#Conversation with the Donkey

[lifeinpoetry]

What I write then knows neither limit nor hesitation. Without censorship. Between night and day. I receive the message. I receive without trembling.

—  Hélène Cixous, from "Conversation with the Donkey,” Stigmata: Escaping Texts

[artandthebible]

The Meeting of David and Abigail

Artist: Guido Reni (Italian, 1575-1642)

Date: ca. 1615-1620

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia, United States

Description

In this Old Testament scene, Abigail visits David’s camp to apologize for her husband who had insulted David and his soldiers. Pale and bowed with her eyes downcast, Abigail’s remorse is apparent. Even her donkey droops apologetically. David stands proud in his shiny armor and red flowing cape, but his face suggests tenderness - perhaps alluding to the end of the story when David and Abigail wed after her wicked husband dies.

1 Samuel 25:32–33

And David said to Abigail, “Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who sent you this day to meet me! Blessed be your discretion, and blessed be you, who have kept me this day from bloodguilt and from working salvation with my own hand!

[freshthoughts2020]

[gauntletqueen]

[wordsmusicandstories]

G. K. Chesterton: “The Donkey” 

G.K. Chesterton (Gilbert Keith) was an English author and lay theologian who created the fictional priest-detective Father Brown.Known for his love of turning ideas inside out, he was often referred to as the “Prince of Paradox.”The following poem, The Donkey, was written in 1927, a few years after his conversion from Anglicanism to Catholicism. The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walkedAnd…

[bingobongobonko]

reminder to self i need to stop going to white spaces and merely mentioning certain things like. reads wrist, where i have scribbled notes upon notes. Race

[transmascchiato]

being latino means youll end up knowing some catholic lore you like it or not kinda like having a mutual from a different fandom on tumblr

as in i know i know some of that stuff but i cant tell if its actually canon or just a few assumptions i gathered from what was shoved on my face without a say in the matter

[redeemedbytheking]

tonight on: Lydia Notices Something New Every Time! i just noticed that when the headmaster & clothilde get the guys to dump out belle’s laundry barrel, you then see monsieur jean (aka mr. potts!) leading the donkey away off screen.

i never caught that before!! definitely makes me think that belle asked him if she could borrow his donkey. she probably didn’t say for what, because he probably wouldn’t have let her otherwise (but in a kinder way than others. probably just like are “you sure you wanna do that?”). but then when this whole commotion starts up, he looks sort of annoyed/embarrassed as he silently takes the donkey away. like ugh this is what happens when you get involved with the village weird girl🙄

[otsukare-katsukare]

do people still do HDM daemon aus. is that a thing people still enjoy thinking about, what animal would be a perfect representation of a character's soul to follow them around and bitch about their decisions?

[coolasakuhncumber]

Its been a year and a couple of days since the Voice Referendum and I still hold a lot of grief about the outcome.

11/10/24 edit - was driving through Rozelle for Friday Lunch Club today and saw a Yes23 poster on the front fence of a beautiful terrace and it had me feeling all kinds of ways.

[1moldysock]

The people saying vote blue no matter what are the biggest of frauds. Like brother our options are Nazi and a Nazi that says happy pride.

[simplysmitten]

You want to talk to me about "cars"?! The same thing that singlehandedly killed the carriage and cart industry?

I don't frecking think so.

[yoyomomiko]

☆ : They're jealous ×

characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace

cw: jealousy (is that supposed to be a warning??), probably ooc, cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(a/n): This is like, my first time writing for one piece characters specifically😀 I'm barely in Alabasta but I cannot wait until I finish one piece so that I can write for it😔 ACE IS A NEED UGH -> m.list

★requests are open!!

LUFFY

Luffy doesn't understand jealousy at first and will simply blurt out "Why are you talking to him so much?" without realizing it sounds possessive.

Believe it or not, he can get VERY possessive. You're pretty much just as valuable as his hat, you're his treasure.

That's right, his treasure.

So then, why are you talking to that donkey faced man? He's so ugly, why would you even bother wasting your breath speaking to him?

He'll cling to you like glue, throwing an arm around your shoulders or holding your hand tightly while pouting.

When Luffy's jealous he starts getting loud, making exaggerated jokes or showing off just to grab your attention.

Complains to the rest of the crew (probably Usopp or Nami), asking things like "Why does she want to talk to him when I'm right here?"

He completely interrupts your conversation with the other person by inserting himself, I just kinda feel like he'd do that.

WILL demand you sit next to him at meals and get grumpy if you sit by someone else.

He can't stay mad for long, the SECOND you give him attention, he lights up again as if nothing happened.

If the other person makes you laugh, he'll immediately try to one up them by doing something goofy, trust me, I know

He will casually lean on you or put his hat on your head as a possessive gesture (LUFFY THE MAN YOU ARE)

He's so childish

ZORO

Zoro acts nonchalant but is secretly FUMING inside when someone gets too close to you.

Glares daggers at the other person, making them incredibly uncomfortable without saying a word, he's just like that

Crosses his arms and stands near you as if silently asserting dominance (ugh I need him)

He gets extra grumpy with Sanji or anyone else he sees as competition, throwing insults their way.

He physically can't hide his annoyance and mutters things under his breath like "Tch, what's so interesting about him?"

If you laugh at someone else's joke he's gonna be like "It wasn't that funny."

I feel like he gets jealous if someone compliments you, but instead of complimenting you himself, he'll grumble like "You don't need to hear that from him."

WILL position himself between you and the other person, silently blocking them from getting closer.

I think he lowkey gets clingy after cooling down his jealousy, sticking close to you but pretending it's no big deal.

When you reassure him, he'll pretend it didn’t bother him, saying stuff like "Whatever, it's not like I cared." But deep down, he's RELIEVED.

SANJI

Lord have mercy

Sanji gets visibly jealous and is UNABLE to hide it with his dramatic reactions

He definitely calls the other person out immediately, saying things like "Why are you bothering her, huh?"

He tries to pull your attention back to him by showering you with compliments and affection.

He starts offering to cook your favorite dishes after that, just to make himself seem more worthy than moss head over there

If the other person is flirting, Sanji will step in and sweet talk to you SO passionately it makes the other person back off (simp power??)

He dramatically smokes while muttering "How could she look at someone else when I'm right here..."

Tries to outdo the other person in everything, just to show he's better

WILL ask you "Do you think he's better than me?" with puppy dog eyes

100% gets extremely competitive with Zoro (if it's him you're giving attention to) insulting him while trying to impress you

When reassured, he's back to his usual lovestruck self and saying "I knew you couldn't resist me, my angel!"

Sanji just wants to feel like he's your number one, and your affection always melts his jealousy away.

ACE

MY MAN UGHH

HE'S THE REASON I STARTED ONE PIECE IN THE FIRST PLACE

Anywayss

Ace tries to play it cool, but his temper makes his jealousy pretty obvious.

If someone flirts with you, he'll casually throw an arm around your shoulders and say "She's taken, by the way."

Speaking of throwing, he definitely picks you up and completely THROWS you over his shoulder. It doesn't matter how tall you are or how much you weigh, he ALWAYS manhandles you.

His freckles make it easy to spot when he's blushing out of jealousy or frustration (UGH😫)

He gets restless and starts fidgeting, for example bouncing his leg while watching you talk to someone else (is that my seat right there?)

Stares at the person with a smirk that doesn't quite hide his irritation, daring them to push their luck (you know that one scene in Alabasta where that giant scorpion was in front of him and Ace was like "I wouldn't if I were you" or something like that? Yeah, that's right🤭)

If someone compliments you, he'll immediately agree and add "Yeah, but I noticed that first."

UGH KICKING MY FEET😣

Can get surprisingly moody, muttering things like "What's so special about him, anyway?"

Might act a little childish, poking fun at the other person

WILL casually flex his strength or abilities if he feels the need to, like lighting a flame in his hand and saying "Bet he can't do this huh?"

If you reassure him or show him affection, he'll relax immediately, grinning and saying something like "Yeah, I knew you couldn't resist me."

And he's smirking at you with that stupid handsome face (I need him🚨)

★yoyomiko ★miko

[thereweredragonshere]

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Gobber must be so fucking fed up with Hiccup and Stoick at all times. Like he grew up with Stoick being a stubborn ass and then Stoick had a child who grew up and is also a stubborn ass.

I cannot imagine having to deal with one Haddock let alone two. Especially httyd1 era where they could barely even be in the same room as each other without there being audible cricket noises oh my fucking god. He would have been a permanent mediator between the two. Constantly listening to them complain about eachother (Which we do actually see in httyd1 funnily enough).

Them two actually beginning to fix their relationship after the red death must have been so great for him. Because yes his best friend and his sort of adoptive son thing are now actually engaging in healthy father son activities with one another but he also no longer has to deal with being sandwiched between two fucking donkeys that can't properly communicate.

But hahaha Gobber your torment doesn't end there. No no no you then have to deal with two of the most dramatic people in the archipelago (why does no one mention how dramatic Stoick is???) constantly wittering in your ear about different plans or inventions or wars and dragons and blah blah blah. You can never escape the incessant rambling of the two idiots you got cast to hell with. You will be forced to listen to a father and son that don't see any reasonable value in agreeing about things like 34% of the time and you will have to either pick a side or attempt to deescalate the awkward glances and frustrated sighs when they are forced to be around each other after a particularly bad episode of being unable to affectively have a conversation about their thoughts and feelings because they're both emotionally repressed and could both use some therapy.

Gobber has seen every single side of the relationship between Hiccup and Stoick and the whiplash from witnessing a heated argument about the meaning of existence itself in the morning and then watching as they joke and laugh about some random crap literally no one understands in the evening will probably end up breaking Gobber's psyche at some point.

That man's life was pain and suffering incarnate and it was purely the fault of the Haddock family.

[mercurial-chuckles]

The Time Thor Third-Wheeled

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count: 499 Warnings: Fluff | Mutual Pining | Friends-to-lovers trope | One searing kiss | Language | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. A/N: This teeny blurb is for the Valentine's Event Flash Fic! @avengers-assemble-bingo Thank you for hosting this fun event, guys! 🩷✨👏🏻 Prompt: Dinner Together. Gosh! It feels like ages since I wrote--I barely wrote anything all week with so much going on. Anyhoo, I’m glad I got this little blurb done, and look! I even managed to keep it under 500 words. 🙂‍↕️🫣 This is unedited, but I’ll edit it as soon as I can! Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! Banner credits to me. Picture credits to the internet. Honestly, the banner is just me thirsting over him. Dear heavens, he looks divine, doesn't he? Divider credits to buck-star Thank you, Sydney :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

"You lost your phone?" Bucky cornered you against your bedroom door, and you flinched under his angry gaze.

You were ignoring him, rightfully so, after you spilled your guts about your crush and asked him on a date this morning--only for him to just stare at you. So, you casually shrugged off the one-sided conversation after three minutes of silence and fled.

"What're you doing here?" You squeaked, flustered by the closeness. He smelled so good and looked so sinful, dressed in a crisp white shirt and slacks. He nearly gave you a heart attack when you opened the door earlier.

"The hell is he doing here?" Bucky asked, gesturing wildly at the closed door behind you.

When Bucky walked inside, greeted by Thor and your little party of pop tarts and pizza, he was pissed and dragged you to your bedroom to talk.

You explained that Thor was staying for a day or two after a rift with Jane, and the Valentine's Day decorations at the compound were making him sad.

Bucky sighed in relief, pulling you closer until you had to crane your neck to see him. God, he looked heavenly from every angle. You suddenly felt self-conscious and underdressed. In your loose, 'I don't give a rat's ass' t-shirt (with an image of a rat holding a donkey) and shorts, you looked weird before the fine-looking Adonis standing in front of you.

"Bucky..." you whimpered, as his one hand squeezed your waist, pulling you closer, while the other cradled your jaw and tilted your chin up.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he murmured against your skin, placing a soft kiss that made your heart race.

"I'm not..." you managed to say. He scoffed, raising his brow.

Bucky spoke, breaking the silence, "I've been mustering the courage to ask you out, but you beat me to it. Before I could even respond, you took off."

"What?" you squeaked.

He nodded, grinning shyly, and you narrowed your eyes, not quite believing him.

"Are you pitying me to save me heartbreak, Buck?" Before you could finish, he angled you and captured your lips in a soft kiss.

"You're stupidly oblivious, doll," he groaned against your lips, then kissed you harder, growling as he explored your mouth. You moaned, clutching his pristine white shirt.

He lifted you effortlessly, prompting you to wrap your legs around him as he pushed you against the door, deepening the kiss.

You could feel him hardening against you, making you moan lewdly into his mouth.

"I'm hungry." Thor's voice and violent knocks startled you.

Sighing, you tried to steady your breathing, placing a few kisses on Bucky's stubbled jaw.

"Thunder's hungry. Let's go eat some pizza. We'll get ice cream later," Bucky whispered before kissing you once more.

You never imagined your first date with Bucky would be you, him, and Thor eating pizza while binge-watching LOTR. Thor would go on to recount this story to many, including your baby girl a few years later.

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[whatswrongwithblue]

Imagine Angel Dust questioning you on your sex life with Alastor

Part 2

“C’mon toots, you gotta give me something!”

“I absolutely do not,” you say stubbornly, turning away from the spider demon but he just scooted closer to you on the couch, practically looming over you.

“Pleeeaaase. I can’t figure the guy out. He’s all flamboyant and goofy one minute and then terrifying and menacing the next. How does that translate in bed? Is he a bottom? A switch? A top?” Angel leaned impossibly closer, his voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone. “Does he let you peg him?”

“Angel!” you exclaimed, leaning over the side of the couch to get away, “that is really none of your business! And he would rip your arms off if he heard you asking such things.”

Angel Dust huffed, frustrated, and folded both sets of arms across his chest, practically pouting.

“This is just unfair. I tell you so much about my work, I don’t hold anything back.”

“I wish you would,” you mumbled, recalling the last disturbingly detailed conversation you were forced to listen to. You still shuddered when you thought about your friend participating in “sounding” or “donkey shows.”

“Alright, well you gotta at least tell me this much,” he said, sitting back up and holding two hands up in front of him. “How big is the guy?”

You shook your head, trying to pull out your phone and ignore him.

“This big?” he asked, holding his hands out about 8 inches apart. “Or this big?” His hands got a couple inches farther apart. “Or, I know, he’s gotta be like THIS big, huh?” Angel’s hands were now over a foot apart from each other.

“Oh my God, don’t be gross Angel, that wouldn’t even fit inside of me.”

“Okaaaaaay,” Angel said with a smirk, “so not as big as some of the Hellhounds I gotta take up the ass.”

“Please stop,” you groan, burying your face in your hands.

“Not until you tell me something juicy about your boyfriend.”

“Ugggghh, seriously, fine,” you say, defeated, and Angel sat forward eagerly, “I mean you’ve obviously seen him shape shift into taller forms. So, let’s just say . . . he’s as big as he . . . or I . . . want him to be.”

“Hmmmm,” Angel said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not a lot to go off of but I think I like your way of thinking. So, like this big then?”

You didn’t even look over to see how far apart Angel’s hands were now.

“What’s the record for how many times he’s made you cum in one night?”

“Angel, you said you would stop!” you yelled, feeling a blush begin to heat up your face.

“A lot huh? Because that, my friend, is the face of a woman who’s lost count,” he said with a knowing smirk.

“I am not dignifying that comment with a response.”

“I’m just sayin,’ I’ve seen you first thing in the mornings. You have the look of a gal who’s well satisfied.”

“Well, I am,” you say, “but that’s all decency will allow me to say. Alastor is a very private man and you should respect that.”

“Decency Schmeecency,” Angel said, throwing himself back into the couch cushions and picking up his own phone, looking bored with the conversation now. “This is Hell, there’s no such thing.”

Relieved he seemed to be dropping the subject, you pick up your own phone and enjoy a couple minutes of silence to scroll through your Sinstagram feed.

“Oh fuck me!” Angel exclaimed, startling you and making you drop your phone.

“What?!”

“That guy has got tentacles!”

There was no stopping the rush of blood to your face then . . . or the little smirk you just couldn’t seem to stop, though you did try and look away.

“Ooooooooh, oh doll face, you can’t hide that look from me,” Angel said, practically crawling over the couch to invade your space once again, “he has totally used those on you, hasn’t he?”

You turned to look at Angel, another retort about privacy ready on your tongue, but your eyes widen in horror as you see two shadowy tendrils raising up behind your friend’s back.

Angel registered the look on your face and sat back an inch.

“Wha-“

The tentacles grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him back to his side of the couch, and holding him down.

“I believe the lady said something about decency,” Alastor’s staticky voice said from somewhere behind the couch and then his shadow rose up from the ground before solidifying into the full glory of his demonic form. His body unnaturally long, antlers spread out wide, he towered over the spider demon he had pinned to the sofa.

“S-s-sorry man,” Angel said with a loud gulp, “I was just kidding around, you know,” he tried to chuckle nervously. “I-it was just girl talk.”

“Alastor,” you said, unbothered by your lover’s terrifying demonic appearance, “let him go. He’s harmless.”

“Hmmm,” Alastor said, tilting his head, eyes glowing brighter as he put on a show of considering the prey he had trapped in his tentacles. “Fine.”

Alastor dropped the tentacles from around Angel and within a blink of an eye, was back to his usual form, straightening his bow tie and brushing off the sleeves of his jacket.

“Ready for our lunch date?” you said, bouncing up off the couch and coming to stand by Alastor, who smiled down at you and looped an arm through yours.

“Sounds lovely, darling,” he replied, guiding the two of you around the back of the couch and towards the front of the lobby. “I’m positively starving.”

At the word “starving,” Alastor leaned over the couch, his glowing, toothy expression letting Angel know just how close he had come to being the cannibal’s lunch.

Angel sank deeper into the couch cushions in submission, eyes wide and fixed on Alastor, as the two of you headed for the front doors.

Alastor opened the door, but you paused after stepping through, grabbing the handle and shooting your friend a mischievous smile and wiggling your eyebrows in a suggestive manner at him. It was your own way of confirming his last line of questioning before Alastor had interrupted. You watched Angel’s jaw drop open and then closed the door, leaving him to his imagination.

Husk, who had been silently watching the entire thing from his place at the bar, began laughing.

“Yeah, he totally fucks her with those things,” he said, before taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Did you see the way she looked at them? She was almost jealous when he had you pinned to the sofa.”

“Jesus Christ,” Angel said, still panting a little. “Yeah, I don’t blame her. That was hot as fuck.”