#aniol

[queenblackhope]

Nawet diabeł - nim upadł, był aniołem.

[tfurca]

anioł grający na hornie

obraz namalowany na zlecenie. miał być tramwaj, anioł i long horn. surrealistycznie. pozytywnie. kolorowo. lubię takie wyzwania. #art #obraz #angel #painting #tram #horn #positive komu coś zmalować?

[czaromarodziejka]

A może by tak anioł? 😇 Nowe swieczuchy, dostępne na zamówienie. Kolor i zapach do wyboru. Wosk sojowy, 100% naturalny bez polepszaczy i substancji szkodliwych. #anioł #aniol #angel #świeca #candle #handmade (w: Kraków, Poland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd5UeRhrURL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wutbju]

In the evening service, Aniol leaps off from I Corinthians 14. You know the passage (3:46):

Now here we have a passage of scripture dedicated to discussion of prophecy and tongues, and these are hot button issues and and often maybe one of the reasons we we don't typically look at this chapter to discern what Paul is, is teaching us regarding the nature of corporate worship. I believe that the gifts of prophecy and tongues have ceased in our day, and so sometimes we who believe that might be tempted to think, "well then this chapter doesn't have anything to teach us," but far from it, because the reasons that Paul gives to the Corinthian church for why believers should desire prophecy over tongues in corporate worship. The reasons that he gives for that actually help us to profoundly understand the nature and the purpose of corporate worship.

So just so we all understand each other, Scott, you're not taking this passage as it is intended. You're taking this passage for what you want it to say.

Just sayin'.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

by Scott Aniol | Do you have a mission statement for your family? Every successful business has a mission statement that carefully articulates the company’s central vision and primary objectives. Yet the mission statement does not exist simply to be placed in an employee manual or on a plaque in the conference room. It exists to set the parameters for the structures...

[dreamlikeapsycho]

You can't say you don't belong anymore.

Das Boot: 3.10

[slave-of-the-lord-jesus-christ]

Those who stand for truth and call out error will always be called devisive by those who overlook error in the name of unity.

-Scott Aniol

[moonshynecybin]

Ok elaborate on the white water kayaking if you would like bc that’s incredible

this is. maybe the thing i think about most lol. NO idea how much people know about kayaking but uh. ask me!

so whitewater kayaking is interesting as a sport bc while there ARE major racing events (the green race!! the north fork championship!! go look them up they’re SICK) it is generally not a formalized racing series that culminates in a trophy like in motorsports. like there’s no seating for spectators even. you get to these races by hiking two hours through the woods and parking your ass on a rock by the river and hoping you don’t fall in bc you are BLASTED drunk. they’re big parties most of the time!

so while the best kayakers in the world DO compete in these things and win them, the sport is frankly more about doing sick stunts with your friends on beautiful rivers all over the world than like. cutthroat fanatical competition. which bezz (who HATED racing against people as a kid never wanted to fight on the track to go fast) would LOVEEEE imo. also literally it is bad practice to go boating alone you NEED a homie with you at all times that’s how you run shuttle that’s how you set safety that helps you scout rapids it is a homie-based activity!!! and bez loves his friends SOOOO bad and especially loves to do dumb life-threatening stuff with them. that’s what big water boating IS.

and it’s just. some aspects of the stuff happening at the ranch and the broader culture of whitewater is very similar in terms of vibes to meeeee. like the adrenaline addiction the injuries the constant threat of death the long hair the dumb tats the earrings the SAME fucking sunglasses kayakers get just cheaper ones. the energy drink sponsorships the going skiing 24/7 in the off-season…. that’s a fucking kayaker to me lol. i look at him and genuinely question why he is not in a dry suit bombing waterfalls in chile. #beater #steazy #booflife he’d love it so bad.

and i AM saving all of my narrative thoughts on bezz kayaking for a fic one day maybe. problem is i don’t know shit about the whitewater scene in italy so i’d have to make these boys like. appalachian. but i do know cele would have the world’s most atrocious rookie crush on hot trip leader bezz and when cele dump trucks a raft and has to do a swim beer out of his nasty bootie (whitewater has like. a reverse shoey system where you only do them if you fuck up) and bezz like, puts his big hand on the back of cele’s neck as he chugs this nasty beer (for maximum crazy this is bezz’s shoe bc cele is a rookie and didn’t want to shell out for the whitewater specific shoe and is wearing chacos) and cele has a small religious experience and flushes BRIGHT RED.

anyways if you want to check out some sick kayakers and are curious regarding the vibe i recommend following aniol serrasolses (catalan legend), nouria newman (badass. has yelled at my brother), and evy liebfarth (from my hometown!). liebfarth is going to the olympics this year in kayaking slalom which IS a formalized racing series but one that generally takes place on closed courses and such and is a small niche in the broader culture of the sport. still very cool and very hard to do. there is also dane jackson who is the arguable GOAT of the sport i just think he’s kind of swagless and one time he put my brother on youtube after he dislocated his shoulder when they were paddling the royal gorge like. cmon man. also his daddy owns a major kayaking manufacturer booooo. he does win the green race like literally every year which IS annoying. to me.

[yrandsims]

Nova estaba muy feliz. Había podido al fin unirse a una de esas acampadas de las que tanto hablaban los chicos.

Papá había prometido enseñarla a pescar. Le daba mucha penita sacar a los pececillos con aquel aparatoso anzuelo , pero Milton había prometido que en cuanto sacarán su escurridiza cabecilla del agua, los devolverían al río.

Así que después de un ratito de clase, indicándole como colocar la caña y que hacer cuando la punta empezará a moverse, era hora de apostar con el tontaina de Aniol quien conseguiría más puntos de pescador hoy.

Aniol: Preparada enana??

Nova : Siempre 😌

✨INICIO -ANTERIOR - SIGUIENTE ✨

🌸Nsb Generaciones 🌸

[x-chora-dusza-chore-cialo-x]

2023

Witam wszystkich którzy śledzą mojego bloga. Zbliża się koniec roku, a z nim czas podsumowań, refleksji i planów na przyszłość...

Jednak tym razem postanowiłam że nie będę pisać co się wydarzyło w 2023 roku.

Z ręką na sercu mogę jedynie powiedzieć że ten rok był ciężki i pełny wzlotów i jeszcze bogatszy w upadki...

Zamiast tego, chcę skupić się na tym, co jest dla mnie ważne i ciekawe w teraźniejszości.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Dlatego chcę podziękować osoba które w jakiś sposób pomogły wspierały mnie

(kolejność jest przypadkowa) i przepraszam jeśli o kimś zapomniałam

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Dziękuję

@sunflower28stuff @pani-kitka @somebody-psychopath @raveinecat @nieujawniona-istota @t-a-j-e-m-n-i-c-z-a @chateau-de-la-mort @lekkotakworld @zagubiona-marzycielka @pisanki-o-zyciu @lovecrystalmdma @najwieksza-tajemnica @jacobgraphy @ofensywny @uposledzony-aniol @e-uociec @permanentna @neverexistence @kostucha00 @placzus01 @oh6my6god6 @drewnozerca @naaiwnny-boy

[tfurca]

znajdź w sobie spokój

znajdź w sobie spokój. zamknij oczy. oddychaj. unieś się na skrzydłach. #thinkdada #art #angel #anioły #rysunek #pomoc #wsparcie [podaj dalej, niech działa]

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Girl Who Chased Bugs

Ship: Aniol West & GraveRobber (platonic), Aniol West & Shilo Wallace (platonic)

Word Count: 1397

Summary: Wow, I did not mean for this to get this long but I don't really know how to split it up so bear with me. Aniol and GraveRobber have a chat when they are interrupted by a familiar face. Also this isn't necessarily canon to my ship timeline I just wanted to write Aniol and Shilo interacting. CWs for canon-typical themes, let me know if there's anything else that needs a warning, I'm tired and can't tell. (genuine)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

On the shadiest streets in the city, people like the GraveRobber dwelled. Illegal Zydrate dealers and Zydrate addicts, those just trying to get by and those looking to make a quick buck… there was no “middle class,” there hadn’t been one for a long time. There was the bottom of the beer barrel and the corked top of a bottle of champagne. Aniol was about the only person who existed and flowed between that high and low. He whistled a tune that connected him with the GraveRobber as he walked, drawing the eyes of the prostitutes on the corner and their potential customers. It didn’t take long for the pale man with colourful streaks in his greasy hair to materialise out of the darkness, whistling along with Aniol as he took up stride at their side.

“What’s new with you?” He asked as the tune came to an end.

“I was wondering if I could interest you in a job,” Aniol hummed.

“In addition to what I already do?”

“Never mind the Zydrate business, I want to put you in a film.”

GraveRobber slowed to a halt while Aniol managed a few more steps forward before turning to face him.

“I don’t know, pretty bird. Don’t you think that’s a bit risky, putting my mug on the big screen? You’re not trying to put me out of business, are you?”

Aniol stepped toward him, taking his angular face in their hands and examining his features closely. “A little make-up and prosthetics and you’ll be unrecognizable. I promise you, my artists are just as good as surgeons, and of course they’re under a contract that says they can’t say shit about dick unless I say so, so you wouldn’t have to worry about your identity getting out beyond the dressing room.”

The GraveRobber considered this for a moment before the two of them were distracted by the sound of a can bouncing off of the curb. A girl standing anxiously under a streetlight gasped and stepped back, obviously not wanting to be seen.

“What’s a girl like you doing out at this time of night?” Aniol called across the alley.

“Kid? Is that you?” GraveRobber added, curiously familiar. The girl hesitantly skipped across the road to join them.

“I'm sorry, I-I promise I wasn't stalking you, I was following a bug…” She looked around, “I’ve lost it, now…”

“You know this young thing?” Aniol asked, his expression slightly concerned. He lowered his voice, “She's not a customer, is she?”

“No! This is… well, I never did catch your name. But it’s kind of funny… you were chasing a bug the first time we met.”

The girl smiled coyly. “That’s right…” her brow then furrowed. “But you also got me caught.”

“I understand that you aren’t supposed to be out either way, so I’d prefer if you thought of it as me doing you a favour, kid.”

“My name is Shilo.”

Recognition flashed on Aniol’s face, and he could see that it made her nervous. “GraveRobber’s right, you shouldn’t be out.” He crossed his arms. “You’re clearly young and inexperienced, for one. This city’ll eat you alive if you’re not careful.”

She pulled her bag closer to her side, a determined look on her face. “Who’re you to say I’m inexperienced? I’m seventeen, I’m practically an adult.”

“And yet you’re sneaking around like you’re twelve,” GraveRobber quipped, making her face turn pink with embarrassment.

Aniol moved to whisper in his ear, “This is one of my friends’ kids.”

Surprise captured him and he huddled with Aniol in an attempt to talk more privately. “Really?? How do you know?”

“I’ve never seen a picture of her, but how many Shilos do you meet on a given day? She already reminds me of him, too.”

“What are you two murmuring about over there?” Shilo asked. The GraveRobber popped his head up.

“Nothing. Just discussing who should take you home.” He shoved Aniol forward. “How about my friend, here?”

“What? No, I don’t want to go home yet!” She frowned at Aniol. “And don’t I know you from somewhere…?”

It was Aniol’s turn to blush. “I assure you, you don’t,” he answered firmly. Not like my face has been in magazines and on posters and billboards, my trailers on public television screens…

“So you’re saying this complete stranger should take me home?? Doesn’t that seem a little against your ‘protect the child’ M.O.?”

“Yes, well, I trust Aniol very much--”

“Robber.”

“Aniol… oh my God, you’re Aniol West!” Shilo pointed at him while his flush crept into his ears.

“And you are not nearly old enough to be watching my movies.”

“Well I’ve never seen any of them… I just recognized you from one of my magazines. You know Blind Mag?”

Aniol sighed while his friend looked very bemused. “It’s none of your business, kid--”

“Of course he knows Mag,” GraveRobber butt in theatrically, “all good artists know each other.”

This made Shilo’s eyes sparkle. “Can you get me her autograph?”

Aniol frowned. This was far too complicated for his liking, knowing the history interwoven between Nathan, Mag, Marni, and Shilo, though Shilo didn’t know it. He spoke very deliberately, “If you promise me there will be no fuss in going home tonight, I’ll think about it.”

She thought hard about it before nodding in agreement. “Deal. But you have to walk me, and you have to tell me all about being a director.”

GraveRobber snickered at Aniol’s reluctant expression.

“Fine…” He glared at his friend. You ass… and you don’t know the half of it! “GraveRobber, turn around and plug your ears.”

“Why…?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, fine,” the GraveRobber did as he was told while Aniol stepped closer to Shilo.

“A final condition, your father absolutely cannot see me.”

“Huh??”

“Trust me. I walk you to your house, and then I’m gone. Just be prepared to get inside as quickly as physically possible.”

“Okay…” Shilo studied him for a moment. He wished he knew what she was thinking. He tapped the GraveRobber on the shoulder.

“You can take your hands off your ears, now.”

He turned back to them. “All settled, then?”

“Yes, I’m taking Shilo back home right now. Don’t think you’ve escaped my film proposition, however, I will be finding you again later.”

“You want to put him in a movie??” Shilo asked, giggling.

“What, you don’t think I have the chops?” GraveRobber asked in a jokingly aggressive manner. She continued to laugh, doubling over slightly. It warmed something in his cold, black, Zydrate-slinging heart. Aniol checked his watch.

“C'mon, Shilo. Ciao, Robber.” He pat the GraveRobber's cheek affectionately. He took his hand and kissed their fingers.

“Until I hear your siren’s song once more, Aniol.”

Aniol smiled, then began leading the way out of the alley.

“How do you know where you're going??” Shilo asked, jogging to catch up with him.

“I thought we agreed we would only talk about my career?”

“Yeah, but you're acting weird. And like, a different sort of weird from… what did you call him?” She gestured back down the alley. The GraveRobber had disappeared.

“Robber. Short for GraveRobber. I don't think he remembers his first name. Shilo, there's a lot you don't know… about everything. At this point, I don't think staying inside or sneaking out can help you.”

She was quiet as they walked along the dirty road, their faces lit in a flurry of neons as they passed by signage and under streetlamps. “You know my dad, don't you?” She eventually asked. “How? Were you a patient of his?”

“I won't tell you these things,” Aniol insisted, turning the corner. “Now, either ask me something about movies or please, be quiet.”

Eventually, she did begin asking about Aniol's work, which he patiently explained each process of, from writing to casting to actually filming something. Soon, they appeared at the back end of Shilo and Nathan's home.

“Can you climb the fence?” Aniol asked. Shilo nodded.

“Of course I can, I've been doing this since I was thirteen.”

“Thirteen?!”

“Shhh!!”

“Shilo…” Aniol’s tone was distinctly parental as she began the climb. She looked down at him as she scrabbled up onto her balcony. They shared a long gaze before she slipped inside and drew her curtains. Aniol exhaled and made his way back to his own home. Oh, Nathan…

[the-sleepysiren]

How about Teiji and Darla for the crackship meme?

Aniol is a shy sweet little pup - who wont hesitate to go try to help someone. She likes to play princesses and dress up all pretty and host tea parties with her parents.

[wutbju]

We knew Aniol would get to it. He wanted to drill down to say that musical forms are ... well, sacred.

And honestly, I personally don't disagree. But Scott is so prescriptive about it. Near the end he states (43:00):

Yes, that movie you let them watch might not have any swear words or immoral scenes, but does it have a subtle underlying message that teaches their hearts that they must love themselves above all, or that love is simply a romantic feeling that we fall in and out of? That's shaping their hearts? Or you might only let your children listen to music with Christian lyrics. But does the musical style and instrumentation teach your children's hearts that love for God really is no different than romantic love?

Does a "child" even know romantic love? At all? In any way? This is so backwards.

The first love we all know is parental love. I mean we know it from before we're even breathing oxygen.

Why test children's understanding of love like you're doing? It's so plainly bizarre.

And then ... what does Aniol say in the evening?

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

by Scott Aniol | A passage often cited by evangelicals to prove that every cultural expression is legitimate since people from every nation will be admitted into heaven is Revelation 5:9: And they sang a new song, saying, ‘Worthy are you to take the scroll and to open its seals, for you were slain, and by your blood you ransomed ...

[littledemon55]

Beach Episode with the Gang 🏖️💜 (My Internet-sona & my two Batim OCs)

This amazing artwork was made by KobraDemon, go check them out! :D

My Batim OCs are called Kim Aniol and Melanie Star :3 They appear in my batim books on Wattpad