#he took me to church!

[miss-styles]

seeing hozier live was a religious experience...

[exhuastedpigeon]

My catholic raised ass saw that shot of Eddie and thought about religion (specially the stations of the cross, more specifically station 10).

Do I think this was on purpose? No probably not. Do I think the image of Eddie with his arms spread and his clothes being torn off his body is extremely symbolic anyway? Yeah I do.

[squiffed-then-sozzled]

Me and my brother were just talking about when I gave him a concussion via knocking him down my grandma's stairs

(Part 15)

[dragestil]

“take me to church” by hozier, live at dublin’s 3arena, 22 december 2023

[flashnthunder]

baberoe priest kink- hello yes please i need this!!!!

(thank you for taggin me <3)

Willow Boughs and Wanting

(mildly nsfw under the cut)

He’s pushed back into the pew, and he goes without much fight. From his position now, Babe is half looming over him. The light through the windows makes his hair even more red, like a halo of fire consuming him. Babe doesn’t leave him to think for too long, slowly straddling himself over his lap until his knees are on either side of Eugene’s legs. He’s still taller like that, looking down at Eugene’s face when he tips his head back.

“I gotta tell you, Father, you’ve made it a helluva time sitting in on your services,” Babe says, and there’s a hint of a smile there that’s swallowed in something more serious. Babe leans down so close that their lips almost touch. He plays it like a waiting game and Eugene is the one to blink first. He doesn’t know who closes the gap first, but they’re kissing and Babe’s hands are on his shoulders.

If there had been a halo of fire around Babe, it’s going to cover him next, spread its fire like a curious flame licking up around dry wood. It dries the muggy air out of him and brings him closer to something real and solid. They kiss until they’re spending more time pulling away to breathe a shared exhale of the same air.

“It just ain’t right keeping you squirreled away in here all by your lonesome,” Babe murmurs, and Gene doesn’t have time to think about what he means before Babe lets himself settle further down in his lap. Only by sheer will does he keep his hands from grabbing him, either to push him away or drag him down he doesn’t know. Babe looks him in the eye, slow and deliberate in his gaze and grinds down onto his lap. Eugene can’t bite back the noise he makes, something choked off and high that escapes his throat.

“Edward, you can't be doing that,” he means it to sound more of a warning than it does. Instead it comes more like a hurried question.

“What's it gonna take to kill that? Need to know me a little more biblically before you call me the right name?” Babe asks, and the smile from earlier is back. He grinds his hips against Eugene, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. He nudges Eugene’s head back, kissing right above his white collar where his throat dips with each swallow.

“Want me to stop calling you by your first name, maybe? You prefer Father Roe if we're being formal like?” He rocks into him again, pulling back to kiss along his jaw. He can feel the blood in his cheeks, hot and thruming underneath his skin. Babe winds his arms around his neck, his eyes falling closed when he leans his head to the side and hips still moving.

"Edward," he tries again, and his voice has found no more strength the longer he waits. Babe's eyes come open again at that, and just as suddenly as they'd ended up together he pulls back. Eugene feels something akin to fear flush through him, suddenly wanting to pull him back down.

He doesn't go far, Babe sinks to his knees in front of him, slower than should be possible with how fast everything else seems to be happening to him. Eugene can’t get a good enough grip on the pew under his hands him to steady himself. There’s a wicked look Babe gets now, and he runs his hands down the outside of Eugene's legs, catching halfway down his shin and holding.

“Awful hard, like I was saying. Supposed to be listening and you’re up there, looking like all a’this,” Babe’s hands move back up again to catch his hips, squeezing just a little. Eugene digs his nails into the pew, wishing the wood would splinter under his grip. He presses until it hurts, tilting his head up and screwing his eyes closed.

“Figured yous would be used to seeing somebody down on their knees like this,” Babe’s grip tightens. He pulls him forward a little, pushing Eugene to choose between letting go of his grip on the old wood or letting his hips be moved forward till his back is almost arched.

“No, I ain’t, it’s not- I never,” his voice comes out in more of a stutter than he had expected. Babe’s grin grows at that. Just as slowly as he’d sunk to his knees before, he leans forward till his lips hover about an inch away from the dark fabric. Despite the layers, Eugene feels a hot flush run down his neck knowing that if Babe looked he would probably be able to see him getting hard.

“You good and sure about that? Don’t wanna take my confession like this?” Babe asks, and there's not a prayer in the world that comes to him now.

[daredevil-vagabond]

Jason Todd & Red Hood

+ Alts

[woohooincoffin]

I want a Dachshund

[kittyoverlord]

Hey google, how about not including messianic congregations in searches for synagogues...

The irony of then also listing it as a christian church...

[hussyknee]

I saw someone saying that 2012–2017 felt a lot longer than 2017–2022 and holy fuck they're right.

Probably because 2020–2022 has felt like one long never-ending year and it's still not over.

[ask-hector-and-isaac]

(Post-CV3, Pre-CoD) Hector, were you and Rosaly ever officially married? Did you have any kind of ceremony to commemorate the event?

We had a long discussion about that. She was adamant that we got married, because it was important to her that we are husband and wife in the eyes of God. I was hesistant, as I am a heretic and I do not need the approval of a priest to know that my love for her is real.

In the end, I relented for her sake. Bowing my head to a God that doesn't see me is the least I could do for her. We had a small, conservative ceremony, with only her aunt figure and her children as witnesses. Rosaly's happiness was all I needed to be content with my decision.

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

My Catholic coworker getting into crystals & candle magic as I, a pantheist and occasional practitioner, am getting into a few particular Saints. Like meeting each other in the hallway at school as we go to the other’s previous class

[homoeroticvillain]

i finally got to see him [post timeskip dimitri]

[gxlden-angels]

Throughout all of this, I never thought about the potential for my family members to also deconstruct/leave fundamentalist christianity, even if they remained a more progressive christian in the end

[ghostzzy]

gets stressed and sad and immediately starts dumping blood from my body

[aromanticjangofett]

christianity literally gives you brainrot

[supernovafics]

saw hozier tonight 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾