#religious subtext

[deityofcaffeine-writerstears]

Start of Chapter seven, “Sins of the flesh”

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1298315374-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-7-cherry-pie

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/110146278

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Dean stood at the top of the church on October 26th, 2008, getting prepared for the day’s sermon as usual; he had been on edge for days, trying everything in his might not to call Castiel to make sure that he was okay.

Castiel was an angel, after all; a tricking, pie-stealing, trust-breaking, barbarous hedge-born joitheaded liar of an angel, that is, and Dean was sure he would be just fine without him or Sam nearby to help him. Flipping through his bible to some of the tabs he had out in his bible to be able to find what he wanted to say, Dean heard the front door of the church push open.

Listening closely, the eldest Winchester quickly realized that it was just his brother who had decided to show up a tad early for the sermon. Dean listened as his brother’s footsteps came closer and closer to him, stopping right beside him just as he found the page in his bible that he was searching for.

“What’s up, Sammy?” The priest asked, tilting his head slightly in his brother’s direction. “Cas asked if he could come to see your sermon, since he’s, uh, picking up his books later on,” Sam informed him, though it seemed by Sam’s hesitant that he already knew what the answer to that question was going to be.

“Tell Mr.Novak that there are other churches across town that he may enjoy more,” Dean hummed with a sarcastic smile, still feeling rather upset by the whole ordeal. “Dean, you can’t keep running from-” “Castiel can fuck off, okay, Sam?” Dean snapped, frowning as he pretended to flip pages in his bible again. “Now if you would excuse me, I have things to do, Sammy,”

Dean felt a little bad as Sam sighed and turned away, disappointment radiating over him as he dragged his feet and retreated back to the house. The man could hear the back door slam as he turned another page of his bible, and he tried to remind himself that Sammy was upset with him too and needed a way to express that without too many repercussions. Despite the guilt hanging over him, Dean quickly got the rest of his planning done and stood beside the door to begin greeting guests as they flooded in.

Most were old voices, people who has helped raise Dean and Sam and aid their father in learning how to raise two children on his own, people who had brought the young boys meals when they realized their father left them home alone, just in case they hadn’t eaten in a few days.

Despite this, there were one or two new voices who dropped by to check things out, one has just moved to the area and the other just trying to figure out their religion or what they did and did not believe in. In both cases, Dean welcomed them with open arms and greeted the rest of the usuals before making his way back up to the front to begin the sermon...

[canisalbus]

Of course Machete brings Vasco closer to god. That may have been a sex joke but like, definitely. It’s the best line in the entirety of Les Mis!

To love another person is to see the face of god.

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[frogyjones-art]

SawTober Day 5: Surgery - St. John you pighead you're dead now ! - click for better quality :]

[ansheofthevalley]

It's so funny bc I thought I was DONE with GoT/ASOIAF (at least until TWoW came out), and Ryan Condal and Miguel Sapochnik had to center the Dance around a Yuri fallout basically, and my content-starved queer heart couldn't resist that shit.

You give me a princess who struggles with gender roles, more specifically, the ones that are set to her as a woman and the ones set to her by being heir to the throne. A woman who's walking the line between her duties. She is a woman with no true freedom, even though she's a Princess and next in line for the throne, always having to live up to the expectations set by the men around her.

Then, you have her former "best friend," who's been groomed by both her father and the King used as a pawn in political games, and ended up isolated as a result. She's also an extremely religious woman who's been repressing her true desires before she even realized what those desires really were. She's a woman with no true agency, even though she's Queen.

And to top it all off, they had a great relationship. They were there for each other. They confided in each other. And then, their relationship fell apart because of the ambition of the men who were supposed to have their best interests at heart but only had theirs guiding their actions.

They grow apart and are pitted against each other. Each of them defends their family fiercely, which, of course, causes conflict because, again, the men who should be taking care of them are selfish bastards. Then, for the briefest of moments, they manage to get close again. Not like before, because too much has gone down between them. But, of fucking course, Viserys has to die, but not before speaking about an ambiguous prophecy about who's to sit on the Iron Throne (too many Aegons, man), and of fucking course that opens the gates to a civil war, which, of course, takes 0.1 seconds to go from bad to worse and then all Hell breaks loose, making it impossible for these two women, who had once been the closest two people could be, ever to reconcile.

So yeah, Condal and Sapochnik have me hooked on toxic, doomed-by-the-narrative Yuri.

I'm just here for the ride.

[smoresie]

Do you guys see the vision I'm envisioning...

[seashoreships]

Hello my 2 followers interested in fiv-3

[littlerosette]

mentor!katniss x tribute!peeta is such an irresistible idea…. imagine this insane, unspoken desperation she would have to save this boy who once saved her when they were both children and be completely be unable to rationalize her depth of feeling to herself

[lottiecrabie]

this is pfms coded but if george was pfms!matty and matty was reader

[juthemagicalclown]

trying to explain that i ship gureshin/fyolai and that's why i want to see shinya/nikolai kill guren/fyodor but struggling not to look like a sociopath

[sadgirlbadpoems]

I ask you to betray me with a kiss,

To exchange a pound of silver for my pound of flesh.

I ask you to betray me beautifully, to break bread at my table before you break my heart.

Your brother will claim to have never known me, and that may be for the best.

After all we all have our crosses to bare and the scent of lumber is the smell of home.

My brow is laiden with the weight of a crown I never asked for, so betray me softly, with a kiss.

[deityofcaffeine-writerstears]

Start of chapter four, Sins of the flesh.

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1263570085-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-4-raised-from-perdition Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/103642149#workskin -CAUTION: This one may include trigger warnings for those who are sensitive to descriptions of hell and very mild gore. You have been warned- ---- Hell was a horrible place; it was filled with the vilest of human beings, demons and creations you could ever imagine. People who had sold their souls were hung on hooks like meat hung in racks; in hell, a human and a cow were no different. The stink of sulphur, blood, smoke and flesh was constant, but if you were there you would find that the rotten scent was nothing compared to being whipped; to having your flesh torn and ripped repeatedly as blood and sweat rolled down your back. It was always ablaze, fiery hot and bright; never for a second was hell silent, but you would get used to the splitting headaches and the lack of sleep eventually.

Screams of pain and gurgles of pure agony surrounded Dean in hell; pain radiated throughout the man’s body and he didn’t have his blindfold over his eyes to allow him to feign ignorance to the many bloodied and beaten people surrounding him. The man didn’t remember how long he had been in hell, the pain too much for him to think about anything else; he hung on hooks, screamed and bled until he couldn’t take it anymore. He fought as hard as he could, avoided becoming a torturer at all costs and tried to remember what earth was like and who he was.

He was a priest, yet he was in hell; he struggled for forty long years until a saving grace came upon him. Hell lit up with a yellowish-white glow bright enough to blind you with a single glance, demons perished all around and Dean was raised from hell once again as a hand burned his left shoulder.

~♰~♰~♰~

Dean gasped as his eyes flew open, arms flailing and hands desperately grasping at something to hold on to; the first thing he registered was the feeling of cold stone beneath him, as well as beneath his palms when finally he had a grip on something.

Looking up, he saw towering ceilings and archways stretching high above his head; the many depictions of angels painted skywards were new to him, he had never even known that they were there. His left shoulder ached, and he came to realize his left hand lay on a very familiar statue; dozens of rosaries hung around her neck, swaying just slightly in a breeze that carried itself through the open door at the very back of the church. Dean sat up, breathing in the still-stale air; he could smell rain on the breeze and yet the church’s oxygen remained dusty and scented like history, it seemed no one had cleaned it properly in a while. The man only barely registered the pounding in his head as he looked around at the pews and the windows of his church, still a little disorientated by the sudden drag up from hell. Finally understanding that he was safe, Dean hauled himself up onto shaking legs and got a more thorough look at his surroundings...

[meltingchaos]

They're all the same genre of man and I cant stop thinking about it

[baejax-the-great]

The "The Dawn Will Come" scene in DAI is one of the best bits of storytelling Bioware has ever done.

[rexbalistidae]

Heart

[bluud-sugar]

i dont remember who it was, but i remember seeing a post speculating the riddlers plan mirrored the creation myth, where he took out his plan for six days and “rested” in arkham in the seventh

ive seen no one mention, though, his plan quite literally includes a purifying flood, and he “spares” batman by inviting him to his “ark” to watch it all happen with him

[officecyborg]

Rereading the manga, I think it's a real shame that Stampy decided to change Wolfwood's career, because Vash and Wolfwood have some of THE most nuanced discussions of pacifism in the whole comic. Half the time it's some sadist mook of the week being all "nyeh heh heh, I bet you won't hold onto your values when you're being turbo murdered by my poison bullets technique, Vash the Stampede!" But Wolfwood isn't a sadist, and generally dislikes violence. His objections are far more pragmatic, like the fact that he has kids depending on him, that he doesn't want to die. And, you know, the not-insignificant point that Vash is a semi-immortal alien angel thing who can afford the luxury of pacifism when he knows he's not likely to be killed. At the same time, you can see that his decision to kill in self-defense weighs on him heavily; this little speech comes hot on the heels of a nightmare where he can't hug the kids he's taking care of because he's soaked in blood. With all these conversations, he makes legitimately good points, but you kind of get the sense he secretly wants Vash to prove him wrong.