzed by airplanes (because someone has it in their head that flight PTSD equals being scared of airplanes), I’ve been flown over by helicopters. And since Ashland is a system of impressions that people are supposed to get, nobody tells me what any of this stuff is supposed to mean. A “suicide is painless” still in service Vietnam chopper was among the more interesting of the helicopters, btw. 

I’ve been met by a clown car of armed Mexicans with a “TRIGUN” vanity plate. A lot of -650 (feo) plates. Mexicans say I’m ugly with their signaling apparatus. White people follow me around with mini-coopers and some pride flagged cars and trucks (and I’m not gay).

Something says they’re trying to correct a misperception that I have, which is actually a misperception on their part. I haven’t had medical or dental care outside of emergencies since I was a teenager. That’s nothing to do with gang “pecking orders” that I’ve never belonged to, or social classes that seem far more concerned with me personally than I am with any of them, or even privilege levels. And I *would* call that persecution if asked, and if I had to prove it.

Edit: I’d love to hear about nazis from the horse’s mouth, because there’s a security guy at the library named “lee” full of lake wobegon tales about having everything, in the place of the “first” library security guy who was as close a resemblance to duane as they could manage, and a reference librarian lee-expy named cody who floats around upstairs. You know, where Ken Burns works; no, not the documentary guy. I could see where people would be confused having never visited, though.

[nityarawal]

11/14/22

Bribe Mill-

Obama Care 

Morning Songs

Stop Blaming Me

IEHP

Inland Empire Health Plan

Obama Care

I Filed Over 1000

Grievances

David, Samantha & Joanna

No - I Won't Stop

Got A Class Action 

Against Blue Shield

Insurance

But County Options

#ObamaCare Was Worst

They Wouldn't Sign Me

Up The First Year

The 2nd They Cackled

And Wouldn't Change

My Address From Detention

When I Called 911

For  Free Obama Phone

To Stay Connected

Verizon And

BBVA Bank Dropped Me

Gay Manager Charles

Had Me Raped And Beat 

Slumlorded

From 911

Sargeant Protero

United Way

Lexus Lemon

California Rental Car Fraud

With DMV.org

Triple A

Gay Militia

Daniel Crabtree

Officer Enoch

Defense

Didn't Seem To Matter

If I Paid Cash Or Not

Spent $5,000 Dollars

On The First Year Of

Therapy For Courts

Spent Thousands On

Private Forensic Dr's

Forensic Psychologists

Forensic Accountants

Doing Tax Returns

The FBI Swallowed

My Money For Lexus

Lemon Lawsuit

I Got Sold Out On Bribes

To Amex

Wells Fargo 

Fidelity 

And #BBVA (Bought Out By #PNC Bank ) 

#Verizon Pimped Line Of 20 Years

Encinitasbeachhome.com To Cricket

760-470-7562

#TMobile Blocked

Me From Medical

With Congressman Ken Calvert

DA Michael Hestrin

And Oathkeeper Sheriff Pathologist

Chad Bianco

Judge Clark

Atty Clark's

Idyllwild Newspaper Clarks'

Broker Shane Stewart

Fidelity

Plus Insurance Fraud

2.5 Months Of Covid19

Broken Ribs

Another Year Of Abuse

Hostage on #TMobile Bribes

For Courts

Slumlorders

Is That The Health Insurance 

You Want Guys

Years Of Court

"I Care Alot"

Psychological Attacks

Neighbors Murdered

Landlords

Property Managers

United Way Doesn't 

Want To Pay Rent

County Took Bribes

Brokers And Attys

To Shoot Us Down

With Lies

Plea Bargains

We Don't Want To Be Part

Of Your Bribe Mill

Saw 100's Of Court Dr's

They Were The Worst

Loved Dr. Adam Cash

My Latest Forensic Psychologist

But He's Scared Of Court

And Therapist

Tima Ivanova

Who Can Blame Him

For Not Returning

Her Calls

She Obviously Had

A Hiding Agenda

For Emily Pearson's

Demise

Hope And Healing Sent

Two Therapists

In 2021 After IEHP Blocked Me

From Own Providers

For Two Years

The First Con Was

Tanisha Thompson

She Quit Within Days

I Called Ken Calvert

Our Congressman

Needing A Ride To Court

I Begged Scott Peters

Sandiego Congressman 

To Help

Stop The Legal Abuse

With Aid

He Promised 211

Would Assist

None of Them Did

Not Even Therapist

Julie Anne Steiger

From Calm And Ground

Counseling 

Or Carmel Benson

My Boss At Idyology

Who Promised Me A Ride

To Court

Nor Ken Carlsson

My Real Estate Atty

Of Three Years

Who Ate Their All The Time

She Wouldn't Let Me Talk To Him

She Wouldn't Let Me

Give Him Check

She Wouldn't 

Help Pay On His Website

With My Small 

Small Pittance Of

A Paycheck 

She Threw Away My Keys

And My Social Security Card

My Hydbrid Battery Was Dead

After 10 Months

Of Raped

Caged

I Need Unemployment Comps

So Does Steven Lee

We Didn't Like The Way She

Suggested

Sexual Assault 

With Police

And The Way They Abducted Me From Work

Her Loyalty Was To Her

Little Boytoy

Cop

Daniel Godsnick

Instead Of Me

Her Loyalty Was To Oath Keeper Jeremy Parsons

Instead Of Me

Her Loyalty

As A Psychologist

A Jaded Woman From New York

Whose Been Thru The Courts

Was To The Bribe

She Sold Me Out

I Almost Died

And She Threatened

Our Celebrity Chef

Steven Lee

The Master Class

On TV

The Same

If He Came And Got His

Pots And Pans

And Knives

And If He Wouldn't Sleep With Her

She Called Me All The Time

Looking for Him

He Was Camping

And Didn't Want To See Her Face

Even In The Pretty Little

Airbnb Guesthouse

She Had No Respect

For His Marriage

Said It Was Open

Anyway

I Called Him Pappa Bear

Was A Chef Maestro

You Had No Respect

For His Talents 

Boiled Him Down

To A Gigolo

Then Andrea At Hope And Healing

Quit A Day Before Court

And Birthday In September

When TMobile Cut Lines

For 3 Days

September 16th

Mexican Independence Day

Couldn't Get Calls

Get Payment To Airbnb

And My Host

Therapist Amy Bell Reccomended

Designer SSIs

In 2016

Everyone In California

Is On Antidepressants

It's in The Water

Zoology

Lexipro

Does It Work

Why Do They Alternate

With Drugs

Why Was My Atty

Ashby Clark Sorrenson

Appearing To Be

Tweaking

On Speed

Lying About Being An

Real Estate Attorney

Lying About Getting My

Kids

Under Delusions

He Was Just A Public

Defender Scammer From The

Same Office Of Vista 

PDS Mathew Robert's

Christopher Stapleton

Sherry Stone

Kristin Scogin In Sandiego

Whitney Ryan

In Riverside

Southwest Murietta

All Taking Bribes

For Our Homes

Kids 

And Businesses

They Beat Me With

A Marine Officer

Investigator

Mark Milton

In 2017

When My Divorce

Was Finalized

With Verizon Phone

In Hand

From Lexus

In Pitch Dark

At 5AM

Courts Stole My Home

Stole My Retirement

Funds

Stole My Kids

With Restraining Orders

Attacking My Right

To Bear Arms

And Defend Us From Rapists

Ask for Legal Aid

On Social Media

And With Phones

Estranged By

Mathew Brower

A Marine Judge Vet

From Afganistan

Bribed

Alienated By

X Husband

Attempted Murder 

On Bribes

Endless Bribes

Yeah 

There's Been A

Dr. Gardner Agenda

To Groom My Kids

#FreeBritney And I

Some Of The Shrinks

And Property Managers

Landlords Didn't Make It

Dr. Anthony 

Died At RPDC

Mission Valley Hospital

Kills 70 Moms A

Year

Officer Hanby

Mariano

Lopez

And Lardaby

Begged Judge Clark

To Stop The Honor Killings

For Divorce Court

Leslie Wiedner Died 

My Landlady

Within Months of Reccomending Congressman

Scott Peters

Ken Calvert

And Their Atty Nick Depinto

Her Daughter Actress Tina Molina

Capitalised 

On Slumlording

On Tollgate

By Idyllwild Arts

Hoarding Art

Jackets

Oils

Medicine

And Ipad

Fur Coats

Embroidered

Johnny Was

EveryThing Any Rockstar

Needed

With Thousand Dollar Boots

You Ask If I Want

To Appeal This

Yes- I Do

I Need All My 

Assets Back

From Dr's Since

2016- Lying And

Taking Bribes From

Court

We Went To Joey

Delia's Marriage

Counselor- She Didn't Work For

Them Or Us

Joey Tried To 

Sleep With His 15 Year Old

Daughter And Friends-

On An Overnight

Party

Mamma Robby-Jean

Said No

Won Custody

Her Teens Didn't Want

To Ever Stay 

At Pervy Daddy's Again

Momma Won In Court

Momma Got All

Sunshine, Moon, Star

And Tatiana

With A New Latino Dad

Sometimes Moms Win

Against Abusers

But It's Rare

And No One Should've

Called Us Crazy

For Being A Realtor

Journalist

Mom

Or Teacher

Who Cares 

Robyjean Was Shocked

To See My Ex Dr. Rawal

Standing Behind Joey

Losing At Court

Looking Like A Pedophile

Before His Family

No One Should Call Us

Crazy Because We Write

Homeschool

No One Should Call

Us Crazy Because 

They Have ADHD

And Think We Ramble

No One Should Call

Us Crazy

Because We're Natural Moms

Or Have High Pitched Voices

Like Michael Jackson

And Britney Spears 

Have Faith

Don't Do Drugs

And Don't Appreciate

Being Raped

By Your Staff

No One Should Call

Us Crazy Because

We Didn't Like Your

Zoo- No One Should

Call Us Crazy Because

Your Insincerity Is

Killing Mammas

No One Should Call

Us Crazy When You

Stole Homes

Tried To Kill Us

In Hospital Cages

On "Mental Health" Care

Rapes

Warrants

When Really Dr's

Amped Meds 

So High We Could Barely

Walk

Talk

Or Function

Restless Leg Syndrom

Ensued On The Next

Bout

My Brother Haydn Called

Me On A Recorded Line

To Let Me Know

The Children Were Raped

By 12 Officers

On Wellness Checks

For An Atty Dime

This Has Been Going

On For 6 Years

Leave My Kids

And I Alone

Your Attys Restraining 

Orders And Whole 

Defense Team Failed

Took Bribes And Murdered

Alot - Retrace My Tax 

Dollars - I Don't Want

Those Officers To Work

For Us Anymore

Send Them Out Of

My State

Back To UK

Maritime Law

Prevails Elsewhere

Back To The Law

Of The Land

And Real Estate

Matters

My Kids And I Need

Attorneys And Our

Assets Restored

No More Shenanigans

No More Bored Therapists

Wasting Our Time

No More 

Gaslighting

With Defense Calls

Recorded Lines

Hundreds of Letters

Child Psychologists

Shrinking & Drugging

Our Kids

We Know You Got Your

Sick Dr. Gardner Method

From Osho

And The Smachtenbergers

Pedophilia

We Don't Want Any

Thing More To Do With

Your Courts 

Ashby Clark Sorrenson 

Restraining Order Is

Expired

Lori Clark Viviano

Restraining Order Is

Expired

Grant Funk- Pedophile 

Paralegal Trafficking X On Heroin

To Steal His Daughter-

With An Officer

Has An Expired

Restraining Order

Atty Christopher Sunnen

Who Had Me Beat 

For Court

Has An Expired

Restraining Order

My X-Husband's

Shouldn't Hold Up

For All These Attys

Promised Us

Family Law

[niuxita21]

Astrid et Raphaëlle writers: Astrid and Raph getting together would be complicated because Astrid is on the spectrum.

Also Astrid et Raphaëlle writers: *give Astrid a male love interest in episode 2*

#apparently it wasn't complicated at all would you look at that! #season 2 so far feels a lot like they got wind of all the shipping going on online and went into full-on gay panic mode #and decided to make it CRYSTAL CLEAR that they are Super Duper Straight #even including a scene featuring their portmanteau'd ship name where they're like 'people think we're together haha isn't that weird' #which was somehow much worse than if they hadn't said anything #(I don't buy FOR A SECOND that people actually thought astrid and raph were a couple wasn't there a year raph dated 3 guys at once? #and now she makes out with her DA love interest RIGHT in the middle of the office? yeah no one would assume she and astrid are together PLS) #I don't understand why people in charge of shows can never just live and let live #you disagree w/ the people who ship your two leads? awesome! and you know what the best part is? you don't have to do a DAMN THING about it #you can just carry on NOT putting them together and we'll all just carry on doing our thing #there is absolutely zero need for all this posturing #I don't understand it truly it's so much easier to do NOTHING about it except continue doing things the way you always did #such a shame because for a moment I thought this show might actually be different #(in the sense that I didn't think they'd feel the need to 'no homo' this hard not that I actually thought they would go there) #but now I don't think I'll finish the season bc a show whose response to finding out people ship their two female leads #is to shoehorn in a whole ass scene specifically to have the characters themselves refer to those people as 'strange' #is a show that doesn't respect me as a fan so they are not worth my time #once again even a silly little mexican comedy like msh2 is more groundbreaking and has more balls news at 10 #(yes from now on I will compare EVERY show with a subtextual f/f ship to msh2 because THAT is how it's done) #thoughts no one cares about

[glennk56]

10 chub actors from the 1940s that didn’t make my first 2 lists. This is a combination of lead actors and character actors.

1. Oliver Hardy. Laurel and Hardy were on the decline in the 40s, although they still did 9 feature length films.

2.Walter Slezak. This was Walter’s best decade for movies. He was in 15 and featured in all of them. His best films were the early ones when he was used in dramas.and he played German Military, like Lifeboat and This Land is Mine.. In the late 40s in was the protagonist in comedies. I suspect he wanted to shed the Nazi image and picked comedies on purpose.

3.Alan Carney was featured in 14 movies, 7 times he was paired with Wally Brown in movies directed toward the military during WWII. He and Wally played rookie recruits who do everything wrong. I first saw him in It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World and he was one of the many actors in that movie who I didn’t know but now I do.

4. Francis L. Sullivan was a rotund British actor often compared to Sydney Greenstreet. He was featured in 16 films, often playing Military Officers in the early part of the decade. He was the ideal Dickensian character, playing in both Oliver Twist and Great Expectations in the 1940s.

5.Laird Cregar was an excellent actor and had some memorable roles in the 14 films he was in before his death in 1944 after a radical crash diet and surgery. He wanted to increase the roles he was offered which compelled him to lose 100 lbs. Laird was also a gay man and, again, an excellent actor.

6.Chris-Pin Martin, part Mexican-part Native American and a lazy eye. He often played Mexican sidekicks or Mexican servants in Western settings. Late in the 40s he became a regular in the Cisco Kid series as Pancho.

7.Howard Freeman was in 49 films in the 40s but his name only appeared on 7 posters. One of those guys that got important roles but nobody knew his name.

8. Cy Kendall was another. 54 films and only 3 posters. His likeness appeared on more posters than his name. He wasn’t really that good of an actor but his large presence and stone face could be intimidating.

9.Charles Kemper started his film career in 1947 but did his name on 9 posters of the 16 films he was in. He gave many memorable performances. Including The Southerner and Scarlet Street. His career was cut short in 1950 when he was killed in a road accident.

10.W.C. Fields didn’t make many movies in the 1940s. But they were 3 classics.My Little Chickadee, The Bank Dick and Never Give a Sucker an Even Break.

#Oliver Hardy #Walter Slezak #Alan Carney #Francis L. Sullivan #Laird Cregar #Chis- #Chris-Pin Martin #Howard Freeman #Cy Kendall #Charles Kemper #W.c. Fields

[firstfullmoon]

Do you have favorite quotes related about the importance of small details?

“The precious intimacy of little things.”

— Daphné du Maurier, I Will Never Be Young Again

“On my windowsill when I got home, there was a tumbler with pink jelly in it, and embedded in the jelly, sliced strawberries and bananas… [my neighbour] cooks at odd hours. She must have made the strawberry jelly this morning. When I buy baklava, which is not often because I eat too many, I leave a few for her on her windowsill, with a headscarf over them so the wasps don’t come. For these little gifts we don’t thank each other with words. They are commas of care.”

— John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters

“I suppose I could spend time theorizing how it is that people are not bad to each other, but that’s really not the point. The point is that in almost every instance of our lives, our social lives, we are, if we pay attention, in the midst of an almost constant, if subtle, caretaking. Holding open doors. Offering elbows at crosswalks. Letting someone else go first. Helping with the heavy bags. Reaching what’s too high, or what’s been dropped. Pulling someone back to their feet. Stopping at the car wreck, at the struck dog. The alternating merge, also known as the zipper. This caretaking is our default mode and it’s always a lie that convinces us to act or believe otherwise. Always.”

“One of the woman was gently arranging an older woman’s collar beneath her sweater, freeing it from the cardigan’s neck, using both of her hands to jostle it free but also seeming to spend a little more time than necessary, creasing the fold of the collar, the other hand kind of resting on her shoulder, the two of them chatting the whole time, sitting there holding each other, nodding, my head twisting toward them like a sunflower as I finished the stairs and walked by, so in love was I with this common flourish of love, this everyday human light.”

“but her need to share the photo with me [...] smiling and looking at it, smiling and looking at me looking at it, me smiling and looking at her looking at it, which is simply called sharing what we love, what we find beautiful, which is an ethics.”

— Ross Gay, The Book of Delights

“He’s got a fever. He’s all alone. So I’m gonna buy him something to eat.” “The congee downstairs is quite good.” “He doesn’t want congee.” “What does he want?” “Can’t taste anything so he wants sesame syrup.” [...] “What are you cooking?” “I had a sudden craving for sesame syrup.”

“Why did you call me at the office today?” “I had nothing to do. I wanted to hear your voice.”

— In the Mood for Love, dir. Wong Kar-Wai

— Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses”

“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”

— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise

“I’ve never told you this,” she said. “But there’s something about taking the cart back instead of leaving it in the parking lot. I don’t know when this came to me; it was a few years ago. There’s a difference between leaving it where you empty it and taking it back to the front of the store. It’s significant.” “Because somebody has to take them in.” “Yes. And if you know that, and you do it for that one guy, you do something else. You join the world…You move out of your isolation and become universal.”

— Andre Dubus, “Out of the Snow”

“It’s true that, in Vietnamese, we rarely say I love you, and when we do, it is almost always in English. Care and love, for us, are pronounced clearest through service: plucking white hairs, pressing yourself on your son to absorb a plane’s turbulence and, therefore, his fear. Or now—as Lan called to me, “Little Dog, get over here and help me help your mother.” And we knelt on each side of you, rolling out the hardened cords in your upper arms, then down to your wrists, your fingers. For a moment almost too brief to matter, this made sense—that three people on the floor, connected to each other by touch, made something like the word family.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

— Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road”

“I’m doing a balancing act with a stack of fresh fruit in my basket. I love you. I want us both to eat well.”

— Christopher Citro, from “Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled WIth Shrieks”

“One of the primary ways we connect with each other is by eating together. Some of the connection happens simply by being in the same place at the same time and sharing the same food, but we also connect through specific actions, such as serving food to one another or making toasts: ‘May I offer you some potatoes?’ ‘Here’s to your health and happiness.’ Much of our fundamental well-being comes from the basic reassurance that there is a place for us at the table. We belong here. Here we are served and we serve others. Here we give and receive sustenance.”

— Edward Espe Brown, Tomato Blessings and Radish Teaching

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”

“Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.”

“it is a serious thing

just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.”

— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays / from “Invitation”

— Wendy Cope, “The Orange”

“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”

— Naomi Shihab Nye, “Gate A4″

“Then there are the things, if you are particularly lucky, that this person has done for you while you’re away: how in the pantry, in the freezer, in the refrigerator will be all the food you like to eat, the scotch you like to drink. There will be the sweater you thought you lost the previous year at the theater, clean and folded and back on its shelf. There will be the shirt with its dangling buttons, but the buttons will be sewn back in place. There will be your mail stacked on one side of his desk; there will be a contract for an advertising campaign you’re going to do in Germany for an Austrian beer, with his notes in the margin to discuss with your lawyer. And there will be no mention of it, and you will know that it was done with genuine pleasure, and you will know that part of the reason—a small part, but a part—you love being in this apartment and in this relationship is because this other person is always making a home for you, and that when you tell him this, he won’t be offended but pleased, and you’ll be glad, because you meant it with gratitude.”

— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

#this is a mim supremacy account #w #compilation #the precious intimacy of little things #john berger #hanya yanagihara #naomi shihab nye #wendy cope #mary oliver #ada limón #ocean vuong #danusha laméris #ross gay

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I decided to watch the Walker pilot so you don’t have to. #2

Because I don’t love myself enough, I guess. Let’s continue.

Recap in case you missed the first part: it’s boring, Jared acts like he stumbled on the set and never heard about it before, Texan law enforcement must wear very pristine shirts and cowboy hats or they will die, I guess, the cinematography wants to be good but I’m not sure it knows how to do it.

The last thing I mentioned in the first post was Jared doing a thing with his mouth but I think you need to see it. It’s basically the extent of Jared’s acting in this show. I had nothing against you, man, I swear. I even got your autograph once. I’m not a hater. I’m just looking at him...

THE TITLE CARD! I had paused the episode riiight before the title card. You have to witness it in all its embarrassing glory

Whose idea was it??

Some shots of the city of Austin. Walker and Martinez (Mexican Lady Cop) are having lunch. She says she’s heard about him, he asks what she’s learnt, she says, I textuallty quote, “I hear you are the edge of the coin”. Again, we are not allowed to have any kind of slight metaphor without the dialogue slapping us in the face with it.

“Not head or tail, just... your way” Jared didn’t even come up with the metaphor in that interview, it was in the script. Unless he came up with that line, which isn’t even a good line.

She basically tells him not to get in the way of her career. Being a Mexican-American cop is hard! Such deep commentary.

They start discussing the case, which I had already forgotten about. The cop who was slightly assaulted and won’t talk about it. “Maybe whatever was in that truck spooked him enough to abandon his oath” maybe it was a monster. god I wish it was a monster so that’d mean I’m watching Supernatural and Jensen is in it. The “oath” thing is kinda icky, like they want to remind us that being a cop is a noble path. It is in some places under some conditions. But we’re talking about Generic American conditions.

He’s like “let’s use the traffic cams to see if we can see something” and he slips right into his Sam tone. Admittedly that’s a Sam kind of thing to say.

It was day, and now it’s night. Walker house. He arrives when his family have already started dinner. Except the daughter isn’t there, she’s out with a friend. “Isabel, some Mexican girl” Walker’s father calls the friend. “Mexican American, dad” the gay brother corrects him, a deep and interesting commentary on ethnicity in the United States, we’re weeping with emotion.

Walker apparently isn’t happy that his mother has enrolled his daughter in a Catholic school, his father snaps back at him. We don’t care. We’re not emotionally invested in any of this.

There’s some awkward dialogue because he mentions the daughter playing basketball, but she’s switched to soccer. Wow, it’s like she’s become an entirely different person in those eleven months he was undercover! Can you believe? Apparently she used to play soccer before, she’s come back to it. Whoa. She’s an utterly unrecognizable person now, it’s going to be so hard for Walker to get to know her again from scratch. Can you believe?

Then he gets a call. He needs to pick up the daughter from the police station. He does some Jared awkward faces and leaves.

The daughter (Stella) was at a party and was arrested for possession. I miss when possession meant demonic possession. Dramatic music plays. She’s there with the Mexican American friend, whose parents arrive and he starts a speech on how they should get to know each other better. It is so not the right context to start making friends. “Epic first meeting” Isabel says. “I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing” Stella says. “For who?” Walker quips, like a normal person does.

He’s like, let’s go, and the girls hug, which is the only believable expression of affection I’ve seen so far in the episode. Can’t the story be about Stella and Isabel?

Father-daughter conversation in the truck. Apparently we have emotional moments in cars, which we have never seen on television before.

He asks what she was thinking, she’s like, duh what do people use drugs for. She calls him out for disappearing completely. She mentions how it was bad enough that they didn’t have mom. He says “we both got to stop acting like she’s gonna come back and put us right” which makes absolutely zero sense. It’s like someone wrote it on a note for how to develop the characters and they just decided to slap it into the script of the pilot. Remember these people haven’t seen each other for eleven months, he left shortly after his wife died. They didn’t have the time to process the grief together, why is he even saying that line here?

Meanwhile Martinez get home and we meet her boyfriend, a very cute Black man. They’re cute. Why can’t the story be about them?

He asks her about Walker, she says he’s a mess. Oh god. She says he was a Marine, “signed after 9/11”. Holy shit. He’s a Marine who signed up after asdfghjkl can’t you feel the Manly Trauma here????

He’s a Marine who signed up to fight Muslims after 9/11 and now has a dead wife, he’s exactly the kind of male lead character we need right now.

She says she’s trying to figure him out. Her boyfriend is like “dude stop thinking about that guy, he’s not at home trying to figure you out” and she replies “oh I’m pretty sure he thinks he knows everything about me already”.

This is the first scene that hasn’t felt bad so far.

Meanwhile Jared and his brother go to a bar. It’s very ~Texas Aesthetic~, and they’re wearing cowboy hats, of course. You are not allowed to go to a bar without a cowboy hat in Texas. “The brothers Walker” the flannel-shirt-clad bartender says, coming with drinks. Jensen Ackles makes a face somewhere in the mountains.

The brother goes to call his partner and the bartender starts chatting with Walker. She has a conversation with Jared’s awkward faces and she’s like, I guess you left because I couldn’t answer your questions about what happened yo your wife. This is how people converse in real life.

She asks him if he’s alright and he doesn’t answer, instead is like “let’s have a dance”. He doesn’t say he’s fine, but I think it still counts as a I’m Fine Lie Moment #2 because that’s what it is in spirit.

I know you’re bored, I’m bored.

They dance in the Texan bar, I’m distracted by the pool tables and wish this was Supernatural so we’d see Jensen Ackles play pool.

Obviously the dance is interrupted by work - a text from Ramirez who says she’s got something, “office 8am?” so he leaves because he has to wake up early. I’m not kidding.

I was kind of warmed over by Ramirez and her cute boyfriend and by the bar who was kind of nice as a location, when the next scene at the office immediately starts with Ramirez saying “My mom wouldn’t let me play with dolls when I was a kid, so Iearned about cars instead”. I die a little inside. It’s the second time she’s referred to her mother wanting a son...? So she’s badass because she wasn’t raised to be feminine...? Ew.

So they have this lead thanks to her knowledge of cars. They go investigate. I’m bored.

I shouldn’t have said I was bored, because Walker destroys my boredom by having Jared pick up a cross and start talking to “JC” sarcastically asking him for guidance about his kids going to the Catholic school. “Can you stop” Ramirez says, along with all of us.

By the way they’re in a workshop run by an ex-convict who employs former criminals to make figurines (like that cross). I got a bad feeling about this. Former criminal in cop shows is always code for current criminal.

The investigation leads to two guys who work in the store - “oh I know you,” one immediately says when he spots Walker, “you’re the ranger with the dead wife”. Walker is like, what did you say. And the guy is like oh I heard the story of a ranger’s wife biting a bullet near the border, guess you couldn’t protect her uh~~~

They exchange more provocations - Walker calls him some lowlife something and the guy goes to punch him and Walker beats him up. Violently. I’m uncomfortable. We’re supposed to think he’s exaggerating here but... he does get very violent and should not be a cop. Period.

They go to Ramirez’ house because he cut his hand. Her boyfriend is like “baby there’s a dude bleeding on your couch” I want a season of him, exclusively him.

She scolds Walker. Not because he beat up a guy with more force than needed, but because he acted stupid and that’s bad for her career. I’m uncomfortable.

Also, what’s bad is that they’re supposed to work *together*. He says he has his own way of doing things. Yikes yikes yikes.

She says that her theory is that they put them together because he always break the rules. Apparently she read up his cases and he always break the rules. The main character of the show is a cop who break the rules in half the cases he works. Yikes yikes yikes but also did I mention yikes?

No, wait, he acknowledges that he “bends” the rules, like that’s better! Yikes!

More bad dialogue, then Stella’s school calls him. She hasn’t been at school.

He goes to ask Isabel’s mother, who reveals they haven’t their papers yet, so any criminal activity would mean deportation. He talks about it with Ramirez and mentions that his brother who’s a DA could get in contact with the Feds to speed up the papers. Are we supposed to be like “oh what a good guy”? The thing is just creepy to me.

Well, at least Ramirez says something about it, or actually quotes her mother who used to say that the law doesn’t protect us. That’s why she ~burned bridges~ with her family! Apparently because she became a cop.

Ow. Her mother is not speaking to her because for her, her daughter being a cop is like a betrayal. But for her it’s a way to set things right! We’re supposed to think her mother is exaggerated. #notallcops #individualgoodcopscanchangethesystemfromtheinsideforsuredefinitely

Meanwhile their investigation continues. Remember the cross Walker randomly picked up to mock the concept of Jesus? Ramirez stole it. And now they find out there’s heroin in it. Alright... obviously the business that was supposed to rehabilitate former criminals is a cover for cartel drug dealing. What were we expecting. I’m tired.

Ramirez decides to work the case alone and sends Walker to look for his daughter. “I was that kid once, I always wanted to be found”. The impression you get from the scene is that Walker had forgotten about his daughter missing lol. Ramirez insists he goes. I’m uncomfortable with how many times people put on cowboy hats. Someone should count. We’re only 30 minutes in and it feels like it’s happened 80 times.

Alright, a break now! My laptop’s ventilation is running like crazy, VLC and long tumblr drafts are a bad combination. Or maybe it’s just my laptop being allergic to this show.

#cw's jared: legit texan #marghe watches walker for some darned reason

[howtosingit]

Fic: i'll be there for you, ‘cause you’re there for me too

Following her accident, Carlos worries about Michelle. Luckily, he has TK at his side.

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A missing moment from 1x05.

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“You okay over there?”

Carlos is pulled from his spiraling thoughts by the sudden, direct question. He shakes himself out of his haze, blinking quickly as he takes in the image on the TV before him - a frozen Lucy drunkenly spooning “Vitameatavegamin” into her mouth. He was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t even notice when TK paused his favorite show. 

He turns to look at the other man, noticing how the off-duty firefighter is laid out at the far end of his couch. TK’s wearing his signature hoodie-and-sweatpants combo, one of Carlos’s blankets thrown over his long legs, and a bowl of popcorn resting in his lap. His torso is twisted towards the TV, his left arm propped up on the arm of the couch, but he’s still tall enough that he takes up the entire space between them. Now that he’s paying attention, Carlos can feel the way TK’s toes press against his hip, gently nudging him out of his daze.

“Carlos?” TK asks, and Carlos takes in the concerned expression on his face, the questioning arch of his brow.

“Sorry,” he says, trying to remember what he might’ve missed while he was off in his own little world. “What did you say?”

TK watches him for a moment, refusing to break eye contact, before he moves the popcorn bowl to the coffee table, pulling himself up into a sitting position. He leans forward slightly into Carlos’s space. “What’s up?” he asks, his voice soft but obviously concerned. Carlos bites down on his bottom lip, wondering if this is really a conversation that he wants to have right now. 

He and TK are in a good place; they’ve known each other for a few months, and though it’s taken some time, they’ve managed to navigate towards some sort of a friendship together, getting past their complicated beginning. Now, they find time to hang out most weeks, often exploring Austin; Carlos has shown TK some of his favorite places in the city, helping the other man find his place in Texas. However, both of their jobs can be taxing, so when the hard days hit, they just spend time at his apartment, ordering food and introducing each other to their favorite TV shows. 

Through all of that, though, they’re careful not to get too deep. They stick to safe conversations instead, wary of where winding roads might take them.

For Carlos, it’s a matter of not wanting to seem pushy. They agreed to be friends, and while he thinks that means they can talk about things that bother them, he still waits for TK to come to him. And, sometimes, TK does, the firefighter often telling him all about taking his dad to chemo treatments and the older guy that bothers them there. While Carlos can clearly see the anxiety and fear that sits right behind TK’s eyes after those visits, the other man tells him that things are fine, so Carlos doesn’t push.

Instead, he tries to distract TK from all of the uncertainty. He takes him dancing, they try what seems like every authentic Mexican place in the city, they walk through artsy neighborhoods. Austin is known for its music scene, so they frequent cafes and bars with open mic nights. It’s a nice, distracting friendship, and Carlos loves the time that he gets to spend with TK. They have a lot in common besides their jobs, and it’s nice to have a friend who understands what it’s like to be gay and living in Texas. 

He just doesn’t want to rock the boat and make a mess of it.

Which is why he’s not sure that he should tell TK what he’s currently mulling over. Unlike TK, Carlos knows that he won’t be able to just say that everything’s fine and move on; he can’t hide his fear and anxiety behind his eyes like that. He’s always been that way: too much of an open book, all of his feelings right there on his face, for everyone to see.

He knows that TK is being nice by asking, but he’s not sure if the other man can handle the answer. 

“Carlos, seriously, you can talk to me,” TK says when Carlos remains silent. He reaches out, gripping Carlos’s forearm and giving it a little shake. “You’ve been distracted ever since I got here, and I know you’re not really watching this,” he admits, gesturing towards the TV. “If you want to talk about what’s going on in that head of yours, I’m happy to listen.”

Carlos looks at him, his face so open and desperate to help, and decides that maybe they can handle something deeper. They’ll never know until they try.

“I, um, I visited Michelle in the hospital after my shift,” he starts, staring down at his fingers. 

“She’s okay, right?” TK confirms, scooting closer. “My dad got a call that she was going to be fine, they were just keeping her overnight for observation.”

“Yeah, she’ll recover from the accident without any problems,” Carlos assures him, biting his lip again. “It’s just, we got to talking about this other thing and…” He trails off, his voice catching in the back of his throat. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down.”

TK makes a noise of disbelief next to him, and Carlos looks up to find a dubious expression on his face. He raises his brow, wondering what could’ve caused that reaction. 

“Look, I’ve only known you for a few months, but I have an incredibly hard time believing that you could ever let anyone down, Carlos,” TK explains without him having to ask. “I mean, the way you’ve been there for me this entire time, no matter what? There’s no way the same isn’t true for Michelle and literally everyone else on this planet.”

Carlos feels a sudden heat on the back of his neck, TK’s words shooting straight through his chest and into his heart. 

The thing is, TK’s not wrong. He tries so, so hard to be there for everyone, no matter what. Ever since his father died when he was in middle school, he’s felt like he needed to step into his shoes, to be there for his mother and sisters. When it comes to his friendships, he’s the same way. His friends are also a part of his family, so why wouldn’t he be there for them too? The only thing he’ll ever really have to give is his love and support and understanding, so he doesn’t waste any opportunity to share those with the people in his life.

“Michelle’s been through a lot the past few years,” Carlos says, his voice quiet as he tries to navigate through this conversation. “I can’t tell you anything about it, it’s not my place to share it. You work with her and she’s your boss, so I don’t want to overstep and cause any problems.”

TK nods, giving Carlos’s arm another squeeze to show that he understands. 

“I just… after talking with her at the hospital, I realized that she’s kind of been on her own with everything for awhile now,” Carlos continues, a slight waver in his voice. “And I don’t think I’ve made that any easier for her. I don’t think I’ve supported her the way I should have, the way that maybe only I could have.”

“You mean as a friend, or as a police officer?” TK asks, and Carlos’s wide eyes lock onto him, surprised that TK followed him through that messy confession. The firefighter just shrugs, the movement bringing them even closer on the couch. “I’m not just a pretty face, Reyes. I can put things together,” he jokes, elbowing Carlos gently in the side. 

“I guess both,” Carlos admits, looking down in shame.

“Well, I’m sure if there was anything else you could’ve done as an officer, you would have,” TK says, leaning into him. “You’re damn good at your job, and I think if you’d seen a way forward, any way forward, you would’ve pursued it without a second thought. Sometimes timing matters, right?”

“I guess,” Carlos says, twisting his thumbs together. 

“As far as being there for her as a friend,” TK continues, his voice seeming to strengthen with conviction, “there is still no doubt in my mind that you were there for her every time she needed you. Maybe Michelle wasn’t just able to see it at the time, too wrapped up in whatever this thing is to notice. That, and I think your guilty conscience might be working too hard to place all the blame on yourself.

“You’re only one person, Carlos,” TK says, shifting to rest his head against his shoulder. “Try as you might, you can’t save the whole world. But, you do what you can with what you know and what you have, I know you do, and that’s a lot more than what most people are willing to give.” 

Silence falls as TK finishes speaking. The only sound Carlos hears is his heart hammering in his ears. He feels torn open and laid bare, truly seen for what feels like the first time in his entire life, and he’s not really sure how to deal with it.

Over the past few months, he’s gotten the sense that he and TK were a lot alike; that maybe they chose their respective jobs for similar reasons. Carlos can’t help but wonder if TK reading him so easily is a sign that the other man faces this world in much the same way that he does. It’s heavy, solidifying, this feeling of familiarity that defines their relationship.

Ultimately, he knows that what TK’s saying is true. If he let Michelle down in the past, dismissing her feelings without truly considering them, that’s just something that he’s going to have to live with for the rest of his life. He knows he’s tried to be there for her in other ways, tried to get her to move on, for her own sake. He’s always stopped himself from really going down that road with her, worried that the inevitable ending would destroy her beyond repair.

But he knows now that she needs to see this through, and as her friend, he has to be there for her while she does it. Maybe, with his help, with his support and love and understanding, he can keep her from tearing herself apart completely. 

They have a lead now, and he’s determined to follow it. It’s the least he can do to make up for not believing her after all this time.

He glances down to where TK’s short, messy brown hair rests against his shoulder, feeling the way the other man’s fingers drag slowly against his forearm. His heart pounds in his chest, threatening to burst open. He shifts, gently pressing a barely-there kiss against TK’s head.

“Thank you,” he finally whispers, trying to pack everything he’s feeling into those two simple words.

“You don’t have to thank me,” TK says, looking up at him, their faces only a few inches apart. “I know you’d do the same for me. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” Carlos says, giving him a smile.

So, when TK texts him a few days later, worrying over Paul’s heartbreak, Carlos is right there by his side with a welcome distraction.

Because that’s exactly what friends are for.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #I wrote a thing #tarlos missing moments collection

[questionthebox]

Confusion is nasty

So I see homelessness

And

A lack of prosperity

Now

When I look,

I remember

The early 20’s

Those strange people who came into my orbit

Anthony

Was roadkill

If I’m supposed to be a writer

That shit mowed me the fuck over

I recall

This tall awkward guy

Who I worked alongside

Who gave me goo goo eyes

We eventually established a rapport

Every time he’d see me

He’d break into

A Tony Montana accent,

And

Just look at me

With

Goo Goo eyes,

We took a few walks

Together

Sat

At this yogurt place,

When he asked me why everyone thinks he’s gay

He told me about his struggles to become

A

Long Beach Police Officer,

He was scared that I wanted to sue the job

We worked at,

But told me how

He recently had came back

From a spell in the Midwest

Where he inadvertently confessed

That he had been accused of Rape,

He chalked it up to racism

But what it really was

Was

That he was a Mexican,

And if you like me

Ever met with and talked with a Mexican

For a good amount of time

You’d see

That they’re in over their heads here,

Mexicans I realized

We’re either so fucking innocent

That

Everything they said or did

Was like an infant taking its first steps

Or

It was because their people have no understanding

Of

Social Cues,

Either way,

I tried to not know him beyond

A few walks

We took

The last of which

He felt so comfortable with me

He started to recite verse

And

Oscar Wild

Of all writers,

So yeah man

You were gay

Gay as hell

So gay

You could see it in how you walked

Jesus

You were a fucking Cock Gobbler

More so you had the look

Of

Giving random hand jobs to men

And

Making weird squeak noises while you did it.

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poem #spilled ink #poets community #new poets on tumblr #poetry stuff #poetryboy #spilled prose

[things2mustdo]

As you probably have heard in the news, earlier in August a Pennsylvania grand jury handed down a 1,356-page account of sexual abuse which involved around 1,000 kids and 300 priests during a period of approximately 70 years. It is another pedophilia scandal within the Catholic Church that adds up to their collection of countless other ones reported in recent years.

The commie pope—while on his two-day visit to Ireland—begged for forgiveness again, just the way he did in Chile back in January of this year.

You can notice how quick and scathing the mainstream media is to denounce these recurring events, after all we know who owns the MSM and the (real) Church has a long, well-known history of “anti-semitism” and resistance against the tentacles of globalism. I wish the media had the same commitment to inform the existence of other pedophile rings full of high-ranking people as well.

Is the problem of the church’s innumerous sexual abuse allegations really pedophilia? To me there is a deeper explanation for it, and that explanation is: homosexualism. 81% of the alleged victims are male and three-fourths of them are post-pubescent. As you guys are certainly aware of, the Church has a very big issue with homosexualism among its clergymen.

I have a theory for the high presence of gay men inside priesthood: until not long ago being gay was definitely not ok, homosexuals were not accepted as they are now, so they became priests.

The developed Western world of today encourages people to become gay, it applauds individuals for their gayness, but it wasn’t always like that. Now, try to imagine a closeted homosexual man living in the 50s, for example. What a better place to go than the Catholic seminary? People wouldn’t look you down, you wouldn’t have to get married, the place was filled with other young men (potential sexual partners) and that’s how the Church got corrupted by perverts.

Pedophilia x Homosexualism

One normie could argue “how homosexualism relates to pedophilia?” Any red-pilled person who has ever wondered what causes someone to become gay will notice that there is an undeniable link between pedophilia and homosexualism.

Let’s remember the occasion of Milo Yiannopolous’ resignation from Breitbart over comments which seemed to endorse sex between “younger men” and older men. Something that is—as he pointed out—extremely common among gay men. A 2009 report revealed that 74 percent of bisexuals had been sexually abused as children, I am pretty sure homosexuals follow the same numbers.

I won’t say homosexual behavior is exclusively caused by pedophilia because human (or animal) sexuality is a very complex topic which can certainly involve many variables. I just don’t buy that “born this way” hype, until this day not a single reliable proof of the existence of a gay gene or anything like it was discovered.

The Vatican once bought a £21 million apartment block above ‘Europe’s largest gay sauna’.

Pope Francis, a champion of the left-leaning agenda inside the Church, has been accused of covering up former Cardinal McCarrick’s abuse allegations (one of the many cases in Pennsylvania). The accusations were made by Carlo Vigano, a former Vatican ambassador to the US, and if it proves to be true–I am positive it is—that should result in pope Francis’ resignation. As a traditionalist Catholic myself I would be delighted with such an event.

Francis has already been complacent with other pedos before. One good example is the 2015 ‘Synod on the Family’ when the pope invited Godfried Danneels, a Belgium Cardinal convicted of covering up pedophiles in the 90s, to attend the meeting. Danneels is a hard-left priest that tries to push the Church ” liberal reformation” and admitted that he was part of a plot against (right-leaning) Pope Benedict and in favor of the election of leftie Francis.

To affirm that the Church’s gay/pedos are exclusively part of the left-wing priesthood would be too Manichean. I am sure there are tons of sick people who lean right also. But it can’t be denied that the liberals make up the vast majority of these issues involving sexual misconduct.

“Religious progressives”

For those who don’t know, the Catholic Church, just as any other political institution, is divided in factions that tend to be more liberal or orthodox. The liberation theology, for instance, is a movement created inside the Catholic Church (and some Protestant denominations) which aims to mix Christianity and Marxism.

Even if you are an agnostic don’t underestimate the influence they played in various regions such as Europe, Latin America and even New England. Brazilian Workers’ Party attributed their success to this movement and Unions.

Be wary of any religious leader that tries to push a liberalization of dogmas and traditions. Because all religions are intrinsically conservative according to their respective contexts, they establish doctrines that dictate sets of rules that must be followed properly in order to attain their objectives (whether is Salvation in Christianity or Nirvana in Buddhism). There are no (real) religions without their traditions.

Whenever you see liberal religious men doubt their characters. There is a good chance they don’t even bother with religion or spirituality, perhaps they are closeted atheist. What they do care about is the religious platform, which can offer various benefits such as large audiences, political influence, money and even sex.

Estimates of the number of gays in the priesthood are all over the lot, from 20 percent to 60 percent, although a Los Angeles Times poll in 2002 found only 15 percent of priests saying they were homosexual or “somewhere in between but more on the homosexual side.”

Every time pedo priests’ cases pop up in the MSM, secular people are very quick to point fingers and show their moral superiority, but they “forget” the existence of secular institutions that are way more sexually perverted than the “gayish” modern Church, such as Hollywood, the political and corporate world.

Real Church x Sissy Church

It is also important to notice that the Church was emasculated, an emasculation that took place during the process of secularization and establishment of liberal democracies across the Western world (e.g. French Revolution).

The Church had to be softened, becoming an institution that barely resembles the once powerful and great Church of the Crusades or the Inquisitions. This same phenom of emasculation can also happen in other secular institutions too, the Military, mainstream Music, Politics, Sports and even Boys Scouts. And it will only get worse as liberal-democratic globalism advances, so secular people: watch out!

St. Basil the Great, a 4th century bishop and Doctor of the Church, defended that gay/pedo priests should be publicly flogged. That was the (real) Church, not this sissy catholicism created after the Second Vatican Council (a modernist reform imposed in the Church from 1962 to 1965). A lot of things got bad in the 60s.

The (real) Church has a very important and vigorous story in the construction of the West. Always being a target to the globalists and that breed who rules the world, a clear obstacle to their goals.

Examples are many: Gabriel García Moreno, Catholic Equatorian president, who made a terrific job in a Confessional Equator and was killed by the Freemasons; Saint José Sanchez del Rio, who was killed by Mexican secular, freemason and leftist government with the support of the US, for refusing to abbandon his faith.

Inconvenient truths are ignored

The media only goes after what is convenient to their narrative, don’t expect them to expose Hollywood pedos nor the obvious link between pedo priests and homosexualism. The left has already pushed the normalization of pedophilia many times and I didn’t see the indignation of the MSM.

Late Vatican’s Chief Exorcist Gabriele Amorth once said, “The Devil resides in the Vatican and you can see the consequences”.

“The floor of hell is paved with the skulls of bishops”. – St. Athanasius

Read More: The Vatican Has Disgraced True Catholic Values

I have noticed that many people have been falsely conflating what comes out of the Vatican as Catholic. Thus it is my duty to present to the esteemed readers of this fine site the true teachings of the Church which stand, ever more so today, in stark opposition to the rot of cultural Marxism and the effeminacy of the Papal pretenders in Rome.

Vicar of Christ?

Church authorities are not legitimate

It is a dogma of the Catholic faith that the Church cannot substantially change. This means that the church cannot contradict nor change her teaching from what has always been universally taught or has been solemnly defined. Any one who claims to be Catholic and knowingly professes a faith which contradicts a teaching of the Church is considered to be a heretic and is considered to have a removed himself from the Church.

As St. Thomas states: “[one] who disbelieves [even] one article of faith does not have faith, either formed or unformed.” This is known as the unity of faith which means that all Catholics profess the same faith. Likewise it means that heretics cannot hold a clerical office in the Church. Thus if a heretic were to be elected even to the Papacy they could not be considered a legitimate Pontiff because a heretic has separated himself from the Church (source).

Would a real Pope bow to a religion declared false by the Church?

Simply put, you have to be Catholic to be Pope, and the absurdity of a heretic claiming the See of Peter is where we find ourselves today. For just as the institutions in the West have been infiltrated and seized by the enemy, likewise have the institutions of the Church been usurped by apostate forces. The hierarchy currently residing in the Vatican are not legitimate authorities and do not represent the perennial teaching of the Church. Therefore I have listed for your benefit the actual Church’s positions on some current areas of contention.

The only time Francis has ever smiled at a Crucifix

On Communism

The Catholic Church is vehemently opposed to communism. Without Pius XII valiant efforts, communism would have prevailed over postwar France and Italy. The Pope went so far as to issue the Decree against Communism in 1949 which excommunicated any Christian who professed communist doctrine.

Catholicism is the enemy of Marxism as it teaches that there can be no separation of Church and state, and an atheist government is immoral. Catholicism believes private property is a natural right going so far to say that depriving workers of their wages is a sin which cries to heaven for vengeance (compare that to our socialist tax code!).

On Migration and Culture

The current Muslim invasion of Europe would be met with the utmost resistance. It has always been the Church which has sought to safeguard Catholic Culture and in ages past has gone so far as to issue a call to arms against non-Catholics who have sought to destroy it.

Pope Urban II issued the Crusades and Pope Leo the great even went so far as to personally travel into the heart of the Hun army—to Attila himself—to deliver Rome from the sack that was to come. In 1571, St. Pope Pius V formed the Holy League that would go on to defeat the great Muslim Turkish Armada that was plaguing the Mediterranean.

“Then I pointed like so and told them where to take their cultural enrichment”

The tradition of the Church has been to unite the West against external non-christian threats in order to preserve Western Christian culture.

“The natural law enjoins us to love devotedly and to defend the country in which we were born, and in which we were brought up, so that every good citizen hesitates not to face death for his native land…. We are bound, then, to love dearly the country whence we have received the means of engagement this mortal life affords.” – Sapientia Christiana Encyclical Pope Leo XIII

On Abortion and Contraception

So what is the real teaching of the Church in regards to abortion and contraception? The teaching is any member who has an abortion or supports abortion is automatically excommunicated from the Church. That’s right: every single Democrat who claims to be Catholic is actually excommunicated, including Nancy Pelosi who likes to sanctimoniously drone how she is a good Catholic grandmother.

Contraception is also considered a mortal sin because it is an unnatural stoppage of life.

“Hence, after the sin of homicide whereby a human life already in existence is destroyed, this type of sin appears to take next place, for by it the generation of human nature is impeded.” -St. Thomas Aquinas.

I know this is unpopular with the readers, but the teaching is that those who engage in contraception have already committed murder in their heart. Contraception is what allows people to engage in recreational sex, because the natural end of sex has been set aside so too then has the institution of marriage, whose end is children.

Likewise, because we have committed murder in our hearts, we have become a petulant, immature, vain, and a sterile people similar to any other people who have taken the risk from reward or the consequences from pleasure. This is the most difficult pill to swallow.

On Feminism

The Church condemns feminism in the strongest terms. There cannot exist feminism without birth control.

“…any use whatsoever of matrimony exercised in such a way that the act is deliberately frustrated in its natural power to generate life is an offense against the law of God and of nature, and those who indulge in such are branded with the guilt of a grave sin.” -Pius XI Casti Cannubi

The Church asserts that Man is the head of the household and that a woman finds her vocation from being a good mother and housewife:

“This … does not deny or take away the liberty which fully belongs to the woman both in view of her dignity as a human person, and in view of her most noble office as wife and mother and companion; nor does it bid her obey her husband’s every request if not in harmony with right reason or with the dignity due to wife; … For if the man is the head, the woman is the heart, and as he occupies the chief place in ruling, so she may and ought to claim for herself the chief place in love.” -Ibid

The Pope has even gone so far as to condemn women’s suffrage:

“Woman can never be man’s equal and cannot therefore enjoy equal rights. Few women would ever desire to legislate, and those who did would only be classed as eccentrics.” -St. Pius X

On Pacifism

The Catholic Church is not simply just a religion of love and mercy. Christianity is not a weak religion, for our God is a God of Battles. Catholic Tradition encourages us to live our lives in the manner of our Lord Jesus who spoke of the struggle that his Church would have to endure.

“Do not think that I am come to send peace upon earth: I came not to send peace, but the sword.”-Mathew 10:34

Christians are not meant to sit idly as bystanders to the great struggle of good and evil in this world.

“For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood: but against principalities and power, against the rulers of the world of this darkness: against the spirits of wickedness in the high places.” -Ephesians 6:12