#2k jcs

[raskti]

[a-cheerful-zucchini]

[a-cheerful-zucchini]

Jesus is the sacrificial lamb- killed for the sins of others for something where he is blameless.

Judas is the scapegoat- the one that all the sins are placed upon, and then forsaken to the wilds.

my fav thing about the 2000 production of Jesus Christ Superstar is that im pretty sure it's doing an Actual Heresy that is not actually usually in JSC but in a very low key way

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

The unresolved sexual tension between these two is what successfully keeps me up at night. Bro, just kiss each other already.(I'm sorry)

[a-cheerful-zucchini]

There’s a reason those two have matching outfit colours.

I love him your honor and there are still so many queer moments to edit.

[tittyinfinity]

My mother confuses the fuck out of me

[clemencetaught]

I wasn't sure if y'wanted them sent in today or tomorrow, BUT TO NOT MESS UP-- (you mentioned answering ic in the tags so yeeting these directly at Patrick >:3 sorry if they're too many omg)

Patrick (any verse)

What does it feel like when others depend on you, in one way or another?

Are you more prone to assuming someone needs you (in a service kind of way, for aid, for support-) or more likely to think they don't?

If psychics were 120% reliable and you could connect to those long gone… would you?

In which contexts are you more 'do as I say not as I do' and in which will you listen to your own advice?

Do you ever catch yourself growing… a little bitter, maybe, at people describing their comparatively 'mundane' problems? Is it envy?

Do you believe children should be shaped for the likeliest future or the future should be shaped for the children to come?

When is self-sacrifice acceptable?

When is hurting those you love acceptable?

in which the 54th victor of the hunger games gives an impromptu interview ( nosy questions for the birthday enby w/ @mythvoiced )

The tea cup is set on the saucer. Discreetly, Patrick slides his other hand into his pocket, where the synthetic patch on his palm wraps around his pocket knife– a habit of sorts, since he won his games. His pocket watch sits on the table, next to the saucier and on his lap, Sun has wrapped herself into a ball, her paws disappearing into the mass of orange fur. On the balcony outside his apartment in the Capitol, this is the only place Patrick knows he will be granted a modicum of privacy in the viper’s nest. 

The shadow of the balcony covers the upper half of his body. Sun keeps dozing on his lap, in the sun. 

Most times, when the questions are directed at him, they’re expecting an affirmative. Doesn’t matter if it’s coming from a District person or a Capitolite– they go to him for answers, first and foremost. And in the case of the latter, these questions are not questions so much as veiled demands. 

Ones that he must always accommodate, regardless of the nature of the demand. 

But these questions, this voice, is…well they seem genuinely curious. And the questions they’ve lobbed his way, they don’t seem to be expecting one correct answer.

Sun shifts on his lap. His leg vibrates from her purring. Patrick sighs, leaning back on his chair. “That…quite a lot of thoughts you have going on there, hm?” The knife stays in his pocket as he gently scratches the top of Sun’s head. “I’ll answer your second question first: people will always look out for themselves first. If they don’t think you’re useful, that you can contribute something good to their lives, then you’re dead to them, if they don’t kill you first. Make yourself indispensable to them and they won’t hurt you.” At least that’s what he tells himself– it’s easier to simply assume anyone who approaches him that they want something he can give them. “The younger victors will need someone to guide them anyway.” 

And even the ones who vehemently deny needing someone, anyone. Patience is always key in those instances– from Taiyang whom it took almost six years and his tribute’s sanity to finally approach Patrick to María, who still slaps away any hands offered, friend or foe. Ironically, he had to approach her first.  

“…I suppose I don’t think too much about that. If someone was asking for your help, you would be more caught up in what they’re asking, more than how you were feeling no?” A Trojan horse, he’s lobbed in their direction although he’s quick to revise: “...It scares me sometimes.” He confides, fingers pausing in their administrations on Sun’s head. Actually it scares him, a lot. “They’re…they’re relying on me to guide them to the best outcome and I want the same thing for them. I promise you, I really, truly do.” Whether it’s Hyuk, Devora, a tribute he’s been assigned to mentor, or any of the victors. And sometimes even the furball in his lap and yet– “But I…I can’t always guarantee that. But they still trust me, especially the younger ones.” The tributes from District Three– his tributes, the ones who take his hand, look up at him with wide eyes, clinging to every word, every gesture he makes as it will guarantee their survival. “Sometimes I think it would be better if they exercised more caution with me.”   

A smile, bittersweet, if not actually just bitter, graces his lips. He shakes his head though, chuckling at the next question. “...Forgive me, that’s quite a question you have there. ‘Psychics’... I don’t believe that’s information that just anyone, district or Capitol, can get ahold of–  although I have heard of some old religions still practiced in the districts so I suppose the knowledge and belief in such mediums is possible to get ahold of.” He stares down at his tea, the steam still rising. Even if it is a hypothetical question on a medium known to be more shoddy than reputable, he can’t help but pause. If they could contact those ‘long gone’; would that mean, if he asked them to, would he be able to speak to her one last time–

He shakes his head, eye catching his pocket watch, metal beaten and faded, the clock face wearing a crack down the right side. Still, it shimmers in the sunlight. “Even if I could, I…I highly doubt she would want to talk to me of all people.” If they hadn’t met, if they hadn’t fallen in love, she probably would still be alive. Tellessa’s family too. 

After all, he was the first person outside of Tellessa who knew about her forbidden books. “Wherever they are, it’s probably better than here.” Or at least he hopes it is for her. A place where life doesn’t have to be perfect, but it is…easier. A place for souls to rest at long last. If such a place even exists in the first place. He picks up his saucer once more, still careful not to jostle Sun on his legs. She’s taken to loafing now– he knows her eyes are closed even if her head dips every few seconds. But make no mistake, that does not mean she is unaware. Trusting of the one asking the questions. If it was just him, she would be stretched out, a white underbelly waiting for his hand to scratch kindly at the ceiling.

Perhaps the saying is true after all: like owner, like pet. Although Patrick would argue she’s more like Hyuk if anything.

“It depends on the circumstances,” he says as neutrally as possible. A vague answer for a hypothetical question, because that is truly it. “I suppose if one’s life was on the line, it would be better if they followed my lead, no?” 

Not that that’s stopped, those with rebellious tendencies from committing treason anyways. ( And unfortunately, he can name more than one. ) It is ironic in that manner– for someone who knows the system, knows how to work within the rules all, has spent years perfecting his craft in survival arts, it would make more sense to invest on those with similar goals. And yet here he is, worrying about the ones who are decided not interested in survival and therefore would spurn his advice at any given moments. “Not that…that following my advice has ever helped them make it through.” 

(His tributes. All thirty nine of them. No two games are ever the same, the gamemakers would never allow that. If the circus known as the Hungers Games must be reborn over and over again if it wishes to continue.)

He takes a sip of his tea, washing down the momentary displeasure. Or at least he thinks it will be only a moment long. “I suppose what a Capitol citizen would consider a ‘mundane issue’, as you put it, would differ from those of someone from the districts. The former does seem more inclined towards complaining if only to build comradery amongst one another. I’m just glad that they have such means to…channel their frustrations.” 

( It’s in times like those, where he wishes his temper could curdle, the way Devora’s does in the face of the Capitol Elite. How he wishes he could simply let her use the knife to silence those idle complaints. )

Patrick takes another sip of his tea. It burns in his throat. It’s bitter too– he must have let the leaves seep for too long. But the asperity doesn’t just settle on his tongue. “Are we talking about an ideal world or the one we live in now? Depending on who you ask this question to, you’re guaranteed to get quite…different answers.” A smile, as frigid as the shaved ice the Capitol serves as a delicacy during the games, crosses his lips. “Our great nation was built to provide safety and prosperity for the children. To serve them. Although whether the truth is actually the other way around will again, depend on who you ask. As a mentor to my tributes, I suppose…we can’t deny the reality in front of us, no?”

Sun yawns. He puts his tea down and idly, he scratches the underside of her chin and he feels her purring against his finger. “Are you sure you should be asking me that question? I would think there are more…suitable candidates for this question.” People like Hyuk, he means. People like María– the kinds who would gladly make sacrifices, give pieces of themselves for a cause. “Self-sacrifice won’t get you where you need to be– there’s a reason martyrs are only known after their death– they’re even given a chance to be known. Anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool. They’re only deluding themselves into believing they can make everything better. A…colleague of mine said it best: ‘a martyr works, a survivor works better’. If you want to truly help the ones around you, self-sacrifice will only get you so far.”

Or so Patrick claims. He can hear it though– the sound of Hyuk shouting at him to stop lying. The truth is, self-sacrifice, if it is for a tangible reason, is…well maybe it is not worthwhile, but it can be certainly respected, especially if this tangible reason is a human life. The Capitol will always wonder what spurred Patrick to hold his district partner’s hand even if it burned a hole through his skin, will always wonder why Taiyang insisted on protecting Link in the arena, will always wonder why, why, why would Devora so willingly serve as President Snow’s puppet even if it further severs her ties to the districts despite everything the games took from her.

They would never understand compassion in a dog-eat-dog world– self sacrifice.

“...However, I suppose, if there was truly a good reason to do so…well, I have yet to see it.”

( Like the promise of a better world. If there is even one that exists. )

His hand stops. Sun turns her head towards him, copper eyes watching him. “When do we not hurt the ones we love?” Perhaps the better question for him is: when is he not hurting the ones he loves? He saw it in her eyes and Hyuk’s too. And yet they forgave him, somehow, every time. If not for that, well…would there even be a reason to keep going? “That’s part of caring for someone, no? You are preparing for them to hurt you without retaliation.” He shakes his head, snorting. “I think the answer should be obvious, if it guarantees their well-being in the long run, I think that is a gamble to be considered. That being said–” 

Sun jumps off his lap and stretches, paws facing this curious passerby. Patrick crosses his legs, hands resting on his lap. A veneer, similar to the one he dons in the Capitol flashes through, even if he is not currently in his usual suit. “You wouldn’t want to be close with someone like me. I’ve been known to have…a reputation of sorts. One of burning and you could…no, you would most definitely get hurt, one way or another and we wouldn’t want that happening, no? Just a thought for you to consider.”

He watches Sun make her way to the sliding glass door in the shade. Her tails whips side to side as she looks up at the handle. Then she looks at him and meows. 

Patrick glances at his pocket watch. “It’s feeding time for Sun.” Well, sort of– it’s more like it’s half an hour before her feeding time, but he knows gets antsy the closer meal time gets around. But this person doesn’t have to know that. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be taking care of business now. If you need anything more, you know where to find me.”

Or better yet, he’ll know where to find them.

[raskti]

He needs it

[a-cheerful-zucchini]

2014 arena Annas played one of the apostles in the 2000 movie! hope that doesn’t help 😁

Like I'm sorry but what happened here.did I miss something, or???

[a-cheerful-zucchini]

It is balls on the sink wednesday. I have been told that it is also wet beast wednesday. So it is the day to post wet beast jerome pradon.

[truly-morgan]

[Drunk!JC after sect conference meets LQR]

RenCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi 27-12-2021

[drunk young sl #jiangcheng after sect conference (rencheng undertone?)]

The night was stretching for quite a while now and everyone was slowly starting to leave the banquet room. This also meant Jiang Cheng was finally able to slip away from those who had been talking with him and making him drink more and more. He knew he should probably have stopped earlier, but some of them were also important sect leaders and with the state of lotus pier at the moment, he couldn't afford to offend anyone. still, maybe he should have gone easier on the wine.

He carefully got up, testing his balance once he was upright.

"Is sect leader jiang alright?" he heard on his left, turning only to find nmj and jgy stopping next to him on their way out.

he forced a smile on his face, politely saluting them.

"It is nothing" he assured them with a forced smile, "I may have had a cup of wine too much, but I will be alright".

He managed to do some small talk with them, before finally being able to escape, trying to make his way back to his room without stumbling too much.

He truly didn't understand how anyone would enjoy drinking so much to "feel good". All it made him was feel tenser because he felt like it would be even easier for him to mess up right now. at least now he was far away enough from everyone not to make a fool of himself.

he was a little bit surprised when his foot caught on something, feeling himself a bit too slow to react to his fall. All he could do was brace himself for the impact with the ground, hoping no one was around.

instead, he felt strong arms around him, pulling him against a firm torso. he opened his eyes surprised, looking up only to find lqr looking down at him.

the older cultivator had been keeping an eye on jc all night, to make sure he would be alright. It took him to go on a walk to talk with some old friends to come back and find a rather drunk jc trying to make his way out of the banquet.

he assumed it was good none of these older sneakier sect leaders did anything to mess with the young sect leader's reputation, but he still followed him only to be sure nothing would happen.

he did good with this, as he was able to stop him from falling to the ground.

he was a bit surprised when he felt the young man suddenly relax in his arm as if he was melting against him. Only then did he realise this had probably been a stressful situation for the young man. he had seen him in the past couple of years, fighting to show he could bring the jiang sect to what it was in the past. It was a lot on his shoulder and he couldn't mess up when he was rebuilding everything from nothing.

jc suddenly pushed himself from the safe embrace, getting flustered when he realised he had started to lean a bit too into it, enjoying it. How could he not when it felt so safe? Plus the affection he had grown for the older man was not gone even after all those years.

he quickly apologised, feeling a bit surprised when lqr stopped him with a kind smile. "Why don't you come and drink some tea with me? Maybe it will make you feel a bit better" suggested the older man.

"I wouldn't want to bother you this late" replied jc, only for the older man to insist he really didn't mind since he offered first. He wanted to make sure the young man would be well.

so jc followed, finding himself sitting next to lqr as they drank some tea. It felt a bit surreal since he couldn't remember ever doing this.

It did feel good drinking some tea, anything that wasn't wine was good right now, even helping him relax more. The silence was also relaxing, nothing awkward and tense like it could sometimes happen with others.

"sect leader jiang is doing a good job" lqr commented, taking the young man aback, not expecting such a compliment from the man. "You are working hard on taking the jiang sect to its older glory and I know you can bring it ever higher" he added.

"I know it can be hard sometimes to deal with all these other sect leaders, especially since most have decades of experience, but you are doing a good job doing so".

jc felt a bit flustered that a man he liked and looked up to so much was suddenly complimenting him and encouraging his hard work. It sent a warm feeling within him.

"But sometimes it is alright to challenge them a little bit when it is getting too much for you, always walking on eggshells can tire you out quickly".

jc already knew that, but he felt like he couldn't do otherwise. What else could he do but try to make sure his name was growing before he could put his foot down more properly?

"If things ever get too hard and suffocating, do come to me" then added lqr, turning more towards him, "I will be there to help you out, I want to see you succeed".

This somehow struck a chord within jc, making him feel strongly about hearing somehow so clearly tell him they were there for him, that they wanted to see him *succeed* while sounding convinced he will be.

in his still drunken state, he couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes, trying to wipe them before they could roll down his cheeks. "I-I will remember this" he assured.

How could he refuse such a suggestion? Something in him wanted someone he could rely on, and it was somehow even better if it could be someone he had affection for and that he could also look up to. he had never felt judged by lqr and felt safe around him, how could he refuse?

He felt a bit surprised when he felt arms around him again, pulling him closer to the older man, nearly sitting in his lap. He wasn't able to control his tears anymore. Something in him simply couldn't stop after feeling so happy and relieved that someone seemed to believe in him so much, even stating it so clearly to him. This is something he had needed, for someone to allow him to rely on them a little bit without expecting anything in return.

he cried himself to sleep into safe arms, knowing he would be in good hands with lqr

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[feerz]

Some 2k movie wallpapers + 73 pilate moodboard for @you-liar-you-judas

Merry Christmas! 🎅

[a-cheerful-zucchini]

It’s like if there was a real setting and you’re looking in through a window…

[sparrowstarsandsorrow]

JCS 2000 + another batch of text memes

(And It's been a hot minute)

[purple-confusion]

2024 Christmas JCS feature: gävlebocken heist with sweJCS, UK arena, 1973 film, and amstetten Judas

Details under read more (dialogue and easter eggs)

Swesus: Direkt i bockens rumpan nu! (Directly in the goat's ass now!)

Timdas: Dear God, how is this goddamn colder than back home??

Bensus: isn't it thrilling though? We should have a tradition like this!

Special artist's notes:

Thats Amstetten Judas in the distance trying to shoot the goat with a glock, iykyk.

hes also being arrested by cops, and i googled swedish cop uniform for this.

73Judas' blanket is what 73Jesus had in Everything's Alright.

the shawl that wraps timdas is bensus' as seen in the uk arena production.

To add, Timdas and 73Judas are both absolutely suffering from the cold bcs 73Judas comes from a desert climate and Timdas is an aussie. 73Jesus isn't affected bcs film-canonically hes implied to be partially god, thats also how hes controlling the jackdaws from on top of gävlebocken.

Bensus holds a crowbar. All the jesuses actively participated in the burning party and dragged their respective reluctant judases along.

Except for swedas whos on lookout and thinner duty (fire fuel, thinner is mostly spirit and smells like gasoline for a reason).

Swery is in charge of lighting the arrows on fire, peep the next arrow in her hand.

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