#john the apostle x you

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

John the Apostle | Muse | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: "Your hair is so messy." - "Oh, please. It's because you can't stop touching it."

Requested: Yes

In order for you to be able to draw John properly, his hair just has to be perfect.

The charcoal slides against the parchment smoothly, carefully pressured by your precise hand to leave behind fine lines without the charred wood snapping underneath it. You trace your tongue over your bottom lip as you apply the final details, your gaze flicking up and down every few moments to see if you’re still on the right track, but your state of concentration is soon broken by a sudden voice behind you.

“Are you done yet?”

For the third time in ten minutes, Nathanael questions how far along you are, and does so in the most Nathanael-fashion possible. In spite of it being not the first time, it startles you nevertheless, and you close your eyes in annoyance as a small stripe of charcoal now sits obnoxiously inside the eye, where you had been working on the pupil. 

“Thank you for that, Nath.” you sigh exasperatedly, voice laced with sarcasm, knowing that thumbing away the mistake will lead to nothing but an awful smudge, and you momentarily stare at the portrait you had been sketching. You had managed to capture the warm features of Jesus’ face, had given His beard just the right amount of volume and you were more than happy with the shape of His nose, but now, the kindness of His eyes falls flat because of an ugly thick stripe of charcoal. 

“Sorry about that.” Nathanael quips, “Anyways, do you think you can draw me one of those as well?”

If glares could kill, Nathanael would have met his demise the moment you set eyes on him. He takes your narrowed eyes for his sign to leave, showing his palms in defence. “You don’t have to do it right now, no worries at all.” He backs off before you’re even able to voice the thought that the former architect wouldn’t be able to sit still for that long anyways.

Inhaling sharply, you turn your gaze up to Jesus, Who gives you a small smile.

“I’m sorry, Master,” you sigh, “It was going so well, I was so proud of how it was turning out. I will of course make You a new portrait, and I will try my very best to capture the same details as I did in this previous–”

Jesus holds out His hand. “Nonsense, (Y/n), I am sure it is beautiful. Let Me take a look.” You reluctantly hand Him the piece of parchment and He inspects it, drinking in every little bit of the drawing. 

“I-I know it is likely not what I could have–”

“It is beautiful, (Y/n). Thank you very much, I love it!”

Your eyes widen. “Really?”

Jesus nods, then lets his gaze go to someone who is coming up behind you. “Really. See, there are more people who would like to have their portraits drawn.”

Your smile falls. “I thought I was pretty clear, Nathanael, that I am not in the mood to–”

Upon pivoting and being about to give Nathanael a piece of your mind, you come face to face with nobody less than John.

The very man you’ve been sketching in secret in your notebook for the past weeks.

The former fisherman who has started to become a muse of sorts ever since you had a romantic dream about him two months ago.

The younger son of Zebedee whom you’ve been sweet on for a while now. 

The one who sends butterflies through your entire system. 

“John, hi!” you somehow manage to greet him, “Uh, shalom, how are you?”

John the Beloved smiles sweetly. “I am doing well, (Y/n), thank you. How about you?”

You nod and gulp in an attempt to get rid of the dryness of your throat, but to no avail. “I’m good!” you squeal, a bit too high-pitched for your liking, “I just made a sketch of Jesus.”

With his eyebrows raised in curiosity, John looks at the piece of parchment in Jesus’ hands. The Messiah hands it to him so that he can inspect it closer, and your face flushes whilst he scrutinises it. 

“This is so good, (Y/n), you are very talented!”

Flustered, you lower your gaze. “Thanks, I’m trying my very best to get better at it.”

John hums and hands back the parchment to Jesus, Who stands and gives you another word of thanks before walking off, heading for his tent where He finds His leather backpack to safely tuck away the drawing. 

“Would you…” John rubs his neck, “Would you be open to drawing me as well? I would like to give my eema some sort of gift to remember me by.”

The thoughtful comment warms your heart. 

“Sure,” you breathe, “Right now?”

His hair bounces as he nods, and you look at it. Chewing your lip, you can already see a few loose strands that need to be tucked into place. 

“Would you like me to sit anywhere in particular?”

You gesture towards a fallen log on the edge of camp. “How about there?” you propose, and John hums in agreement.

“Sounds like a great plan. I’ll bring you a chair, hold on.”

The fisherman carries a small stool over to the log, so that both of you can get comfortable. With the change in light, you recognise that you take another angle than the one you had drawn Jesus in, and you shift a little closer to the younger son of Zebedee. 

“Want me to sit here?” 

You hum. “Please.” He puts the stool down for you to position properly. You drag it over to the right position and reach for your bag.

John takes a seat on the log so that you aren’t looking right into the sun and pulls a rather prideful face, puffing out his chest, straightening his back. “How about this pose?” he suggests, causing you to snort a laugh. 

“You aren’t going to keep that up for long, trust me.”

“Why not?” John asks whilst you take an unwritten sheet of parchment from your bag and you rummage through your tools to find a proper bit of charcoal to begin with. 

You nod towards Nathanael, who is busy chatting with Thaddeus a little away. “I had him as my model not too long ago, and he could only sit like that for five minutes before his muscles got tired.” John flexes his arms and gives you a determined look. “Well, I am used to heavy labour, so I can take it!” The sight makes you flush and you clear your throat, looking away. John relaxes his body and smiles, thinking of the pink tinge on your cheeks as adorable. 

“Just… Take on a pose that you can maintain for about forty to fifty minutes.”

His eyes widen. “Forty to fifty– Right, okay. Art takes time.”

You smile and nod, waiting for the fisherman to poise himself in such a way that does not strain him yet is interesting enough to make a drawing of. He leans a hand on the log he is sitting on, puts his legs a little further apart and turns his gaze to you. The way his dreamy eyes seem to drill into you as he stares nearly makes you snap your piece of charcoal between your fingers. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you abashedly query. 

John shrugs. “Well, then it will seem like I’m looking right at the viewer.”

In an attempt to gather yourself, you inhale through your nose and calmly exhale right after, shifting in your seated position. 

You hold out your thumb in an attempt to somewhat figure out the proportions, and make a rough outline of the shape of his head. Every time you cast your eyes back up at him, your heart skips a beat, the intensity of his gaze making you flustered. 

“I’ll… I’ll need to fix your hair a little.” you say. 

John smiles. “By all means.” 

He sits still as you card your fingers through the thick, dark brown locks. The moment you make contact with it, your breath hitches, and you are not brave enough to let your focus go down to John, who is gently gazing at you. 

“That’s better.” you state when it’s shaped into a better model, sitting back. “Okay, let’s see…”

You sketch the first outlines of his features as well as the shape of the mop of curls that sits untamed on his head. Squinting, you roughly sketch where his beard goes and try to get the broadness of his neck and shoulders right, and John flicks his tongue over his lips, giving you an amused look. 

“You’re cute when you’re concentrated.”

“Huh?” Having missed his words, you look up at him a bit confused. “What was that?”

John gives you a tight-lipped smile, suddenly self-conscious, and shakes his head. “Nothing.” The motion causes his hair to spring back where it had been before. 

Clicking your tongue, you reach over to it again and softly play with it in the hopes of tucking it into just the right place. John enjoys the feeling of your fingers against his scalp, letting out a small hum. “Everything okay?”

You nod and lean away again so that you can resume your work, trying to calm your racing heart down, which is affected by his proximity. Although the fisherman does not smell clean – you’re certain that you don’t smell amazing either during this long time on the road – you bask in his scent regardless. It is comforting, and you suddenly wonder how things would be between you if he knew what you felt for him.

With a slightly unsteady hand, you draw him, and slide the charcoal against the parchment in just the right places. Studying people in this way never fails to make you amazed at how incredibly complex God’s creation is, each face different from the other. Staring into the eyes of your crush is an added bonus to this particular sketch.

“How is it coming along?” 

His kind demeanour puts you at ease. Your gaze meets John’s and you smile. “Slowly but surely. Be patient, now. Here, hold on.” Once again, you find yourself reaching forward to get some of his curls to sit in a prettier way, and he chuckles. 

“I shouldn’t rush art, sorry.”

With a pleasant hum, you continue your drawing. 

In relative silence, you get down to the largest features quite easily, and you’re soon already working on the smaller details, swapping between different pieces of charcoal that you carry in your bag. At some point, you carve a chunk of charred wood into a tiny, fragile point with your pocket knife in order to capture each and every curl to your best ability. 

John sits there, awaiting your results yet not pushing you to hurry, like Nathanael had done. Every few moments, you find yourself looking up into his eyes and deem it almost intimate. Your tummy swirls with butterflies more and more every passing second, and you wish that you would never finish this drawing, just to keep him in front of you for longer.

Watching you in this way makes John almost abashed, your scrutiny intense yet adoring in a way that you so delicately add details here and there, showing that you’re truly studying him. Your concentrated state is nothing short of adorable. Something in his gut drops, resembling disappointment, that you hadn’t heard him tell you that he thinks you look cute a while ago. Perhaps he should repeat himself – or maybe that he shouldn’t, for he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself–

A gust of wind pulls both you and John out of your focused state, and you can barely hold onto the piece of parchment that threatens to escape. You puff some air from your lungs out of relief and smile at the younger son of Zebedee, who grins back at you with an equal beam.

“That was a close call.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you gaze at him again, shaking your head in disbelief at the sight of his curls all across his forehead, casting way different shadows over his face than they had done before. 

“Ugh, John, your hair is so messy!” you quip, swiping a finger over his forehead from left to right in the hopes to somewhat push it back into place.

John rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Oh, please. It’s because you can’t stop touching it!” 

“The wind keeps messing it up, and I just need to draw it perfectly. I cannot help that your hair is just so… Inviting! Captivating!”

“Says who?”

“Says me! And how am I supposed to properly get it on here if it keeps bouncing out of place?”

John chews on the inside of his cheek to fight his spreading smile as the warmth of your index finger causes a thousand butterflies to erupt into his stomach. 

“There.” You say once you’re satisfied with how his curls are sitting. Turning back to your sketch, John feels a pang of disappointment that you’ve stopped touching him.

“(Y/n), I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” His heart pounds against his chest as he says the words. 

With a questioning gaze, you look up from your drawing. “Is it important, can it wait for a few moments? I’m nearly done with this.” 

His gut spins and he nods a bit, and he watches your hand as it slides the charcoal over the paper, skilled, talented. 

The next time it moves up to touch his hair, John decides right then and there, he will most certainly– He doesn’t have a long time to overthink his plans when you put down your charcoal again in order to once again adjust his dark locks, tucking and pushing the strands in the places you deem right so that you can have a great–

John catches your wrist in his hand and brings it down from his forehead. Whilst maintaining eye-contact, he presses a light kiss onto the back of your fingers, smiling a bit shyly with flushed cheeks. 

Shocked, you freeze in your spot. Upon seeing your reaction, John releases your hand and shakes his head apologetically. “Oh, no, I’m–I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that, and–”

Finding your voice, you whisper his name. “John,” you mutter, cupping his face with that same hand. He leans into it without realising it and smiles. “It’s okay. Does it… Does this mean that you like me?”

He lightly laughs and nods, biting his bottom lip in thought. “Very much,” he admits, but his smile falls. “I… I didn’t mean to pressure you by kissing your hand there. It was not proper of me, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you repeat, softer this time, and you flick your gaze down to your sketch momentarily. “The drawing is nearly done. Would you like me to finish it now?”

With eyes that glitter in amusement, John puffs out his cheeks and lets air escape slowly before shaking his head, taking your other hand in his as well. 

“Perhaps we should discuss other things first. You can always tame my hair another time. Would you like to take a walk whilst we talk over things?”

You smile and nod, allowing him to help you up by taking his hand. 

Carefully folding the unfinished sketch, you put it neatly into your bag to complete later. 

You’re certain it will not be the only drawing you will ever make of him.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #chosen x reader #angel studios #john the apostle x you #john the apostle #john the apostle x reader

[ghostsmp3]

like i'm obsessed with his brain. i could watch this for hours

#re my other post from last night #why can't you reblog and add videos that's so stupid #anyway. john is infatuated and obsessed #if you even care #john the apostle #george xanthis #jordan ross #abe bueno-jallad #the chosen #the chosen cast #jesus x john #the beloved disciple #gospel of john #religion

[seaxdevil]

Tag Dump: Relationships

#angel fish: allison conway #bleeding heart: skylar phillips #the knight of hollow port: daisy george #sharp shooter: barry blaskley #heavenly connectionist: callob conway #emerald empress: louise newton #leviathan: belladonna weiss #apostle of hate: romeo moore #darling little shop keep: daliah goodwin #a ball and chain: giovanni john vescovi #pearl of the sea: jillian freeman #my true father: alexander ace vescovi #kiss me like real people do: charlotte cherri kensley #a shield for my sword: graziano milo sperduto #red riding hood: rose neroni #ma i miss you: clem & jillian #country boy i love you: clem x barry #let's paint the town red: clem & allison #man eaters: clem & skylar #monster for hire: clem & louise #the fairy princess and the wicked sea witch: clem x daliah #haunted by the ghost of you: clem x cherry x graziano #stick fingers and a silver tongue: airam onrainnam #honor among thieves: clem & airam #i shouldn't want you but i do: clem x airam #tall dark and handsom: death #hand in unlovable hand: clem x death #outofshells

[opencommunion]

Hello, I really don’t want to be rude or anything like that but I would love to know any more information about the Christians in Palestine, Lebanon and Syria like, is it true Gaza had family lineages dating back to Jesus Christ? Asking because Ziocucks love making it seem as if Christians don’t exist over there

omg not rude at all, actually this is my favorite thing to talk about (it was a major focus of this blog prior to Al-Aqsa Flood) it's a huge topic so I'll link a ton of resources, but to answer your main question: yes, many Palestinian Christians in Gaza and elsewhere can trace their family history with Christianity back to the 1st century. the Christian community in Gaza is said to have been founded by the apostle Philip. the first bishop of Gaza was the apostle Philemon, the recipient of a Pauline epistle. a core zionist myth is the idea that contemporary Palestinians only arrived in Palestine in the 7th century or even the 20th century (see the links for debunking). but there's plenty of documentation of continuous Christian (and Jewish) presence in Palestine before, during, and after the emergence of Islam. Palestinians (and Levantine ppl more generally, but esp Palestinians because of the totality of their colonial dispossession—stories are often literally the only heirlooms refugee families have) typically have very strong family oral histories going back many centuries, so if a Palestinian tells you their family has been Christian since the time of Christ, take their word for it. community continuity is also about more than family trees—even if someone's family came to Christianity later, they're still part of the continuous living heritage of their community. the continuity of Palestinian Christianity is also evidenced by Palestinian holy sites. because Christianity was illegal in the Roman Empire until Constantine took power, dedicated churches weren't built until the 4th century, but many of these churches were built around existing sites of covert worship—for example the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem was built around a grotto that was already venerated as the site of Jesus' birth, the Church of St. John the Baptist in 'Ayn Karim (a forcibly depopulated suburb of Jerusalem) was built over a 1st century rock-cut shrine marking the site of John the Baptist's birth, and the Church of the Multiplication in Al-Tabigha (a destroyed and forcibly depopulated village on the shore of Lake Tiberias) was built over a limestone slab believed to be the table were Jesus fed the multitude. throughout the Levant there are also many ancient shrines (maqamat) that are shared sites of prayer for both Christians and Muslims; in Palestine many of these sites have been seized by the occupation and Palestinians are prevented from visiting them.

Palestinian Christian communities who are able to travel to the villages they were expelled from in the Nakba will sometimes return there to celebrate weddings and holidays in their ancestral churches, e.g. in Iqrit and Ma'alul (x, x). of course because the occupation heavily restricts Palestinian movement this isn't possible for most refugees.

here's some resources to get you started but feel free to hmu again if you have any more specific questions! Zionism and Palestinian Christians Rafiq Khoury, "The Effects of Christian Zionism on Palestinian Christians," in Challenging Christian Zionism (2005) Mitri Raheb, I am a Palestinian Christian (1995) Mitri Raheb, Faith in the Face of Empire: The Bible Through Palestinian Eyes (2014)

Christ at the Checkpoint: Theology in the Service of Justice and Peace (2012) Faith and the Intifada: Palestinian Christian Voices (1992) The Forgotten Faithful: A Window into the Life and Witness of Christians in the Holy Land (2007) Faith Under Occupation: The Plight of Indigenous Christians in the Holy Land (2012) Palestinian Christians: The Forcible Displacement and Dispossession Continues (2023) Donald E. Wagner, Dying in the Land of Promise: Palestine and Palestinian Christianity from Pentecost to 2000 (2003)—can't find it online but worth checking your library for

Pre-Zionist History James Grehan, Twilight of the Saints: Everyday Religion in Ottoman Syria and Palestine (2016) Ussama Makdisi, Artillery of Heaven: American Missionaries and the Failed Conversion of the Middle East (2008) Kenneth Cragg, The Arab Christian: A History in the Middle East (1992) Christopher MacEvitt, The Crusades and the Christian World of the East: Rough Tolerance (2007) John Binns, Ascetics and Ambassadors of Christ: The Monasteries of Palestine 314-631 (1996) Derwas Chitty, The Desert a City: an Introduction to the Study of Egyptian and Palestinian Monasticism Under the Christian Empire (1966) Aziz Suryal Atiya, A History of Eastern Christianity (1968) Michael Philip Penn, When Christians First Met Muslims: A Sourcebook of the Earliest Syriac Writings on Islam (2015) Early Christian Texts The Acts of the Apostles (1st century, Palestine. yes I'm recommending the bible lol but I promise I'm not trying to evangelize, it just really paints a good picture of the birth of Christianity in Jerusalem and its early spread) The Didache (1st or 2nd century, Palestine or Syria—the earliest known catechism, outlining how Christians were supposed to live and worship) Cyril of Scythopolis, The Lives of the Monks of Palestine (6th century) Sayings of the Desert Fathers and Desert Mothers (early Christian monastics)

for more resources specific to my tradition, the Maronite Church, see this post. for other misc Syriac tidbits see my Syriac tag. this is just scratching the surface so again, if you (or anyone else who sees this post!) have more specific interests lmk and I can point you in the right direction

#palestine #history #church history #library

[justabigassnerd]

Kidnappings and Mountain Fights

Pairing - Ethan Hunt x daughter!reader

Word count - 5,553

Warnings - violence, near death experiences, gun violence, blood, injuries, possible swearing

Summary - when attempting to stop Walker and Lane, you're taken hostage and your dad fights to save you

A/N - hey y'all I'm finally back with a new part of Lil' Hunt (cheering anyone?) sorry it's taken me so long to upload a new fic I've been grappling with motivation for a while. for a bit of context, for the Lil' Hunt universe, Julia and Ethan were a couple but never married. Luther was convinced Ethan would marry her and leave the IMF but because of the dangers of Ethan's job and his dedication to the IMF they split up (so kinda similar to the movie but no marriage). anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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The Syndicate was back. This time they had claimed the name ‘The Apostles’ although there was absolutely nothing holy about them or their mission. Your dad and his team had attempted to get the three plutonium cores the Apostles were after but after they had taken Luther hostage and put his life on the line, the cores were lost because your dad wasn’t willing to gamble with Luther’s life. You respected your dad so much for protecting Luther above everything. His team had always been his family and he wasn’t going to put a mission above Luther’s life. The IMF had been beyond mad at your dad for losing the plutonium and so the CIA had sent August Walker with your dad to attempt to retrieve the cores.

Since then, you had found yourself travelling from Paris to London where your dad was instructed to bring Solomon Lane after your dad had worked with a broker named Alanna Mitsopolis in Paris who, under the assumption that Ethan was a killer named John Lark, had him take part in an attempt to get Solomon Lane in exchange for the plutonium with one being given as a down-payment upfront. Your dad of course, did not want to get involved with such a crime but kept his cover as Lark and had Benji and Luther ready to extract Lane so he didn’t end up in the hands of Alanna and her brother Zola.

Having to see Solomon Lane again after everything he had put you and those you cared about through was awful. You hated hearing his taunts as your dad and the others tried to grill him for information. Ilsa had taken to keeping you away from Lane, making sure he couldn’t target any taunts your way and to try and keep your mind off the whole thing. You were so grateful for Ilsa doing that because it really helped you distract yourself from the terrorist who was being held captive and it was nice to see Ilsa again after she went her own way after crashing at your safe house for a few days.

However, despite things looking like they could, for once, go smoothly. It turned out that after trying to accuse your dad of actually being John Lark, it had been Walker the whole time and after an intense gunfight between Walker and the Apostles and your dad and his team, Director Hunley was killed in the skirmish and both Lane and Walker had gotten away in the chaos. Your dad had attempted to chase Walker down while you, Benji, Luther, and Ilsa had moved to a new safe location, but he was unsuccessful in his efforts. In the new safe location in London, you sat with Luther and Ilsa while your dad was with Benji in another part of the building discussing their next move.

“Luther, do you think you guys will actually be able to stop them?” You ask quietly as Ilsa and Luther exchange a soft look with each other. They knew your words weren’t coming from doubt of your dad and the team’s abilities, they were more than likely coming from a place of fear.

“We won’t stop until we have all three cores and Walker and Lane are gone.” Luther assures you softly, his gentle voice bringing some semblance of comfort to you but both Ilsa and Luther could tell you weren’t fully convinced by his words. After all, it was nuclear weaponry that was in play. In the blink of an eye thousands, or even millions of people could be killed if Walker and Lane were not stopped.

“We’re going to stop them y/n/n.” Ilsa then says, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and tugging you into a side hug as you lean comfortably against her side, fighting back the ever threatening tears. You didn’t know why you were getting like this; you’d lived through a bunch of missions and your dad, and his team had never let you down so far.

“y/n, can you come here for a moment sweetheart?” You heard your dad’s voice come from across the room, making you pull away from Ilsa slightly, nodding silently and getting up from your chair and crossing to your dad.

“You know, in all the years I’ve known Ethan I’ve learnt he cares for everyone. But his daughter will always be his top priority.” Luther muses softly, watching you cross to Ethan before glancing at Ilsa whose attention had fallen to him.

“I expect as much, she means a lot to him.” Ilsa says, her gaze drifting back over to you and Ethan, watching how Ethan tugged you into a gentle hug and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. It was obvious to anyone that Ethan cared about you a lot.

“She means the world to him. But I also know that Ethan cares a lot about you as well.” Luther then says, also watching your interaction with Ethan and he could tell that the hug alone had helped bring yours and Ethan’s moods up a little. Upon realising what Luther had said, Ilsa directed her attention back to him, curious to know more.

As Ilsa and Luther continued to talk, you had moved to join Ethan at the window, watching the people of London hurry down the streets like their lives depended on it.

“Are you ever jealous of people like that? Not having to worry about saving the world more times than anyone can count?” You ask quietly, glancing at your dad as his gaze remains fixed on the world outside. You knew he had a normal life before the IMF, but he never spoke about it. Not to you at least.

“Very rarely.” Is the most you get from your father in response to your question and you don’t dare to push any further.

“When we find out where Walker and Lane are heading, we’re going to head out as soon as possible.” Ethan then says, glancing briefly over at you as you nod lightly, inhaling sharply to try and subdue your nerves.

“Okay.” You mumble, not once objecting when Ethan gently reaches out for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side like Ilsa had done moments before.

“Hey guys not to disturb you or anything but I’ve got a location.” Benji then says, rushing through the room with his laptop perched precariously on his hand as he rushes to the table Luther and Ilsa were sat at with your dad following behind quickly, leaving you stood by the window. You knew you should probably join the team so you could at the very least be aware of where you were going and what the plan was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move, your eyes drifting to the bustling people below and muttering quietly to yourself.

“Sometimes I’m jealous of them.”

When you eventually joined the group, you found out that you were heading to a medical camp near the Siachen Glacier. As you make the journey to the location, Ilsa soon figures out that Walker and Lane are planning on setting off the nuclear bombs so that the water supply of India, Pakistan, and China would be contaminated which could lead to a huge loss of life. As the car you were all in approaches the medical camp, you started to feel tense and nervous again. You felt like something was going to go wrong, especially with Walker and Lane potentially at the camp. As the car pulled to a stop, you all took a moment to put a comm in before climbing out of the vehicle.

“Let’s split up, I’ll check this tent while you guys’ fan out and let everyone know if you find anything. y/n, stay in someone’s sight at all times.” Ethan says, glancing at everyone in turn before focusing on you as you nod, all too used to that phrase by now.

“Got it.” You say as the rest of the team nods in agreement, and you all begin to take off, scanners in hand ready to search for the bombs before you heard something that stopped you all in your tracks.

“Ethan?”

“Julia?” All of you stopped in your tracks upon hearing your dad speak, and you turned around to see him and a woman face to face. You didn’t recognise the woman at all, and therefore had no idea how she knew your dad. You turned to look at Benji and Luther to see if they recognised her and to your shock you saw them exchanging a knowing yet concerned look with each other. Tearing your gaze from the two, you looked back at your dad.

Ethan was shocked at seeing Julia again. It had been years since he last saw her. He had to split up with her for her own protection and now she was in danger because of him again. Before Ethan could say anything, he heard a male voice calling out to Julia and Ethan looked over in the direction of the voice and saw a man approaching with a smile before he looked back at Julia.

“Does he know?” Ethan asks quickly, formulating a lie in his head when Julia shakes her head no. The man reaches Julia, standing alongside her as she wrapped an arm around him.

“This is my husband, Eric.” Julia introduces the man to Ethan as both men smiled, reaching out to shake hands.

“Rob Thorne. Doctor Rob Thorne.” Ethan’s faux name leaves his mouth easily, no hesitation as he shakes hands with Eric.

As Ethan and Eric converse, Julia finds her eyes wandering, catching a glimpse of four people watching the three talk and her smile soon shifts when she recognises Benji and Luther. She didn’t recognise the woman at all, and she couldn’t stop the raised eyebrow that occurred when she caught sight of a young girl among the ranks. She glanced back over at Ethan, catching the tail end of Eric talking about their guardian angel who helped out with them being here in the first place and she didn’t miss how Ethan’s expression faltered and she knew that him being here, along with the presence of Benji and Luther, that there was danger.

Just after Eric dismissed himself from the conversation, disappearing into the medical tent just behind Ethan, he turned to Julia who glanced back in the direction of you and the rest of the team before looking back at Ethan.

“I didn’t know the IMF was hiring kids now.” Julia says, no malice in her tone but clear worry and protectiveness over you despite not knowing you.

“No, y/n’s not IMF. She’s my daughter.” Ethan says, briefly glancing your way and seeing you and the others still watching the interaction.

“You have a daughter?” Julia asks, puzzled and not at all anticipating that answer from Ethan.

“It’s a long story, Julia. I am so sorry.” Ethan mutters as he pulls Julia into a hug before taking off with his team leaving Julia alone to worry about what dangers could await her.

After your dad left the conversation with Julia you could tell there was an added tension in the air. You had no idea who Julia was, but you could tell she was someone your dad cared about deeply which only added fuel to his fire. The five of you, using your scanners, search the camp for the bombs and eventually stumble across one and when you see Luther open it, the situation becomes ten times more real for you and you inhale shakily, eyes fixed on the nuclear weapon in front of you. You’re vaguely aware of the team talking about their next move but none of it was really processing in your head at all. The only thing that shook you out of your thoughts and focused your attention was your dad gently taking you by the shoulders and ducking down so he was in your line of sight.

“y/n, listen to me carefully. I need you to find Julia and tell her and her husband to start getting people out of here in case things go wrong. And then you’re going to ask her to take you with her.” Ethan instructs, watching you carefully as your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head.

“Dad no I’m not leaving you.” You insist, not wanting to leave him.

“It’s safer this way, trust me. We don’t have time to argue about this, you need to go. If we stop Walker, I’ll find you, I promise.” Your dad says hurriedly, briefly glancing behind you to look at Luther who was glancing between the bomb and Ethan. Without responding to your dad’s words, you hugged him tight before turning around and running back the way you had come from in the first place in search of Julia.

Searching a whole medical camp for Julia turned out to be a mammoth task. You’d only seen her from a distance, so you were desperately trying to remember some of her features, so you’d recognise her when you saw her.

After searching the first tent that your dad had been stood outside when he saw Julia and getting no results, even after asking around, you went to head back outside and as you rushed around, eyes surveying the people walking around, you ran straight into someone’s chest, nearly sending you stumbling back to the floor had the person’s hands not shot out to steady you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-” You start to say, a thank you readying itself on your tongue, but your words faltered when you looked up and realised who it was you bumped into just as their grip on your shoulders tightened.

“Hello junior.” Walker said, an evil grin covering his face as your expression shifts to one of fear as you attempt to pull away, every attempt futile as Walker holds on to you with a grip so tight, you’re sure not even the strongest person in the world could get out of it if they tried. Knowing you stood no chance of getting free from Walker’s iron grip, the next plan in your head was to just scream bloody murder and hope your dad heard you somehow. However, Walker seemed to know your next move before you even made it and wound one hand around you after pulling your comm out while the other clasped across your mouth, muffling any screams that left your mouth as he pulled you towards one of two helicopters and harshly shoved you on one while yelling at the pilot to take off, quickly restraining you to the seat as the helicopter begins to take off. You had no idea why Walker was taking you or where, but you did know that you were scared. You had no clue if your dad even knew you were gone and that thought scared you more than anything else.

“You know, you’d be a good addition to my group. With Ethan out of the way and a bit of training, you’ll make a fine addition to our ranks.” Walker says, leaning towards your ear, his voice making an uncomfortable shiver run down your spine as you lean away, glaring at him.

“I’d never work for you.” You spit venomously, willing your glare not to falter when Walker just chuckles menacingly in response.

“Oh, we have ways to break you down.” Walker says, his threatening words hanging in the air as your strong façade begins to crumble and true terror began to cling at you. You had only seen a small bit of Walker’s violent tendencies. You knew he had been the one to kill Hunley, but you could tell that if he really wanted something, he’d stop at nothing until he got it. The further the helicopter travelled from the medical camp the more worried you got. You just wanted your dad.

It appeared that someone watching over you felt particularly generous because you could’ve sworn you could have cried when you caught a glimpse of the other helicopter being piloted by your dad. Walker was looking the opposite way to you so thankfully your dad was able to move out of his view before he turned around. You had no idea what your dad’s plan was, but you knew he at the very least had the foundation of a plan even if it wasn’t a fully fleshed out one.

When you felt the helicopter shake, you began to figure out what your dad’s plan was. He was trying to disable the helicopter as best he can without causing it to crash horrifically so he wouldn’t hurt you. You weren’t one hundred percent sure about how your dad was going to achieve it, but you trusted him. Walker of course caught on to what your dad was attempting to do and leant behind him, grabbing a large gun and positioning it ready to fire at your dad but before he did anything he turned to face you, jaw clenched and a mix of anger and madness in his eyes.

“You try anything, and your ass is out of this helicopter.” He hisses lowly, his words enough to strike fear into you so you don’t try to stop him. All you could do was watch helplessly as Walker attempted to shoot your dad down. You longed to do something, anything to stop him but you knew he’d follow through on his threat. Thankfully, being in a moving helicopter meant Walker’s aim was not as accurate as he’d like it to be. However, he managed to get a few lucky hits on the helicopter rotors which caused terror to leap into your stomach as you watch the helicopter rotors set on fire. You wished you could help your dad somehow, but you were completely powerless to help, if you tried anything, Walker would be quicker and would have no qualms about throwing you out of the helicopter without so much as a second thought. Knowing your dad was going to move on to a potential plan b, you mentally prepped yourself for whatever it was that he came up with.

It turned out your dad’s master plan was to crash his helicopter into Walker’s. Thankfully, you had your seatbelt on and so when the now destroyed vehicle had stopped rolling down the mountain, you hadn’t sustained any serious injuries. Your ribs were aching, and you could taste blood on your lip, but you figured that was the worst of it. Thinking it was safe to attempt an escape when part of the helicopter broke and burning oil started to pour on Walker’s face, you unbuckled your seatbelt and went to move but it was quickly obvious to you that the helicopter hadn’t stopped somewhere safe for you to get out and soon the helicopters were both plummeting again and this time you flew out of the damaged helicopter and landed quite painfully on your side, aggravating the pain that was already settled in your side. Sitting up, you blinked rapidly to clear the blurriness from your eyes from where you had more than likely hit your head against the floor. Noticing your dad begin to get to his feet you scramble to stand up, instantly making your way over to him.

“y/n, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Ethan asks instantly, noticing your bloody lip and surveying you for any further injuries.

“I’ll live.” Is all you say in response as Ethan glances over your shoulder, noticing Walker getting to his feet and without hesitation pushing you behind him.

“Stay behind me.” Ethan says protectively, positioning himself in front of you so you were fully blocked from Walker’s view. You were frozen in place watching the two men fight and grapple for the detonator. You knew you could try and get the detonator, maybe you’d be able to figure out how to deactivate it, but you knew if you got it, you’d quickly become a target to Walker and given his sheer size and stature, you stood no chance.

When your dad and Walker were hovering dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, you darted towards the two men. Whether you were aiming to grab the detonator or attempt to haul your dad away from the edge you hadn’t decided but the moment you got there, Walker was beginning to topple over the edge and his hands instinctively reach out to grab anything to keep him steady, unfortunately that happened to be you and your dad. The three of you fell over the cliffside and thankfully you and your dad were able to grab onto the cord of the hook from one of the helicopters that was hanging suspended on the cliffside. Unfortunately, Walker had also managed to grab onto the cord as well and all three of you began to attempt to climb up the cord, hoping the hook wouldn’t slip. As you climbed up the cord, you felt something grab your foot and you looked down to see Walker clinging to your foot, getting a full view of his burnt face and evil grin as you attempted to wiggle your foot free, head swimming with nothing but panic. You looked up at your dad who had noticed you weren’t right behind him and saw the look of pure terror in your eyes as Walker clung to you gleefully. Without saying a word Ethan was able to communicate with you, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. All you had to do was relax and remember what you had been taught. With newfound determination, you looked back down at Walker, using your free foot to kick him in the face. It took three blows to the head to finally loosen his grip and cause him to slip further down the cord, giving you and your dad time to climb.

“y/n when you get up move away from the edge and don’t try anything. Okay?” Ethan says as he temporarily stops climbing, moving around the cord so you could climb past him.

“What?” You question, stopping in your climbing efforts but Ethan encourages you to keep going, watching as you near the top.

“Just move away from the edge and the cord. Trust me.” Ethan says up to you, watching as you reach the top, looking down and nodding at his words before hauling yourself back onto the top of the cliff. You force yourself to your feet, wincing at the hot pain that flares up in your foot but carry out your dad’s wishes, limping away from the edge and the cord and anxiously awaiting what was going to happen.

All of a sudden, the hook came flying loose from the rock it had latched onto, sending it flying over the edge and you hear the sound of the helicopter plummeting to the ground.

“Dad!” You cry out, limping hurriedly back over to the edge but stopping yourself to save yourself from looking over the edge and seeing your dad missing. As your eyes flick down to the detonator, you realise you need to figure out how to deactivate the bombs and just as you go to move closer to the item, a hand reaches up and grabs the detonator and then soon you see your dad’s head pop up over the edge, making your eyes immediately well up with relieved tears.

“Dad, you’re okay!” You breathe out, limping over to him and helping him back up onto the cliff, noticing his injuries and watching him worriedly as he doesn’t have any energy to sit up at all.

“Is the detonator…?”

“Done. It’s done.” Ethan manages to say, his voice weak as he lies on his back, barely able to keep his eyes open as you ease yourself down to be kneeling next to him.

“Hey, you gotta keep your eyes open, dad. Someone will find us, but you have to stay awake. That’s what you always say, right? Always keep them conscious. That applies to you as well dad. Come on. Please?” You begin pleading when you notice your dad’s eyes slip shut. When your words and gentle nudges do nothing to bring him back to consciousness you swore you could feel bile rising in your throat at the thought of your dad dying in front of you. You frantically try to remember everything you’d been taught by your dad and his team and immediately pulled your coat off, lying it over your dad to keep him warm as you fight back a shiver as the cold mountain air immediately hits your skin. You had no idea if help was coming nor if they’d be able to find you up on this mountain, but you did know that you had to keep your dad alive no matter what.

As you checked your dad’s pulse and fight back a frown at his light breaths, you hear helicopter rotors and perk up, hoping and praying it’s someone who’s come to save you. A helicopter soon hovers in your line of sight and as it eases itself down to land on the cliff, you’re relieved to see people you remember seeing around the medical camp instead of people who worked for Walker.

“Take him first.” You insist, forcing yourself to your feet as the medics ease your dad onto a stretcher and ease him onto the helicopter as you limp along behind them, climbing in with the help of another medic who helps ease you down onto a seat. As the medics begin their treatment on your dad, one of them removes your coat and hands it to you.

“No, my dad needs it.” You say, moving to push the coat back to the medic before the man sat next to you takes the coat and turning to you.

“He’ll be okay now. Giving him the coat definitely helped while he was exposed to the elements, but he’ll be okay from now on.” The man says softly, holding your coat out for you to take which you do so gently, draping the coat over your lap.

“Your dad will be just fine, we’ll do our best for him and once we’ve landed my wife will check you over, it looked like you were limping. Am I right?” The man then says, glancing over at you while you nod hesitantly.

“I’ll only let someone check my ankle if my dad is checked first.” You say firmly, locking eyes with the man as he nods.

“Well my wife knows your dad so I think it would be best for her to check your ankle while we work on your dad, so she doesn’t stress herself out worrying.” He says, a gentle smile gracing his face as he watches you nod again, this time with less hesitation.

“I’m Eric, by the way. Sometimes knowing someone’s name can help you feel a bit more comfortable.” Eric introduces himself to you, his smile never fading as you shyly give him your own name.

Eric kept you company and kept your mind off your dad for the helicopter journey, the moment the helicopter made contact with the ground the medics working on your dad were instantly easing the stretcher out and rushing to the nearest medical tent as you watched on.

“Come on, kid. We’ll find Julia and she can check you over.” Eric says, helping you limp your way over to the medical tent and quickly locating his wife, calling her over and pulling her gaze away from Ethan.

“Eric, what’s happened?” Julia asks worriedly, crossing to her husband and gently grabbing his arms, looking back at Ethan before looking at you.

“I don’t know what’s happened fully, but I need you to check y/n over. She’s been limping and I don’t know if she’s sustained any other injuries.” Eric says quickly, his focus not leaving Julia as he calms her down. Once Julia has calmed down, Eric helps you sit down in the tent before dismissing himself to check on your dad. As Julia crouches down, easing your trouser leg up and helping you ease your shoe off you hear the worried voices of the team and your head shoots up, locking eyes with them the moment they all enter the tent.

“y/n, oh my god you’re alive.” Benji says first, rushing over to you and embracing you without a second thought, making you wince at the ferocity as your ribs scream in pain.

“Benji, my ribs.” Is all you need to say and Benji immediately let’s go, apologising profusely.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Ilsa crosses to you next, gently taking your hand and squeezing it softly as you look up at her.

“Please go and check on dad. You guys should be with him.” You say and Benji and Ilsa both nod, going off in search of your dad while Luther grabs a chair and eases himself down next to Julia.

“Luther, you should go and check on dad too.” You say, wincing as Julia applies a bit of pressure to the tender part of your ankle.

“I’m staying here Lil’ Hunt.” Luther says as he shakes his head, refusing to move.

“Lil’ Hunt? Is that his nickname for you or did your dad start that one?” Julia asks, glancing up at you as she grabs the bandage to wrap around your ankle.

“That was all Luther. He’s been calling me that ever since I could remember.” You say with a small smile, the fondness of the nickname never lost on you.

“So Luther’s been in your life a while then?” Julia muses as she busies herself with binding your ankle.

“Benji too. Ever since I was born.” You say with a nod as Julia looks up at you after completing what she was doing before looking over her shoulder at Luther.

“You poor girl. Putting up with those three must be tough.” Julia says, a small breathy laugh escaping your lips as Luther rolls his eyes.

“It’s not too bad, if you don’t count all the missions.” You shrug, not wanting to insult your family too much.

“Well… I’m glad you’re happy with them. You seem like a good kid. Ethan’s done a good job with you.” Julia says as you slide your shoe back on, wincing at your rib pain once more before you straighten up. You didn’t know your dad’s history with Julia, but you could tell that they had been close at one point. Maybe you’d get answers another day but for now, just meeting Julia was enough.

“Let me check your ribs because I heard you mention them earlier and you’ve been wincing a lot when you’ve moved around.” Julia then says, tending to your ribs and concluding you most likely had one or two that were broken and warned you to take it easy for the next few days to ensure they healed properly. As Julia finished up her examination after cleaning the cut on your lip, Benji comes rushing in to inform you that Ethan was waking up and all three of you were quickly on your feet and Luther was helping you limp over to where your dad had been taken to and when you got there, Julia had joined Eric in checking Ethan over and making sure he was okay while you and the team stood to the side. After Eric and Julia had finished talking to Ethan, Ilsa took their place, and you watched their interactions with a soft smile. You knew your dad truly cared for Ilsa and you could tell she cared for him too, you just hoped something would become of it so your dad could be happy.

“y/n, come here.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts by your dad’s soft voice and look over at him to see him watching you with a small smile, lightly gesturing for you to join him which you do so without hesitation.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful. I-”

“Sweetheart, stop apologising. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Ethan says softly, reaching up and cupping your cheek to get you to focus on him and stop talking.

“But… Walker got me and then you almost died.” You say, tears springing to your eyes as you think of how close you had gotten to losing your dad.

“Walker getting you wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known he was there. And I’m okay. We both are. I promise.” Ethan promises, his soft smile never leaving his face as you sniffle and nod, trusting your dad’s words.

“We’re okay.” You echo as Ethan removes his hand from your cheek and you glance back at the team, all of them wearing similar soft smiles.

You were all okay. Walker was dead and Lane was recaptured. The mission had been another success.

You wished luck to whoever your family went up against for their next mission because you knew your family would win against all odds. Whoever tried to end the world or cause a war wouldn’t know what hit them and your dad and his team would come out on top like they always did. Any enemies stood no chance and you hoped they knew it.

#justabigassnerd #justabigassnerd writes #lil' hunt #lil' hunt universe #mission impossible #mission impossible fallout #mission impossible dead reckoning #mission impossible rogue nation #ethan hunt mission impossible #ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x daughter!reader #x daughter!reader #tom cruise mission impossible #tom cruise

[piosplayhouse]

Do you guys think there were people in Jerusalem making Jesus and his apostles rpf yaoi in real time. Was Mary Magdalene out there writing some nasty Jesus x John slashfic do you think

#happy easter

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

'baby-soft skin hammocks'...from a necromancer..gives me the icks.

I mean, I don't think it's any more gross/weird than a lot of other stuff that has happened in the book so far. John already wears baby fingerbones in his hair for adornment

I find it fascinating that John says he could cure cancer....and yet we have Cytherea...

@turtletotem:

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess John could have cured Cytherea :) at any time :) instead of letting her suffer for 10,000 years :)))) no wonder she wanted him dead

Oh wow, I didn't make that connection, but yeah, he could have. But instead he really was just like, the only way for you to live is if you become a Lyctor and help me kill resurrection beasts while you suffer from cancer for 10,000 years. I can't imagine what he was thinking, but I also have no idea what he was thinking by just letting the other Lyctors think that the cavalier had to die to achieve Lyctorhood

@eye-lantern:

For the Jesus comparison the nurse gave: she isn't saying it was what made the Romans kill him. Jesus (in the texts) knew that he gave too much for his own good. And he knew the Romans would kill him and he knew Judas would betray him. But he did it anyway because he gave himself to others entirely, even if I meant it killed him. She is saying John needs take care of himself even if it meant refusing to help some people, or he would die wich doesn't help anyone.

Which makes an interesting parallel with the actual Jesus parallel that is Griddle, who died for someone on the iron fence instead of a wooden cross,for someone that would have preferred her to live even if it meant not receiving her help. Gideon spends the entire first book helping everyone, without asking for anything in return, and it litteraly kills her. Maybe twice if we consider avultion. John may have had the apostles but Gideon had the self-sacrificial drive

Oh, right, I guess the sort of canonical interpretation is that Jesus died in order to save everyone else, etc. That is an interesting parallel, I wonder, since presumably Gideon is getting brought back to life at some point, probably by John I would guess, if John is ever going to tell her this story and this particular piece of advice he received?

I don't know if Jod is dreaming with her. To me it could absolutely have happened and she is just dreaming of a memory. The narrator never says something out of place, except for calling him lord, and he only says Harrow. Everything else could be an actual event where names are "translated" to something that makes more sense to harrow, and the crossed-out names are not replaced because she has no idea what to replace it by

@racefortheironthrone:

My interpretation is that Harrow is semi-lucid dreaming Alecto's memories.

That's true, I guess, this could just all be Alecto's memory. But if John telling Alecto this story actually happened, I guess that means Alecto was not around to perceive it at all while it was happening?

@eye-lantern:

I do like that we can get a vague time frame and something more of John's religious background when says he went to Parachute when he was younger. So he's most likely a Millenial or Gen Xer (since it seems that festival was from the early 90s to 2014). Not sure that says anything deep about him, but I find it interesting.

Ahh, that part didn't mean anything to me, haha. That's interesting, though, I'd sort of expected this story to be happening further in the future than that, like the way he is describing people's thoughts about climate change don't really align with the way they are currently, I don't think, it feels like this is happening at a later date, and John isn't described as looking old in the story. Like, if John is Gen X, he'd be 40 at the absolute minimum right now, in 20 years from now he'd be 60+, and I had the impression that this had to be least like 20 years in the future

#the locked tomb #wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess #turtletotem #eye-lantern #racefortheironthrone

[gideonnavtheninth]

Only the best for the Third House. Strap in, I get real deep in research for the titles on the Third here!!

Okay, Mouth of the Emperor has always been interesting to me. It doesn't align as cleanly as the other titles for other houses usually do, but I'd guess it has something to do with either the fact that they're a super gossipy house on the surface level, OR … their cannibalism habit. Now, I'm not saying that this might have to do with John's whole Cannibalizing-The-Earth-To-Achieve-Lyctorhood deal but I'm not NOT saying that. Anyway, "The Procession" is a fun one. This is a REAL symbol heavy one, so keep all your hands and feet inside the ride. First and foremost, this (X) article held my hand through this whole infodump, so read it if you wanna see where I'm drawing my stuff from. So, I googled "The Procession", and was immediately graced with the title "PROCESSIONS, TRINITARIAN" which, putting a word that has to do with the number 3 in the same title as the thing I am researching for the third house is.... pretty good, honestly. Anyway, unlike other houses, the third house is REALLY really into the 3 thing. Like, okay, third house has 3 members show up, cool, not on the nose at all. In the bible, you have the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, which as far as I'm aware don't really map onto the third house members, but they DO tie into the running theme of three with the Processions. Likewise, "the Holy Spirit is depicted not only as a divine power but also as a divine "person" speaking though the mouths of the apostles" also has to do with the "Mouth of the Emperor" thing (Double Plus, it ties into why the sewn tongue was between a ninth house member, being the house of the sewn tongue, AND a third house member, mouth of the emperor! not to mention the tie between the ninth house is also pretty interesting when you think about how even numerically, nine is three, three times. Just saying) The article also brings up another running trinity theme

triadic formulas that entail both distinction and equality among the three divine persons (e.g., Mt 28:19; 2 Cor 13:13; Eph 2:18; 3:14–17; 4:4–6; 5:18–20; Rom 8:14–17, etc.)

The article generally talks about the theological debate that comes about having your one true god being 3 gods in a trench coat, and what that has to do with monotheism, which I'm sure someone could tie into the locked tomb but I'm looking more into exactly what's up with this whole "Procession" thing, and we have not yet gotten there. We will continue to not get there, because of course, there has to be something else I spot. Of course, it's minor this time. "The Legacy of Augustine, Thomas Aquinas, and Scholastic Theology." Okay, interesting. Augustine isn't even third house, but just a funny detour to have spotted. He always felt more Third house to me than Fifth house, but sure. Augustine pitches an interesting theory. Firstly, "the Lover, the Loved, and the Love" is really interesting and I would love to deep-dive on that, but I really feel like the "mens, intellectus, and voluntas" is the key thing here. I feel like you can map this onto Nona in a lot of ways, and not to get two books ahead of myself but the third is pretty prominent in NTN, just sayiiinggg....

Anyway, here we see something something procession all the way at the bottom. What's up with that, can we see finally what I was supposed to be researching this whole time? well...

I'm killing my brain with paragraphs of religious theory, but generally the procession ties into the concept of origination. It's separated into Transient Procession, a term existing outside what proceeds it (E.g. baker and his cookies) and Immanent (E.g. that story you want to tell that exists only in the confines of your brain). Now this is used to explain that the trinity is just products of the whole, that being the one god. I actually think there's a strong case to be made that this parallels Nona, Alecto, and possibly the Earth. All different states of the same being, in this case. I think you can probably tie in the resurrection beasts into this concept a lot too. We can also stretch this to mean the Third house is, in a way, either representative or tangibly an extension of the Emperor. And, this actually does have some substance when you think about the titles. All of the houses are SOMETHING of the emperors. Tangibly, they're his resurrected planets, but title-wise, they're his Strength, Mouth, Hope & Sword (curious that 4th house gets two and both the ninth house and eight house get none), Heart, Reason, and Joy. Of all of these, Fifth house and Third house are parts of him, his mouth and his heart. We also have the HANDS of the emperor, his lyctors. Everything else is either an emotional piece of the emperor, like his hope or strength, or they serve a physical purpose, being his sword or shield, or in the case of the Eighth and Ninth, both "keepers" (When we get to the Eighth, I'll circle back to this one) So it's possible we could specifically be seeing them as the Transient Extensions of "God" or John, as opposed to his Immanent Processions. Okay, procession other meaning is a lot simpler.

Now, we don't really see the third as a very orderly place, but it's entirely possible that they serve a purpose in order via a ceremonial force. They're probably the most amorphous in their necessity to John. We know he needs soldiers, we know he needs scholars, we know he needs warm bodies for the war, and we know he needs a spot to put his barbie vessel. But what really is the third to him? They aren't the masterminds of the sixth, but they're exceptional at blackmail, and information gathering. In this way, unlike any of the other houses, they're exceptionally skilled at keeping things IN line. This isn't the most conclusive answer, but it's the best I got. I'm sure there's a lot more here, but this is my surface level stuff! help me out here, drop your thoughts!

Crazy to believe we spent that long on just the MIDDLE title, but well, it wouldn't be the third house without an annoying amount of hidden complexity. Not to be outdone, the last title will have to garner it's own post! Still... Still on page 2 of the book. Hopefully the WHOLE reread isn't me writing paragraphs for every 3 words (... unless?)

#tltreread #gtnreread #tlt meta #the locked tomb #third house

[multifandomworldsposts]

We Met in Tampa PT 5

A/N: the Elvis movie plot but Y/N version!!

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

Warning: fluff, america burning to the ground, the colonel being an asshole ONCE AGAIN

Y/N POV

When Elvis came back from the Army he got in a movie and he wanted to get married so I invited my family to come up to Las Vegas, we had a hell of a time! Our wedding was perfect! I never seen my parents so happy for me in my life, they wanted my wedding day to be the best day that they can witness! Several months later, our beautiful daughter, Evelyn Presley came in to the world! My family would come up to Memphis to visit her and they would stay at Graceland when Elvis would do a movie.

Elvis got a lot of movie roles and he wanted me to go to the sets but I kinda got scared to because maybe the producers didn’t want me there because I’m too ‘distracting’ to Elvis.

His friends also known as, Memphis Mafia, they’re really nice but we would kinda get along sometimes. They always do dumb things when they would be at Graceland or at a movie set.

‘Dr. Martin Luther King jr., the apostle of non-violence in the Civil Rights movement, has been shot to death in Memphis, Tennessee.’

I already know that Elvis is crushed by this, I am as well, we watched his ‘I Have a Dream’ speech and it was inspiring, we support the Civil Rights Movement.

I hold Evelyn in my arms while Vernon is saying, “With the sale of the ranch and the horses, that’s gonna cover the payroll, but as for the security at graceland…” I look at Evelyn, looking sleepy as ever.

I listen to the radio hearing MLK news, Elvis walks up with Evelyn, I turn the volume up and I get closer to the both of them and says, “Memphis is burning.”

Elvis hands me Eve and I rock her gently and see John F. Kennedy talking about MLK. Elvis walks off to talk to the Colonel and I set Evelyn down in her little crib and walk up to Elvis and wrapped my left arm around him.

“We’ve seen “Elvis the Rebel, we’ve seen “Elvis the Movie Star.” 

Now we will see “Elvis the Family Entertainer.” I look at him then hear Jerry say, “And appliance salesman?” Elvis, the Colonel, and I look at Jerry and Elvis says, “What did you say? Listen, Jerry, I don’t need you to question me about how I support my family and every goddamn person here you understand stand me?” I look at Elvis walking away hearing, “Laugh it up, assholes.” He slams the door to his trailer.

I walk in the trailer to find Elvis and I see him with a radio, I lean on a wall to look at him, “Hi.” I said.

He turns the radio off. “Can I watch the memorial with you?”

“Yeah, baby.” He puts his right hand out for me to sit next to him.

“I’m so tired of playing Elvis Presley. Too many people rely on me.” I sigh, “I love you and your daughter loves you.” I whimper to him.

“We don’t care about the money or anything else. We just want you to be happy. You’re only really happy when you sing the music you love.” I kiss his forehead.

I look at the TV and hear “Mahalia Jackson, I used to hear her sing at East Street Church.” I look at him.

“That’s the music that makes me happy.” Elvis points at the TV, I keep on watching the memorial.

Elvis meets up with a guy name, Steve Binder, about his Christmas Special. Elvis tells me about what he’s going to do, and it’s not a christmas special, it’s something different.

I wait for Elvis to get ready for the small stage, he looks good in a leather suit. He comes up to me and gives me a kiss, I kiss him back. I hope this goes well for him. The audience starts to clap when he went up on the stage. Jerry took me to esclusive area to see Elvis better.

‘Well, it’s down at the end Of Lonely Town’

He’s like a new Elvis but the same Elvis like I saw him at Russwood Park. He starts to sing Hound Dog and I get the feeling I had back when we met. He’s still the amazing guy. Jailhouse Rock comes on, he does new moves I haven’t seen before.

“Bobby Kennedy has been shot!” We run in the green room to see the TV and everyone is silent. I start to shake a little. What’s happening in America? Elvis holds me close, I hug him. Steve turns the TV volume down and says, “Listen, I, uh…. I just want to say that…” I can tell he want to cry.

“We have to say something. You…” He looks at Elvis, “have to make a statement, E.P.”

“Mr. Presley doesn’t make statements, he sings ‘Here Comes Santa Claus.’ and wishes everyone, ‘Merry Christmas and good night.’ I hate the Colonel. He rubs me the wrong way. The Colonel shuts off the TV.

Jerry and I hear music so we go in the sounding room, it’s Elvis singing a new song, it sounds amazing.

‘Still, I am sure that the answer’s answer’s gonna come somehow’

I continue to watch, I’m in awe.

‘While I can talk while I can stand while walk while I can dream oh, please let my dream come true, oh right now’

I clap a little but I can see the Colonel looking pissed. I can tell that, that song is going to be huge.

#fanfic #austin butler #elvis presley #elvis the movie #baz luhrmann elvis #austin!elvis fluff #austin butler fluff #austin butler fanfiction #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #fanfaction #fanfiction #memphis mafia #elvis the pelvis

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

John the Apostle | In A Man's World | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: "Ever since I was a child, I asked God every day why He made me a girl."

Requested: Yes

Frustrated after being harassed, you vent to John about how the position of women has always frightened you, but he knows just what to say.

TW: Reader getting harassed by a group of men

Going out on your own has not been the best call, but you had told yourself that the errand you had to run was brief enough to do alone. In hindsight, you’d have done best to ask one of the Disciples as a chaperone, for the sun is already gone and most people have withdrawn themselves to their houses. 

Skittish, you make your way through the streets of Jerusalem, hugging the basket of eggs you had attempted to quickly fetch from the other end of the quarter closer to your chest. 

It had started with a shadow or two alongside some hushed whispers; at first you had brushed it off, told yourself it were just a few townspeople chatting amongst one another.

Knowing better now, you hasten in your step as male footsteps draw closer. The route you take is purposefully unusual, so when the presence behind you does not disappear, you know you are being followed.

You can feel their eyes drill into the back of your head - you just choose to ignore them. Wanting nothing more than to avoid confrontation and just get home to your friends who are waiting for their meal to be prepared, you tear on through the city.

“Hey, you there!” 

Alas, to no avail. The three men keep tailing you through the street.

“You with the blue veil! I know you heard me!” The footsteps quicken, but before you can get yourself into a running pace, one of the men has caught up to you. Before you can turn the corner, the stranger intersects himself between you and the wall, and you are forced to halt in your tracks. Your heart skips several beats in the worst sense of the word and your throat runs dry.

“What are you doing here all on your own?” 

“Leave me alone.” you whimper, trying to walk around him, but he blocks your path again.

“No can do.” the man retorts. “Why are you here all alone?” 

You dare to let your eyes go up to face him – pockmarked cheeks, no older than thirty, sallow-faced – and when he grins, a few teeth are missing. He stinks of fish and drink, likely just having been kicked out of The Hammer.

“I am on my way home, leave me be.”

His friends catch up to him, successfully trapping you. You nearly drop the basket of eggs and wonder in what way you could hit them the hardest with it. 

“She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” 

“Tsk, hands off, Melech. I saw her first, and we shouldn’t get into things too fast. Come on, girl, what is your name?”

You don’t respond, instead tense your jaw. 

“I asked you a question.”

“It is none of your business. Now step aside before my fiancé comes to find me, and you don’t want to mess with him.”

The two men behind you make mocking noises of feigned fear before chuckling darkly. The man with the missing teeth grins. “Is that a threat? If your little boyfriend really cared for you, he wouldn’t have let you go out alone, hm?”

You feel tears sting behind your eyes, and even though you attempt to blink them away at first, they escape regardless. Upon seeing them roll down your cheeks, the men laugh. 

“Look at that,” the toothless stranger quips. “What are you going to do, hm? Call on the Romans to help you out?” You flinch away when he tries to cup your face, pushing your hand forward out of pure instinct. It bumps into his chest rather pathetically and your breath hitches whilst the drunkard looks at it, raising an eyebrow as if not really processing that you had tried to hit him.

One of his friends appears to be more sober and grabs your arm firmly from behind.

“Don’t try anything funny, you. Should have known better than to walk the streets on your own after sundown, especially near the Red Quarter.” The way he hisses it into your ear makes the hairs of your neck stand on end and suddenly, you cannot stop the tears from freely flowing down your face. 

“Stop it, let me go!” A few curious faces peek from behind the drapes of a few houses, but nobody feels it to be their place to meddle. 

You feel a lump start to tighten your throat as your vision blurs even more than it already has. Is nobody coming to your rescue, then?

“Why don’t you come home with us?” the first guy slurs, “You’re such a pretty thing, and it would be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste–”

“Hey! Let her go before I’ll punch you!” 

John’s voice has never been more welcome, and out of sheer relief, you wrap a hand over your mouth to suppress the sound about to tear from your lungs.

Your betrothed quickly approaches and in turn the three men flee as they realise who it is: “Come on, Boaz, Melech, it’s one of Zebedee’s sons! Don’t want to mess with them!” As soon as they part from you, you immediately reach out for John, who opens his arms without question. 

You fall into him and he catches you, tears of fear and frustration running down your face. “Are you hurt?” John queries, “I know them from my days at The Hammer, I’ll go to their house and give them a piece of my mind–”

“I’m fine.” you whimper, holding onto him tightly. “They didn’t do anything. I’m just shaken a bit and… Very happy that you’re here.”

Guilt flashes through John’s face, barely visible through the darkness of night. His brow darkens. “It makes me feel sick to know that they tried to do things to you against your will. I…” His eyes glitter with tears, “I’m so sorry, my love. I should not have let you go get those eggs alone.”

You shake your head, your bottom lip trembling as you cup his face. “No–No, John, it’s okay, I’m okay. You couldn’t have known and I insisted on going alone. It’s not your fault.” 

John’s jaw tenses. “Still, I should have protected you.”

“And you have.” you breathe, “Praise Adonai that you decided to come look for me. Thank you.” 

For a long moment, you look at one another, both with wry smiles and unkeen to let your minds wander what could have happened if John had left mere minutes later. Suddenly, your gaze hardens, your body tensing up. 

“The people of the village… They just peeked out of their drapes and did nothing. Nothing. As if I didn’t exist. And–And I get it, many want to avoid confrontation, we’ve got enough conflict going on with the Romans about but… It’s not easy, you know. Being a woman, I mean. They just don’t care!”

John gulps and looks at you with a furrowed brow, not really knowing the right words to say. You don’t blame him for it. 

“I’ve always imagined myself in one of their positions when I was younger,” you sigh, wiping dry your cheeks. John quickly takes that job out of your hands by thumbing your tears away. “Being a timid housewife and nothing more. It’s what my eema always told me I’d be.”

Your beloved hums and smiles softly. “You’re more than that, my love,” he whispers. Your lips quirk upwards and you momentarily stare off into the distance, gathering your thoughts. 

“You know that our culture works like this. A woman’s job is to be a good housewife and carry enough children. And I love our people, I truly do. But I suppose that… Now that we’re at Jesus’ side, it is almost as if I see things from a new perspective. I’m not saying that it is necessarily wrong to want to build a family, but… It’s not all there is to life, right?”

Cupping your cheeks, John inspects your face. “I think we’ve experienced that way more than many, (Y/n), that life is more than building a family. It is about building a Kingdom as well.” 

You smile and nod against his palms. “Hm, yes,” you murmur, “But I am a woman helping to build a Kingdom in a world predominantly ruled by men. It is quite frustrating, if I may be honest.”

“I understand.” John says, “Some things must be difficult for you. Rules about cleanliness, about authority, about parenthood. I can barely imagine what it must be like.”

Humming in agreement, you momentarily close your eyes. “Jesus sends us out to spread the Word of God, that the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. I just feel like… Like what I do does not truly matter. Don’t get me wrong, Jesus has never made me feel that way. Quite the contrary, actually. But still, my heart is so confused sometimes. Does that make sense?”

“I think it does,” your beloved tells you, although there is some uncertainty in his voice. Once you pick up on it, you decide to elaborate further, not holding it against him. 

“We are the youngest of the group, right?” you query, and he nods in response. “Well,” you continue, “Sometimes I feel like I’ve had to grow up faster than I would have liked.”

John slowly shakes his head, not really sure what you mean with that. “Please, tell me more, but… In the meantime, let’s walk home, okay? Otherwise we will catch a cold or have the others worry about us.” He takes the basket of eggs from you and you start walking towards the home the rest of the group is currently at, enjoying a few moments of quality time together as you empty your heavy heart to him.

“In this world, it is difficult being a woman, John.” you sigh, “Even here, at the side of the Messiah. Not that He is the reason for these sentiments, and not because of the other followers acting strangely towards me or any of the other women, but just… Men in general. My eema always warned me about men like that.” You vaguely gesture behind you, referring to the guys who had just tried to get you back to their place. “About men who don’t see women as equals but rather as their inferiors. As vessels to bring forth offspring.”

John swallows thickly, his throat feeling tight. He had never known that you struggled so much with this. 

“So my eema always said that I should guard myself against them. That I should get married quickly and always have someone nearby to protect me. It’s stifling, John.”

He halts, sudden tears prickling behind his eyes as he mulls over the words. “Do you mean that you don’t want to marry me? That you do it because your eema told you to–”

“No, that is not what I meant with that,” you cut him off, “Sorry, I just worded that a little strangely. I’m so honoured and content that I get to marry you. Never had I ever dreamt about running into someone as lovely as you, I…” You blush and look at your sandals for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I just sometimes… Ever since I was a child, I asked God every day why He made me a girl. And now that the Messiah is here, and I am at His side, I have realised that this question from my childhood is still there no matter that I am in my twenties. My eema has always had that effect on me, I suppose, and it seems that I cannot outrun her influence even though I no longer live at home.” 

John does not really know the right words to say. Instead, he puts down the basket of eggs and takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. “(Y/n),” he says, “Thank you for being so vulnerable with me. I didn’t know that you feel this way, and I’m glad that you told me. Together, we can find a way for you to heal from this. Consider talking to the other women about it, how they deal with this, because you are not alone. We could even involve Jesus if you want to. I love you, (Y/n), I truly do. Let’s get through this at your own pace, okay?” 

You thickly swallow. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You never are.” he reassures you, pulling you into a hug. You bury your face against his chest and hold tightly onto the green fabric of his tunic, inhaling deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you murmur into his neck, relaxing a bit. “Thank you for listening to me.”

John caresses gentle circles over your back and holds you for a bit longer before pulling away, cupping your face in his hands. “Hey,” he whispers, and you try to smile, for you are obstructed by the way he gently squeezes your cheeks, “You’re cute.”

He presses a soft kiss against your forehead and you giggle at the feeling, flushing pink, considering yourself blessed with an understanding spouse-to-be like him. John releases you and takes the basket of eggs, raising a playful eyebrow. 

“How about I race you home?”

Your smile grows. “You mean to run home?”

He nods, his curls slightly bouncing at the movement, and you let out an amused sound, not even giving him a chance to mention the basket of eggs before darting off, chuckling at the sound of him accusing you of cheating for he had not yet given the sign to go, and with your laughter bouncing off the walls in the street, John eventually manages to catch up.

Even though he is a fast runner and very competitive at that, he lets you win this time around.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #chosen x reader #john the apostle x you #john the apostle x reader #the chosen john #the chosen john x reader #the chosen fanfiction

[ghostsmp3]

THE CHOSEN - 2x01 "Thunder"

I was in His inmost circle. He loved me.

#don't think the show about jesus is supposed to make you wanna scream into a pillow but here we are #non christian friends please look away i am going through something so personal #the chosen #the chosen tv #john the apostle #the beloved disciple #jesus #jesus x john #george xanthis #jonathan roumie #christianity #religion

[multifandomsofficial]

THE CHOSEN MASTERLIST

Reader dying in childbirth headcanons⚡

John x a very mysterious reader🦄🤟

Exploring Andrew's character⚡

Some disciples being sick⚡

Fisherman x reader that can't swim🦄⚡

Apostles being jealous⚡

Andrew trying to confess🤟

Miscarriage headcanons⚡

John x reader x rude cocky guy🤟

John finds reader hurt in the street🦄🤟

Angry reader⚡

Apostles walking in on you changing⚡

Some apostles comforting stressed reader⚡

Some apostles realizing they're in love⚡

Apostles sleeping positions🦄⚡

Jealous Little Thunder🤟

Judas' Betrayal 🦄🔥

Ramah and Mary friend group⚡

Younger sister of the Sons of Thunder⚡

Reader gets nightmares ⚡

Simon Zee protecting his wife

#marvelfandomsofficial

[thechaosghost]

fredrick the great shipped jesus christ x john the apostle. do with that what you will

#thechaosghost #history #fredrick the great

[catierambles]

Apostles Ch.3

Pairing: August Walker x Angela Warren (OFC)

WC 1073

Warnings: None

no asked to be tagged in it, so no one is being tagged. Lemme know if you want that to change

She was still sitting at the computer when he emerged from the bedroom, metal music at a low volume coming over the speakers.

“Everything okay?” She asked and he nodded.

“Confirmed it with a contact I have in the Apostles.” August said and she looked at him, “He backed it up. I’ve got a death mark on me.”

“You tell him to pick up sticks?” She asked but he shook his head.

“Either he’s in on it, in which case I don’t care what happens to him, or he’s not and he’ll be dead by morning no matter what he does. Either way, it's not my problem.” August said and she nodded, looking back at the screen. “Three years. For three years I’ve been working on trying to uncover John Lark’s identity.”

“Must have been getting close, if they got nervous about it.” Angie said, “You ever have any suspects?”

“Ethan Hunt.” He said and she looked at him again with an incredulous look.

“The IMF guy?” She asked, “Your mission, should you choose to accept it…that guy?”

“How do you know about the IMF?” August asked, “That is way above your pay grade.”

“I’m good at my job.” She said with a shrug, “Isn’t he Former Director Hunley’s favorite?”

“Yeah, and that’s what makes him the perfect candidate. He’s above reproach in Hunley’s eyes, but the amount of times he’s been kicked to the curb by the Agency has got to have made him bitter.” August said.

“You want me to dig into it? If “John Lark” put the hit out on you because you were getting close to revealing him and we shine the light on him first, it might get them to back off.” Angie offered but he shook his head.

“Lark is only half the problem, Solomon Lane is the other.” He said, “We take out Lark and Lane will just keep it going. According to my contact, the reason for the mark is I’ve been a little too good at getting rid of their lackeys.” August said and she nodded. “The only way to get the mark removed is to take out the death squad they sent after me. Like most terrorist organizations, they work with independent cells, so if one gets compromised, the others are still in the clear. However, if we get rid of the cell they assigned to my mark, it’ll send a message to Lark and Lane to back off unless they want to lose more people.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Angie asked.

“Violently.” August said, “Take them out with a show of force so strong that it makes them rethink assigning anyone else.”

“So shock and awe?” She asked, “Rapid dominance?”

“Have to find them first.” He said, “Without letting them find us. Can’t control a battlefield if you don’t know where it is.”

“And that, good Sir, is where I come in.” She said and pushed away from the desk, rolling across the floor, “Route everything you have on Lark, Lane, and the Apostles through my shadow server and to here, then I’ll put my waders on and jump in.”

“I don’t have much.” He admitted, looking somewhat sheepish and she gave him a look.

“You didn’t keep detailed records.” She said and he shook his head, “Oh my god, Walker, this is Moscow all over again.”

“Hey! Moscow was not my fault! You’re the one who had incomplete intel!”

“Excuse me? My intel was solid thank you very much, it’s you who went off half-cocked and nearly got yourself found.” Angie said, “If I hadn’t found that old Soviet bunker for you to lie low in, you would have been in front of a firing squad come morning! Then where would you be, Mr. Sexy Pants? Dead, that’s where.”

“Mr. Sexy Pants?”

“Shut up.” Angie said and he snorted, “Just…give me what intel you do have and I’ll sort it out from there.” He went over to the computer, transferring the files and backing away with a gesture, watching her scoot back in front of the computer and starting to go through it. “Jesus Christ, Walker. Do we need to have another talk about your lack of communication and intelligence retention?”

“Does that mean you’re not going to be able to use it?”

“No, I can use it, I’ll just need to do some deep diving to fill in the massive gaps.” She said and he pulled a chair over, sitting down next to her. “What?”

“You’re afraid of the dark, huh?”

“Shut up, lots of scary things live in the dark.” Angie said, “Demons, monsters,” A pause, “Clowns.”

“Clowns?”

“You can blame Stephen King for that one.”

“Curry or Skarsgard?”

“Curry.”

“Correct answer.” He said and she snorted, going back to what she was doing and he watched her. He’s never seen her go over intelligence before, having only met her recently in person. She was adorable, with her chin in her hand and her fingers curled against her lips, a small furrow to her brow as she read over the data.

“Help you?” She asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re kinda looking at me like you want to jam your tongue down my throat again.”

“Again?”

“Well, not quite again, but you got real close to it a couple hours ago when you thought I was some chick trying to make her boyfriend jealous.”

“I didn’t hear you complain.”

“It was in my…top 10 of good kisses.” Angie said.

“Top 10?”

“Okay, maybe top 5.” She said, “The mustache keeps it from being in my top 3.”

“I like my mustache.”

“I like your mustache too, but it didn’t feel one-hundred percent great on my upper lip.” She said and he scowled, but didn’t say anything. “Question for you, though.”

“Shoot.”

“Your Angie, huh?” She asked, a small smirk on her face and he gave a small, embarrassed smile.

“Yeah, my Angie.”

“When did that happen?”

“I don’t know. Some time over the past year you went from Analyst Warren, to Angela, to Angie.” August said, “Then, somewhere along the way, I started thinking of you as “my” Angie.”

“Interesting.” She said.

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Am I ”your” August?” He asked and there was some silence before she smiled softly, looking over at him briefly.

“Yeah, Walker, you are. “ She said, “You’re my August.”

“Interesting.”

#henry cavill #august walker #apostles #my writing #is he manipulating her? #he's 100% manipulating her

[oceanic-sunsets]

I know many fandom theorists have talked about the religious imagery in ST, but I haven't seen an analysis on this particular subject. If there is, I would LOVE to read your interpretation, please link me, because it gave me a headache for a while!

I want to talk about this shot:

We know Suzie's house is full of religious pictures and statues, but this particular picture on the wall immediately caught my attention because it aligns with the characters so well. Suzie is in front of Jesus. And everyone else, well. There are two interpretations I can think of.

The first one, the one you immediately would think about if you recognize the painting: Will is in front of Judas.

If you're not familiar with religion, the last supper is a painting that represents Jesus's last meal, which he shared with his apostles before he was betrayed, arrested, and crucified.

Here's a reference:

As someone who grew up in a very catholic family and was taught religion in school, I remember one of the first facts we learned is that Judas betrayed Jesus (He also kisses Jesus's cheek, but that's another story).

There are several interpretations of his betrayal and why he did it, but all we need to know is that if Judas hadn't betrayed Jesus, God's prophecy wouldn't have been fulfilled.

When s4 first came out I wasn't on tumblr, but I was lurking on Twitter, and many people pointed out Will was placed in front of Judas, and there was concern about what this could mean, some even suggesting Will's villain arc or another possession.

But we know Will having a villain arc is not happening, it's the opposite of what his arc is about. He's Henry's foil, he represents good and kindness despite everything that has happened to him.

But you know WHO thinks of himself as some sort of God, and thinks he can just Do and Undo the world as he pleases, as he thinks would be best? Exactly, Henry!

This made me think of of theory #1: Will playing double agent, making Henry think he's on his side, "joining" him, but ultimately betraying him. I haven't thought about the details of how this would work out (especially in the long run) without Henry noticing, but I don't think it would be off the table.

And now another interpretation.

So, yeah, Will is very obviously on the left, and if you see the painting behind them and have some sort of religious knowledge, you know that's where Judas is placed. That's the first thing you'd think of.

However, giving it more thought, you could also interpret it as Will being placed in front of the apostle John. Also, did you know apostle James and John were brothers? have you noticed where James is in the painting? he's on the right, just like Jonathan:)

James was the first apostle to die. He died a martyr. John was the only apostle to risk staying with Jesus when he was crucified, and Jesus asked him to look after his mother when he died. And so he did. After Mary died, it is said that John:

"After Mary’s death John, maybe still learning his trade, spent a lot of time with St Peter, who was the rock on which the church was founded.  According to Scriptures he was with St Peter at the healing of the lame man in the Temple and was also thrown into prison with Peter. He also went with Peter to Samaria and then on missions elsewhere." x

Peter is VERY close next to John in the Last Supper painting, even more so than Judas. Just like Mike is next to Will, to his left.

Take that as you will! I could write theory #2 with that info in mind, but honestly i'd be just rambling because I haven't given that one a lot of thought. I just found it interesting and it might interest some people on here but I'm not saying I 100% believe that's going to happen.

@wibble-wobbegong i hope it's ok to tag u i have seen u talk a lot about religious metaphors/imagery so this might interest you!

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #stranger things analysis #jonathan byers #henry creel #feel free to add stuff #for this one i dont know what im saying #just pointing out religious facts #dont take me too seriously

[free-for-all-fics]

Obscure Characters List - Male Edition

Obscure Characters I love for some reason. (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why.

A

Abraham Alastor/Anthony Clarke (Dark Pictures Little Hope)

Adam (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Adam (Hallmark Frankenstein 2004)

Al Capone (Night at the Museum)

Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak)

Alec Fell (Nancy Drew, The Silent Spy)

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream)

Amphibian Man/The Asset (Shape of Water)

Anthony Walsh (Blood Fest)

Anton Herzen (Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box)

Ardeth Bay (Mummy series)

Armand (Queen of the Damned 2002)

Armando Salazar (Pirates of the Caribbean 5)

B

Barnaby (Sabrina Down Under)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Baron Meinster (Brides of Dracula)

Beast/Hank McCoy (X-Men, Kelsey Grammer version)

Beast/Prince (Beauty and the Beast 2014)

Ben Willis (I Know What You Did Last Summer)

Bernard the elf (Santa Clause series)

Black Phillip (The VVitch)

Blade (Puppetmaster series)

Bughuul (Sinister 1 and 2)

C

Caliban/John Clare (Penny Dreadful)

Captain Frederick Wentworth (Persuasion)

Captain James Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

Cedric Brown (Nanny McPhee)

Christian Thompson (Devil Wears Prada)

Colonel William Tavington (The Patriot)

Cornelis Sandvoort (Tulip Fever)

Crown Prince Ryand'r/Darkfire (DC comics/Teen Titans)

D

Daniel Le Domas (Ready Or Not)

Death (Final Destination series)

Dimitri Allen (Professor Layton and the Unwound Future)

Dimitri Denatos (Mom’s Got a Date With a Vampire)

Dustfinger (Inkheart)

Dr. Alexander Sweet/Dracula (Penny Dreadful)

Dr. Gregory Butler (Happy Death Day 1 & 2)

Dr. Manhattan (Watchmen)

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)

E

Edward Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003) 

Edward Mordrake (Urban Legend/American Horror Story Asylum)

Edward/Eddie “Tex” Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3)

Elemer of the Briar (Elden Ring)

Erik Carriere (Phantom of the Opera 1990)

Ethan (Pilgrim 2019)

F

Father Gascoigne (Bloodborne)

Faustus Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Fegan Floop (Spy Kids trilogy)

Fox Mask/Tom (You’re next)

G

George Knightley (Emma)

Ghost/Mitch (Haunt 2019)

Godskin Apostle (Elden Ring)

Godwyn the Golden (Elden Ring)

Gold Watchers (Dark Deception)

Greg (Bodies, Bodies, Bodies)

Grim Matchstick (Cuphead)

Gurranq Beast Clergyman (Elden Ring)

H

Henry Jekyll/Edward Hyde (Broadway, Rob Evan version)

Henry Sturges (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Hugh Crain (Haunting of Hill House, the book and 1963 film. Not the Flanagan show or 1999 movie remake)

Hugo Butterly (Nancy Drew, Danger by Design)

I

Ingemar (Midsommar)

J

Jack Ferriman (Ghost Ship)

Jack Worthing/Uncle Jack (We Happy Few)

Jafar (Once Upon a Time, not the Wonderland spin-off)

Jan Valek (John Carpenter’s Vampires)

Jefferson "Seaplane" McDonough/Alex (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter (Arkhamverse! Video Games)

Jester (Puppetmaster series)

John (He’s Out There)

Joseph “Joey” Mallone (Blackwell series)

Juan (The Forever Purge)

Juno Hoslow, Knight of Blood (Elden Ring)

K

Kalabar (Halloweentown)

Kenneth Haight (Elden Ring)

Killer Moth/Drury Walker (Teen Titans)

King Paimon (Hereditary)

L

Lamb Mask/Craig (You’re next)

Lamplighter (The Boys)

Launder Man (Crypt TV)

Lawrence “Larry” Gordon (Saw series)

Loki (Apsulov: End of Gods)

Lucifer (Devil’s Carnival 1 & 2)

M

Magic Mirror (Snow White 1937/Shrek)

Man in the Mask (The Strangers)

Manon (The Craft)

Man-Thing (Marvel’s Werewolf By Night)

Marco Polo/Merman (Crypt TV)

Marcus Corvinus (Underworld series)

Markus Boehm (Nancy Drew, the Captive Curse)

Mephistopheles (Faust’s Albtraum)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne)

Miquella (Elden Ring)

Mirror Man (Snow White and the Huntsman)

Mr. Crow/Aldous Vanderboom (Rusty Lake series)

Mr. Le Bail (Ready Or Not)

Mr. Slausen (Tourist Trap)

N

Nigel Billingsley (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Night’s Cavalry (Elden Ring)

Nothing (The Night House)

P

Pazuzu (The Exorcist)

Pierre Despereaux (Psych)

Prince Anton Voytek (Vampire 1974)

Prince Escalus (Romeo and Juliet, no particular adaptation)

Prince Quartus (Stardust)

Prince Septimus (Stardust)

Professor Petrie/Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera 1962)

Peter Quint (Turn of the Screw, the book and maybe some other adaptations. Not the Bly Manor Flanagan show.)

R

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow)

Rene Belloq (Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Roland Voight (Hellraiser 2022)

Ronin (Star Trek)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Rusty Nail (Joyride trilogy)

S

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow)

Silver Surfer/Norrin Radd (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer)

Simon Jarrett (SOMA)

Sir Lancelot (Night at the Museum 3)

Sportacus (LazyTown)

Starscourge Radahn (Elden Ring)

STEM (Upgrade)

Sutter Cane (In the Mouth of Madness)

T

Thantos DuBaer (Twitches 1 and 2)

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgment)

The Babadook (The Babadook)

The Black Knight Ghost (Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed)

The Curator (Dark Pictures Anthology)

The Designer (Devil’s Carnival 2)

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest/Professor Joel Barash/Steven Verdel (Wishmaster series)

The Faun (Pan’s Labyrinth)

The Fox (The Little Prince 1974)

The Jester (The Jester, A Short Horror Film series)

The Kinderfänger (Crypt TV)

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács (Dead by Daylight)

The Look-See (Crypt TV)

The Man (Carnival of Souls)

The Merman (Cabin In The Woods)

The Metal Killer (Stage Fright 2014)

The Mirror (Oculus)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Other (Hellfest)

The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

The Projectionist (Pearl)

The T-1000/Cop (Terminator 2, Terminator Genisys)

The Tall Man/The Entity (It Follows)

The Thing (The Thing 1982)

The Torn Prince/Royce Clayton (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

The Torso/James “Jimmy” Gambino (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Thomas Alexander “Alex” Upton (TAU)

Tiger Mask/Dave (You’re Next)

Tommy Ross (Carrie, 1976)

V

Valak (The Conjuring)

Valdack and his real world counterpart (Black Mirror)

Van Pelt (Jumanji 2)

Venable (Wrong Turn 2021)

Viktor (Underworld series)

Viktor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale (Once Upon a Time)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

W

Wade Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)

Wildwind/Dark Skull, Stormy Weathers, and Lightning Strikes (Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire)

“William”/The Headless Figure (Crypt TV)

William "Billy" Butcherson (Hocus Pocus 1 and 2)

X

Xenan the Centaur (Xena Warrior Princess)

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