#christian;floyd

[wanderinglcst]

@oxtofmydcpth

who: Christian & Floyd where: Sammie's Place

Christian had become a frequent patron of Sammie's, after a long day at work, the last thing he wanted to do was go home to that place so he came here and hunkered down in his usual seat in front of the stage, gripping onto his glass as he watched the dancer on stage, his eyes followed each and every curve of their body... until someone got in the middle of him and his view. "Do you mind?"

[karkkledoodle]

THE LAST BRUPPER THE PASSION OF FLRIST

anyone wanna analyze this and tell me what it means

[laracrofted]

everyone shut up, i have a vision x

[mirrorballcostanza]

i hate when people are like ‘you must have gotten your music taste from your parents’. no bitch i was just born cool.

[more-relics]

Pink Floyd backstage at Studio 128 in Paris France - 22 Jan 1969. Photo credit: Christian Rose/Dalle.

[confesspinkfloyd]

I think that Cristiane F and Syd Barrett would be friends if instead of in Berlin she was in London in the 60's.

[recursive360]

"I rebuke you in the name of Jesus."

-Sonya Massey

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[hedonistic-brunette]

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[adamwatchesmovies]

Masterminds (1997)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

“What if we made Die Hard PG-13, and set it in a high school?” That sums up 1997's Masterminds. It’s as bad an idea as it sounds.

Cool dude hacker man “Ozzie” Paxton (Vincent Kartheiser) is caught trying to sell bootlegs by his father (Matt Craven) and step mom (Annabelle Gurwitch). As punishment, he has to bring his step-sister Melissa (Katie Stuart) to her prestigious school. There, he stumbles upon a plot by Race Bentley (Patrick Stewart) to hold the children of the richest families ransom. With the police unable to access the building and all the youngsters held hostage by terrorists, a lone teen must take the villains down.

Let me make things clear. Masterminds is not LIKE Die Hard but in high school. Aside from the deaths and a few differences (notably, the quality of the film), it IS Die Hard set in high school. The foreign villain with an accent taking everyone hostage who claims to have one motive but secretly has another which hides his escape plan, a scene of the hero crawling through air ducts while minions search for him, a lone confidante on the outside of the school who communicates with our hero through a walkie-talkies, a hostage related to the protagonist (but with a different last name) praying she won't be discovered, the bad guys impersonating security guards, the villains predicting the authorities’ every move and integrating them as part of their plan… it’s all here! The rating, actors and shorter running time -“only” 105 minutes” rather than the 132 minutes of Die Hard - along with the change of scenery are all that prevent Masterminds from being a litteral carbon copy.

This movie is so ’90s, it makes your teeth hurt. For a while, laughing at the hair, lingo, extravagant use of skateboards and computers will be entertaining. You’ll have fun throwing your own lines at the screen ("Now I know what a lunchables feels like!"). Director Roger Christian makes the disdain come naturally. There’s nothing to endear you to the protagonist. He’s trying too hard to be cool instead of just being cool like Ferris Bueller. You learn nothing about his sister so if she gets saved or not doesn’t feel like it matters. The other hostages? They're heirs to super rich families in the middle of a $100 million dollar deal. This makes them nearly impossible to relate to. As a teen, I would’ve killed for some of the laser grid security systems Ozzie has in his room in lieu of… a door knob that locks. Eventually, however, the utter lack of imagination makes you realize what a waste of time this is. There isn't a person alive who wouldn't rather watch Die Hard.

Masterminds is a film whose audience has disappeared. Even at the time it was made, I think people would’ve seen through it and dismissed this knock-off without hesitation. You can find its best scene - a moment in which Patrick Stewart’s character pre-eminently celebrates his victory with a silly dance - on YouTube. If you can’t, it’s no big loss. (December 6, 2019)

[kiwitheft]

Nvm Christians are wretched after all

[crookedfandomquill]

This is very situational, and sadly may not be realistic for everyone, but I need y’all to understand that a very important part of political activism is fucking talking to your conservative or moderate friends and family.

My dad voted for Trump in 2016. He’s a middle class white evangelical from Arkansas. He raised me with conservative Christian values, just like his parents raised him. When he voted Trump, he was holding his nose, but he didn’t feel too bad about it, and went on to vote red down the ticket in the 2018 midterms, as well.

But I started college in 2017. Higher education and independence changed everything for me, and I went home over holidays and summers with fire in my belly and a thousand arguments ready at the drop of a hat, to my father’s dismay.

I remember crying in my room after emotional, intense arguments with him. I told him over and over that I felt betrayed by his choice to vote for a man who admitted to sexually assaulting women, who built his platform on dehumanizing immigrants and the disabled, who spread overtly-racist rhetoric, who flouted the values of kindness and self-discipline that I’d been raised on. And my dad always had some justification about the “greater good”: fighting against abortion, bolstering the economy, getting other Christian politicians into office.

But over time, as we grew further apart and I lost my will to discuss anything with him at all, he softened. He started asking me why I thought the way I did about the things we disagreed about. He would listen to my answers without interruption, and mull them over afterward instead of expressing his own opinion. And all the while, he watched the Trump presidency become cruel and absurd and devastating.

The first time he openly expressed regret to me, I had come home for a weekend after Kavanaugh was confirmed to SCOTUS. My dad realized he had helped elect a man who preyed on women… and that man had opened the door to more predators. I can’t tell you what it felt like for him to admit that he’d made a mistake, not just in voting for Trump but in defending him for so long. We kept arguing, but it was more debating than fighting. I knew he was capable of seeing my side of things, even if it took a while, and he knew I wasn’t just a sensitive college student with shallow new ideas about the world.

And then 2020 hit. Specifically, George Floyd was murdered, and the events that followed played out on the national stage. My dad was incredibly shaken by it. He asked me if I had any books from college about racial issues. I loaned him The New Jim Crow, one of the required readings for my Race and the Law class. Then I gave him Just Mercy. Then he watched the documentary 13th. Then he joined a racial harmony group he learned about through one of the few Black families at our church and insisted our whole family come. He held up signs at a protest against Confederate monuments in our conservative southern town. In three years, he went from defending Trump’s comments about “Black-on-Black crime” to publicly advocating for racial justice and opposing the death penalty.

We went together to vote in the 2020 primaries. I couldn’t help asking who he’d voted for; I didn’t even know if he’d asked for the Republican or Democratic ticket. He admitted he’d voted for Bernie. fucking. Sanders, then made me promise not to tell my grandma he’d voted liberal. When the election rolled around in November, he voted Biden. I’m sure he held his nose to do it, just like he held his nose voting in 2016. But I know he doesn’t regret it.

I am, of course, unbelievably lucky to have a parent who loved me enough, and was empathetic enough, to choose his relationship with me over his strongly-held opinions. He kept searching for truth because, as much as he’ll deny it, he’s a very smart and curious person. No degree of intelligence or curiosity makes you immune to propaganda, especially if you were raised not to question the party line. It’s easy to dismiss our conservative, conspiracy-pilled loved ones as stupid, hypocritical, and cruel. Sometimes they are. But sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes they will bend to keep their relationships from breaking. Sometimes, if they can be made to understand that their beliefs and actions are harming someone they love, they will make concessions. And sometimes they just need one person in their life to put a foot down, to be vulnerable and assertive and argumentative, to bring the impact of their politics close to home.

As the most important election of our lifetimes approaches, do not put peace over progress. If you have someone like my dad, someone who is good-willed and smart and loves you more than their own opinions, tell them how you feel. Tell them what their choices will mean for you, for your friends, for your community. Tell them what they could lose: your trust, your affection, your respect. Don’t avoid conflict if it could be productive. Because my conflict with my dad didn’t just win him over–it won over my moderate mom and one of my conservative brothers. And it put us in community with other like-minded people and led my parents to a healthier and kinder faith.

All of this to say, there is hope in conflict. There is hope in our relationships with people who think differently from us. There is hope in exposing your fear and anger and pain to people you love. And hope is a form of activism.

[dduane]

In the book, originally published in 2017, the tree claims an identity that is “both” female and male and responds to diverse pronouns: “Call me she. Call me he. Anything will work.” (Trees have four primary systems of reproduction.) The school’s reading program kicked off on March 4 and was already underway when parent Jodi Farmer, whose children attend a private Christian academy in neighboring Carroll County, took to Facebook to inform Floyd County residents about the reference to gender. Farmer challenged Wishtree's nonbinary account of the oak's identity, calling the book "indoctrination at its finest."

Eye. ROLL.

[pomefioredove]

i was wondering if you could do Duece, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jamil x Christian S/O headcanons? like reader used to be a preacher back at their world, and still kinda preaches in twst (i think rollo believes in God?) like they do all the things Christians should do but still kinda chaotic? their very respectfull and kind yk? sorry for making this a bit long and confusing lol

twst's relationship with religion is so vague and complicated and yet. I cannot imagine rollo as anything BUT catholic. look at that guy. so I believe there's some kind of similar belief systems happening there

summary: religious reader type of post: headcanons characters: deuce, leona, ruggie, azul, jamil additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader yuu, short and not proofread author's note: writing these on the basis that religion does exist in twisted wonderland and parallels religions of our own. I am catholic and admittedly unfamiliar with preaching to others, I think that's more of a protestant thing, so I kinda just winged that part?

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞

if there's anything for him to admire, it's your dedication

I mean, you're sticking to your beliefs and passions in an entirely different universe

with a bunch of strangers, no less!

whether or not some version of your beliefs exist here, you're committed! and quite knowledgeable, too

it's pretty impressive to him

Deuce's family doesn't seem particularly religious, though he probably just enjoys hearing the stories

the narratives of change and redemption catch his eye

𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

he's big into all those "it's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God" verses

even if he doesn't necessarily believe in all that heaven stuff... it's a little funny

(he might use that one in the future, actually...)

if religion which parallels our own does exist in Twisted Wonderland, I can imagine his granny being religious

she seems like someone who'd cover the walls in symbols and art

maybe (likely) not Christian in origin, but enough for him to recognize that what you're going on about is a similar deal

he's practically used to it already

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

literally just falls asleep while you're talking

it's not that he doesn't care, it's just that...

wait, no. he doesn't care

sure, he participates in traditions and such with his family, but that's more for looks

Leona doesn't really see the point in blindly following something that hasn't helped him out at all

and hearing about miracles and blessings just annoys him

but, hey! you make for a great sound machine

these are basically all just bedtime stories for him to doze off to, anyway

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

merman religion is... tricky, to me

the existence of Hades in implies (confirms, even, if we take into account Yuu's dreams) the existence of Poseidon

but, like King Triton, these figures aren't necessarily worshipped. they're depicted as monarchs, not gods

but, then again, our knowledge on Coral Sea culture is limited

in any case, Azul might tolerate preaching

he really sees no use for it, and he's a busy man, but he doesn't really mind the company

if anyone, it's Jade who would be really interested in hearing alllll about these human stories

Floyd might tag along, too

and, suddenly, Azul finds himself wedged between the tweel's shoulders on the floor while they eagerly listen to you

...there goes his afternoon

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

to me, Jamil is not religious or superstitious by any means

he doesn't mind listening, but don't expect him to change his mind about any of that

(especially while Kalim is begging for more stories)

though, even he admits that having you around is as refreshing as it is entertaining

you're just always so... hopeful

and it's much different from Kalim's version of optimism (in his eyes, at least) simply because, in this world, you're at the same disadvantage as Jamil is

your autonomy is constantly in question, you're living at the mere goodwill of others...

and yet, you're hopeful!

it's strange, but Jamil can't help but crave that presence in his life

[testure-1988]

About Me

Name: Al /Ali

Age: 34

Cisgender

Sign: Taurus

Pronouns: she/her

Goth

Aromantic

Neurodivergent (ADHD, APD, anxiety)

Agnostic

-This is a SIDE BLOG. I will follow you with my main (nivekogresimp)

DNI if you're:

A TERF or SWERF (or just transphobic and against sex work in general)

racist

homophobic

a fascist/nazi

pro-police

hardcore Christian

misogynistic

TCC/a Columbiner

into pedophilia/ a MAP (or if you like Lolicon/shota or DD/LG)

Ableist

Also don’t even bother following me if you’re a zionist/Israel supporter

-I post NSFW stuff sometimes, so minors should take note.

-If you see something (artwork, a photo) that belongs to you, please let me know so I can credit you or remove it.

What I'm mainly interested in:

The Goth subculture/ trad goth stuff

Music in general (I love Industrial Music, Experimental, Noise Music/Harsh Noise Wall, Goth Rock, Post-Punk, Punk Rock, Grindcore, Doom Metal, all kinds of Electronic Music, 80s New Wave/Synthpop, City Pop, 90s/80s Hip-Hop and a whole bunch of other genres)

Skinny Puppy

The 1980s

Horror Movies

JTHM (and Invader Zim...sometimes)

Art & graphic design

Dark/horror/ gothic/religious aesthetic posts

goth fashion

Vampires

Cemeteries

Bones

Leftist/democratic socialist stuff

bats, cats & rats :D

Anime (Berserk, NGE, Cowboy Bebop, Sailor Moon, Hellsing, Studio Ghibli, etc.)

Cartoons

Batman

Little Nemo In Slumberland (the comic strip)

Mythology (Norse, Greek & Egyptian mainly)

Elvira, Mistress of The Dark

The Addams Family

Edward Gorey

Some of my favorite bands/artists:

Skinny Puppy, Godflesh, Tom Waits, Einsturzende Neubauten, Meat Beat Manifesto, Coil, The Cure, Front 242, Bauhaus, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Severed Heads, Alien Sex Fiend, Acid Bath, Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire, Depeche Mode, Japan, Tears For Fears, Type O Negative, Clan Of Xymox, Virgin Prunes, Cocteau Twins, Aphex Twin, Boards Of Canada, Massive Attack, Autechre, Merzbow, Agent Side Grinder, The Klinik, (old) Ministry, Nine Inch Nails, (old) KMFDM, Front Line Assembly, Fad Gadget, Revolting Cocks, SPK, Clock DVA, :wumpscut:, Christian Death (Rozz only), Swans, The Sisters Of Mercy, Joy Division, Dead Can Dance, Sleep, Black Sabbath (with Ozzy only), Electric Wizard, Neurosis, Cult of Luna, Isis, Ningen Isu, Yoko Kanno, Church Of Misery, Bongzilla, Phobia, Doom, Pink Floyd, Altar De Fey, TR/ST, Boy Harsher, George Clanton, Ulver, Kraftwerk, Dissecting Table, Anaal Nathrakh, Lycia, Tim Hecker, Akira Yamaoka, Deftones, Porcupine Tree, Hello Meteor, The Devil & The Universe, Wardruna, Goldie

Current favorite bands/artists ATM:

Jim Kirkwood. Klaus Schulze. Severed Heads

[snowbunnywatching]

In the Blacked Denmark that you so beautifully describe, a third of the population are made up of young Black Men. They will immediately get full voting rights – anything else would be racist – and this makes them, on their own, a huge part of the voting population. When we add in the Snowbunny vote – I guess 90%+ of Danish women from 18 to 50 will soon be regularly parting their white thighs for the new arrivals, and keen to please them in the voting booths as well as in the bedroom – and the votes of white guys who (under the influence of blogs like yours) welcome this new world, this makes up a clear majority, more than enough to counter any racist parties opposed to progress.

What laws would a Blacked parliament pass for the new Denmark? This is a real opportunity to establish the BNWO with new laws about political participation, property rights, the workplace, education, sex . . . I have some ideas but would love to hear yours.

(Follow-up to this post.)

The Racial Justice Party soon emerges to break up the Danish political scene. It will be headed by a charismatic Black man who is as ready to cite Malcolm X and W.E.B. Du Bois in interviews as he is to pose with a sledge-hammer raised high above his head - a powerful manifestation of his vow to "smash white nationalism".

The party will be supported by all of the young Black men - a third of the population, as you point out - and by about half of the indiginous Danish population - mostly women, but also by progress-minded men.

The party surges into Parliament, forming a one-party government with a solid majority.

On the eve of the election, the new Minister of State announces the first promise of the new government: To put an end to the racist immigration policy of "Old Denmark" and fling open the gates to Africa. More dark-skinned men will be arriving at the Danish shores - a lot more.

The day after, the second promise is announced: Denmark will be contributing heavily to global reparations, funded with a new tax levied only on ethnically Danish people.

In the coming weeks, a flurry of legislation followers, including:

Racial Justice in Urban Planning, in which statues of the luminaries of Old Denmark (Hans Christian Andersen and Søren Kierkegaard) are torn down and replaced by statues of George Floyd and Martin Luther King.

Racial Justice in Land Ownership, in which land is redistributed, making sure fertile farm land ends up in the hands of the new arrivals.

Racial Justice in Education, in which curricula are Africanized - as described here and elsewhere on my blog.

[jungle-angel]

The Bookworms' Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob love and adore your students at the high school you both teach at, but in the deepest parts of winter, your little nest at home is the coziest pace it's ever been

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @bradshawsbaby I hope you guys are ok with how this came out and I do apologize in advance, those gifs of Lew holding the baby in Lessons in Chemistry did things to me (lol)

"Alright guys make sure the chairs go up, floors are swept and that your stuff is all put away," Bob announced. "And Jaime, do not leave your main lesson book on the back counter again. I've already found two back there and this room is getting cleaned this weekend."

Early school closures were always chaotic, even for the high school. Already, Bob could hear the kiddos in the lower grades making their way out to the dirt parking lot to catch the buses or to hitch a ride home with their parents.

"Elen, Jenny, John and Deshawn, you guys come with me," Bob said to the four waiting kids at the back. "Your parents already called and said I could give you guys a ride home."

"You sure Mr. Floyd?" Deshawn asked.

"Positive," Bob answered.

The four went straight to their lockers in the hallway to get whatever they needed for the long weekend. School had already been canceled for the next day and Monday due to the impending snowstorm which had left parents in a flurry of chaos to come and get the kids from school.

As soon as they had gotten what they needed, Bob led them out to the dirt lot, the five of them all climbing into the truck with their things. Already the snow had begun to fall, the skies having turned an ominous dark silver with a dusting of white all over the school grounds.

"Alright who's first?" Bob asked, pulling out of the lot and turning the corner down the road.

"Me," Jenny chuckled, raising her hand.

Bob switched on the bluetooth in the truck so they could have some music on the ride home. Despite the snow and the down-time, Bob sneakily thought it a good time to review a little bit from the day to keep the thinking skills sharp.

"Alright Deshawn, hit me, what was one of the key points of Harald Haradrada's reign?" Bob asked.

"King Harald opted to make peace with his enemies rather than fight and achieved victory at the battle of Fulford Gate in 1064," Deshawn answered.

"Awesome! Ten points to Gryffindor!" Bob said, high-fiving Deshawn. "Elen, which ruler became a saint when Christianity was brought to Scandanavia?"

"Olaf Tryggvason."

Bob reached back and high-fived her as soon as they stopped at the intersection. He quizzed each of them on the way to their stops, dropping them off and making sure they got into their houses with no problems. Finally, after the last stop, Bob headed back to the home he shared with you.

He parked right in the driveway, gathered his things and headed straight inside, wanting to avoid the cold as much as possible. His cheeks were already red and his feet freezing in his steel toed boots, creeping in through the threads of his jeans and his Carhardt jacket.

Bob made his way through the front door of the old Victorian he shared with you, the fire glowing and crackling away already in the fireplace despite it being close to one in the afternoon. The whole place smelled so good, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and something fried coming from the kitchen. Only when he heard the obscene growling of his stomach did Bob realize he hadn't eaten that morning, making the cravings even worse.

He poked his head into the kitchen to find you with Auggie, your sweet little baby who had been born just two months before. Bob couldn't get enough of the sight, the tiny little baby in your arms and the softness of your voice as you hushed him back to sleep.

"Well good morning," you chuckled when you saw Bob in the doorway. "Or afternoon, whatever time it may be."

Bob laughed before he drew you in for a kiss, his body cold from having been outside. "Thought you were resting."

"Nope," you told him. "Just because I'm on maternity leave doesn't mean I have to be on bedrest all the time."

Bob smiled and shook his head, setting his bag down on the counter near the coffee maker. He hung his jacket by the storm door and helped you finish off the lunch you had made him, a big plate of eggs, spam, toast, carmelized onions and a steaming mug full of his favorite coffee. As soon as he had eaten, he took Auggie from your arms and went to the living room to warm up, wandering a little by the fireplace while he gently rocked his baby son.

"Shhhh......go back to sleep," Bob murmured softly. "Go back to sleep my lovebug."

His gentle hands had very quickly put Auggie back to sleep and as soon as he was sure, Bob placed him, blanket and all, into the little wicker bassinet near the window, letting him sleep for as long as time would allow. A rather loud meow had startled him, but when Bob looked down it was only Pumpkin, the little black cat you and him had adopted around Halloween.

"Damnit cat, you'll be the death of us yet," Bob chuckled, noticing that the bright pink sticky notes from the library were stuck to her fur.

Pumpkin gave him the cheekiest little cat grin she could have given him before she ran off to the library. Bob left the library door open just a crack in case Auggie awoke suddenly, excited as ever that the two of you got to spend the time in here that you did.

It was a whole mess of different colored chalk scraping across the little wheel-in blackboard, the turning and marking of pages and searching the shelves for books that you two had planned on using in your joint lessons when you were able to return from leave. Your literature class had already finished the Viking Sagas and would soon be starting your Tolkien block, leaving plenty of room to break down the literature that had inspired the books as well as other little details.

"Alright Professor Bob, give me your best," you joked as soon as he had finished the chalk drawing on the board.

"Very well my young padawan," Bob answered, returning the joke. "The realm we see right in the middle of Yggdrasil, the world of men is known as Midgard or, as the Anglo Saxons put it Middangeard, would roughly translate in today's English as 'Middle Earth'."

One again the familiar meowing of the cat caught him off guard, startling Bob as the cat curled around his legs. "Damnit! Pumpkin, get outta here!" he ordered.

The slinky black cat jumped right onto his desk and lay right down, rolling in the pile of bright pink sticky notes Bob had in a messy pile, the adhesive sticking to her fur.

"Swear to God, it's a wonder that cat hasn't given me a heart attack yet," he mumbled.

"Me too, now lets get back to business," you chuckled.

"Not without a kiss first sweetheart," Bob insisted.

You laughed as Bob kissed you, continuing his little mini lecture on the mythological origins of Tolkien's works while the snowstorm raged outside, but your home warm and cozy just as it had always been.