#*chants* BILL BILL BILL BILL

[chippedcupwrites]

(inspo.)sans

[universetopieces]

So you’re gonna hold me hostage until you book me a part? That’s not the way it works. We’re talking about me here. That could take years.

BARRY — 3.02 “limonada”

[rustbeltjessie]

Reckless Chants #27: to resist despair

A text-heavy zine with some collages (+ a comic and a pull-out centerfold), Reckless Chants #27 includes pieces about growing up as a queer punk in a mid-sized Midwest city, favorite bands, old friends lost and found, Wisconsin and Chicago, disappointment and sadness, resisting despair, still believing in punk after all these years, and so much more. 52 pages, half-letter size. $5+$3 shipping (w/in the U.S.).

Available for purchase via:

ko-fi.com / rustbeltjessie

paypal.me / rustbeltjessie

Venmo: @ JessieLynnMcMains

If you live outside the U.S. and would like to order a copy, or would like to pay some other way, please contact me at coeur.de.fantome @ gmail.com. Also, if you run a shop or distro and would like to sell this zine (or any other zines I have available), I offer bulk/wholesale prices—please contact me!

[boxwinebaddie]

not me on the brink of a manic ep staring at the bleach and 40 volume developer like it's a beautiful woman

[sydsaint]

Ahem.

MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT

[bangkaching]

Bog bog bog bog

[purpleturtle9000]

casey putting on a bill nye dvd and donnie flying through the lair at a speed previously unknown to mere mortals to watch with him

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

From Amy/See the very interesting and beautifully written article below regarding the connection between Buddhism and St. Patrick.

[Red Pine (translator) :: Bill Porter (author)]

* * * * * *

In Christian lore, Patrick became the deer when he first returned to Ireland. After lighting the paschal fire in defiance of the tribal chieftain, he sang his protection song, often called "The Deer's Cry," and became a deer, binding himself to all the powers of creation and culminating in Christ:

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ at my right, Christ at my left, Christ in the fort, Christ in the chariot-seat, Christ in the mighty stern.

The Buddha's great protection song, the Metta Sutta, has the same encircling power given in a similar context of spiritual conflict. A group of monks settled in a forest for a retreat and the spirits tried to drive them away. The Buddha's encouragement wasn't enough so he bestowed on them a paritta protection chant. They made relatives with the spirits, who accepted and even began to protect them.

Radiating kindness over the entire world: Spreading upwards to the skies, And downwards to the depths; Outwards and unbounded, Freed from hatred and ill-will. Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down

Catholics might see the Buddha as an "anonymous Christian," someone perfected by God's grace though never having learned of Jesus. Buddhist might see Patrick as a Bodhisattva, one that defers entry into Nirvana to pray for the happiness of all living beings.

I'll leave that debate to the side, for in them both I see the Deer: the essence of the spiritual journey and its connection to land, radiating compassion above, below, and all around.

[Saint Patrick and the Buddha]

[mg-and-eli-of-the-world]

8/21/2022

Tfw that kid who came from public school starts talking about Some Guy You Don’t Know and you learn that he is an EVIL MAN and the teacher puts on a creationist documentary for the remainder of the class period

[fallout-lou-begas]

also yay big bill on the mic :)

[theteapotofdoom]

Shigaraki mutuals, I’m so sorry for giving you all so much Bill Hader posting these days, but in my defence, you should all really really really watch Barry.

[queenofbaws]

Coming in early with yet another lyric challenge for you the next time you write some sentences! And as always, hope they bring you some inspiration 😘

'Damned if I do

Damned if I don't

Damned if I will

Damned if I won't

Doomed if I try

Doomed if I fail'

There were a great many reasons he kept his trips into town to a minimum; those reasons ran the gamut, of course, a man was allowed to have his sticking points after all, but the faces pasted up in the shop window wiped each of them out one by one until they were the only two that seemed to matter.

Missing posters weren’t a strange sight in Blackwood County, nor were they usually something he wasted more than a few seconds glancing over before huffing and continuing on his merry way, but those two...those two were something different, all right. It wasn’t just their names, wasn’t just their big sad doe-eyed expressions, wasn’t just any of the normal bullshit - it was that he’d been there, had touched that girl’s hand...

It was that he’d seen them fall.

He ran the numbers in his head, switching the plastic bags full of groceries from one hand to the other as his arms went tight, and he didn’t like what he came up with: If they had died in that fall (and he prayed they had), there wouldn’t be anything left of them, cached away as they were in the belly of the beast; if they hadn’t died (and again he prayed that they had), there...well, there still wouldn’t be anything left of them, nothing that’d be recognizable, anyway.

When finally he found he could tear himself away from the posters, his eyes burned from the wind and his fingers tingled with a blood-itch equal parts resignation and exhaustion - it would’ve taken a maniac, a real sorry and stupid sonuvabitch, to go poking around the Washington girls’ graves, and as anyone with half a working brain could tell you, that described Jack Fiddler to a goddamn T.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[likealemontm]

“there’s something wrong with me.” Thea @ Bill :))

“thea?” bill’s heart was racing as he looked at his daughter. what was wrong? he was about to go into a full panic until he examined her. nothing physically wrong with her. his lips pursed into a thin line before he knelt down in front of her ; grabbing her hands as he looked up at her. “is it about a girl?” he whispered before a small smile graced his features. “you know.... me and your uncle ted... we love your moms but... we also love each other. and there isn’t anything wrong with that, yeah?”

[horizonandstar]

man i dont wanna do any of this anymore. can someone just put bill nye on the projector and close the lights

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Bill Nye the Science Guy was my science teacher. When he came into class we'd all chant, "Bill Bill Bill" but also, "Science Science Science". Then one day I went to class and Bill wasn't there and it turned out he was fired. I found his apartment in a massive monolithic block and we had a heart to heart chat. He broke down into tears saying, "I really liked being your science guy".

[whysamwhy123]

Everything Ricky does is PERFECT.