#remote would have made it into the bible

[blingblong55]

Closer -John "Soap" MacTavish x F!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW

Photo credit for that Ghost work to @ave661

Based on a request: I need smut on Werewolf!Soap and Vampire!Ghost, it keeps me alive and afloat 😔❤️ Closer by Nine Inch Nails A/N: Imagine riding Soap to this song as Ghost's fangs dig into your neck🫠. I mean, you can't convince me they don't have an orgy with this song in the background ---- F!Reader, 18+, MDNI, smut, monster!au, werewolf!Soap, vampire!Ghost, threesome, unprotected!sex, human!reader, dom!Soap, dom!Ghost, sub!reader, blood!play, pup!play/bondage, rough!sex ---- A/N: straight into it so I hope this meets your expectations…

You are straddling Soap's hips on the red velvet sheets that made the bed. Ghost's fangs dig into you as his fat and needy cock gets buried deep inside your tightness. Soap, watching from under you, hands behind his head as with amusement he holds the pink leash that holds your neck close to him.

They were right, a sweet and small little human like you wasn't ready for the punishment your strange neighbours had for you. Your tight and small hole getting fucked relentlessly by Ghost as Soap had you riding his girthy cock. Between praises and slaps you found yourself having your third orgasm of the evening. No one said that pleasing men with great stamina were easy but you can take it, can't you?

The dark walls, filled with old portraits and your soft body adorned the room. Cum leaked from your cunt and tight ass. Your mouth drooling from when Soap began to fill your mouth with his fist. Your tits bounce and occasionally slap on Soap's hard and hairy chest. Growls of excitement and hunger for more of this fuck dinner getting louder. Tears run down your face when the sharp dagger in Ghost's hand rips the thin fabric of your lacy bra. The blade made some blood run down, which only excited Ghost when he watched Soap's finger pick some of the crimson and make you lick his fingers clean.

If only they had told you earlier that they didn't need a good catholic slut to come and collect old Bibles but instead, that they wanted to corrupt your body, blood and those tasty holes of yours.

Blood drunk, that is what Ghost is as he filled your ass with more of his thick seed. Soap pulls on the leash, "Kiss me, slut," he grunts, his cock so deep inside of you that your wet cunt aches. Your lips meet his and his sharp teeth make your sweet mouth leak blood, this only makes Ghost feral.

Both men pounding into you. Their meaty cocks and balls are ready to just fill you up over and over until you learn to not go into strange homes.

Ghost takes hold of your neck, tilting it to the side to get more of that sweet and addicting blood you have.

Soap like the absolute beast he is begins to fight for dominance. Both men laugh as all you can do is control you, their submissive pet reminded of why she is kept alive. And you wouldn't complain, would you?

Ghost almost makes you pass out but before he can, Soap pushes him off, flips himself over and takes you from behind. His balls slapped against your aching cunt as you took his size so well. Just before he slaps that red face of yours, your pretty and tight hole gets stuffed and spread wide by his fat cock that leaks his creamy seed. Your moans and cries of pleasure mixed in with his growls and grunts.

Ghost watches this with amusement, he knows a good girl like you could take a size or two but not something remotely close to Soaps.

Finally, when they undo your wrist restraints and unleash you, both men massage your body. Whispering sweet praises for taking them so well and knowing that they were too pleased, they will certainly ask the priest to let you visit their home for some "prayers".

"Shh, it's okay, you did a good job," Ghost licks and kisses the blood from your body. "Yeah, you did so well for us, lass," Soap wipes the tears from your delicate face.

A/N: Short I know but...it's all my brain came up with

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[cobragardens]

Another Post About Crowley's Terrible Handwriting

Actually his handwriting here isn't terrible, it's just, like Anathema's spelling, 300 years too late.

So first, I posit that we can be reasonably confident this is Crowley's handwriting because he is very likely the only celestial being besides Aziraphale who can spell devourer correctly.

Crowley has taken more care than usual with his penmanship today because this is a Fancy Presentation, and there are some delightful things to note about it:

--The beautiful serifs on each letter and variation in width of the strokes (the lowercase r's especially)

--Enthusiastic but intermittent capitalization of nouns

--The L that ends "Hail" is a small capital like the ones used in the Bible to spell LORD; the l in Worlds is lower-case

--The lozenge shape of the letter o

--Both s-es are oversized and dip below the writing line

--The kerning is terrible, the script wanders off the writing line at several points, and the location of the writing line is not imagined consistently

I am not an expert in the history of handwriting, but every single point of this suggests to me that Crowley learned to write in English in the late 16th or early 17th century, between say 1570 and 1620, and he learned to do it by copying printed material, not somebody else's handwriting. And it looks like late 16th-century writing. Or rather, like somebody learned to write by copying late 16th-century print and hasn't practiced enough for his style to change significantly in the last 400-500 years.

This means Crowley would have learned using a quill pen, poor devil, and if that's true no wonder he doesn't do it more often. (I wonder if this is why he now owns a pen that looks like it can break the sound barrier; if the Bentley is a permanent replacement for the loathsome, buttocks-abusing horse, maybe he keeps the expensive pen as self-reassurance that he'll never have to write with a quill again.) Quill pens would explain the lozenge-shaped o's: quills can only make a downstroke, so writers who used them shape o's as lozenges made of four downstrokes. Someone who learned writing with a quill would shape his o's like a calligrapher.

16th/early 17th century is the earliest I think Crowley would have learned to write in English because before that there was no block print; there was no print at all, only handwritten scripts of varying legibility, none of which look remotely like Crowley's handwriting does.

Here's what print looked like in Germany in 1471 (printing does not arrive in England for another 5 years after this):

The printing press showed up in England in 1476. Between 1500 and 1600, England got its shit sorted out wrt fonts and typesetting and started turning out what we would recognize today as readable material.

Here's what English printing looked like in 1623, c. 150 years after the German one above:

Not bad, right? I've received Xerox copies less legible than this in classes I paid for. I think it is likely based on his handwriting that Crowley learned to write from printed material a decade or two older than this. The adornments Crowley puts on his letters are serifs, not ligatures: these are not letters that were ever meant to join up in cursive, but letters that were copied from typeset.

From the 16th through the mid-19th century, variations in how a handwriter capitalized letters were very common, and two of these variations show up in Crowley's writing as well.

First, English inherited from German the capitalization of all its nouns. You can see it in Titus Andronicus, above (1623). Due to variations in education and taste, this quickly shifted to capitalization of whichever nouns the writer (or publisher, or printer) felt were important to capitalize, as you can see in Paradise Lost from 1688, below. Hail the Great Beast, devourer of Worlds.

Second, It was also very common during this time to capitalize terminal letters of words, either as a sign to the reader that previous letters had been omitted or because writers using quill pens wanted to be sure readers knew what letter they were looking at through the smudges and weird spacing and general wretchedness of the reading experience imposed by quill writing. I think this latter reason may be why Crowley writes "HaiL" when his other letter L, in "Worlds," is both lowercase and carefully printed with a pretty serif.

Handwriters in English between 1500 and 1800 also had a major hard-on for abusing the letter s, which was shaped like a lowercase f (to contemporary eyes) or a loose S, either of which drop below the writing line. Here's an example in print from 1688:

Use of the long S in print fell out of favor and disappeared abruptly in the UK after 1800.

Crowley's S-es could be a holdover from this: they both drop below the writing line, and they're both oversized.

What I think we can say for sure is that he's not very good at writing s-es, so they always turn out bigger than he intends. The S in "Beast" is noticeably different at the left curve than the S in "Worlds," which I would expect for someone who hasn't written thousands of s-es yet, and the S in "Worlds" looks very much like someone has faithfully rendered a shape they have seen rather than written a letter. Since he can write a letter r elegantly but can't do a curved s, it suggests to me that he hasn't had as much practice doing the curved s yet as he has the other letters, which fits with someone used to writing a long s 75% of the time.

Even the kerning speaks to me of someone who learned to write with a quill: leaving (comparatively) large spaces between letters gives the ink somewhere to drip and smudge without rendering the letter illegible.

There's one other reason I think Crowley probably learned to write in English in the 16th century: He's lazy, and he probably wouldn't have needed to know before then.

The movable-type press arrived in England in 1476. The Protestant Reformation kicked off in England c. 60 years later in 1534 when Henry VIII declared himself head of the English Church. Prior to the surge in literacy among the wealthy and merchant classes in the 16th century, thanks to this intersection of printing press and Protestants (who believe it's important that each person read the Bible for themselves), almost no one knew how to read, including most of the gentry and nobility, and still fewer knew how to write. If you had a message, you sent a guy or you showed up yourself. If you had something you wanted recorded, you summoned a scribe. If you needed to know something, you found somebody who knew and you asked them.

By the time of Queen Elizabeth's accession in 1558, 82 years after William Caxton began operating England's first movable-type printing press, a fully literate royal court were passing each other and their spies and their assassins gossipy notes like everybody was a 12yo in math class. Elizabeth wrote letters and poems. Among the gentry gentlewomen replaced monks as the medical caregivers for their communities (bc Henry shut down all the monasteries), and they wrote and shared and copied multi-generational "receipt books" and herbals of medical and cosmetic treatments. In the space of a single generation, literacy--the ability to write, not just to read--became a prerequisite for functioning in the upper echelons of society.

So if he didn't already know by then, Crowley would have needed to learn to write in English in the mid-16th century. And he would have had to learn it with a quill. (Wearing black probably came in handy for all the ink he spilled or dripped on himself.)

Last to consider is the W in "Worlds," which has no serifs and is not written with any particular attempt at straightness or symmetry. To me this suggests that Crowley learned to write w's from a modern reference, not his original reference. And this makes perfect sense: w was very much in use in the 16th century in English, but nobody agreed on how to write or print it, so there were crossed v's, two capital U's, and this weird gothic lowercase n with extra tentacles. W, Crowley would have learned, always needs to be checked up on before you commit.

Crowley's spelling here is modern, which is frankly a huge achievement for someone who was present for the formation and transformation of all 3 English languages. The contemporary Modern English we use today was a going concern for over 2 centuries before anyone wrote an English dictionary, and it was three centuries before dictionaries became authorities on how to spell correctly and people started giving a shit about that. (Before that as long as people could read the word and understand what you meant by it in context, you'd spelt it correctly.)

Taken together, the W and the modern spelling suggest that although Crowley almost never writes by hand, he reads regularly. This matches with two Words of God I've seen from Neil Gaiman (which I am too lazy to find and link) in which he mentions that Crowley likes to read but won't admit to doing so or to liking books.

Aziraphale should get him a book about ducks for Valentine's Day.

[6lostgirl6]

Hier Kommt Die Sonne [Prologue]

Van Helsing x The Lost Boys Crossover

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x G/n!Reader, Count Dracula x G/n!Reader (Platonic), Dracula's Wives x G/n!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: In an alternate universe as Count Dracula's only heir, you have finally come of age to choose your mate at your own masquerade ball. Well, it's discovered that you may have more than one.

TW: slight movie spoilers, slight gore involving death

A/N: This fic follows the same timeline as the Van Helsing (2004) film, however occurring in an alternate universe where Dracula's goal to bring his children to life doesn't occur but is mentioned. Reblogs are highly appreciated!

1887

On this particular night, this was the exact moment in which he felt like an utter failure for the first time in his immortal life. 

Throughout his previous life centuries ago prior to making his deal with the devil, Vladislaus Dracula always been known as a cunning and devious creature that has transferred into his immortalized being.

Therefore, with the vast knowledge that he picked up over the centuries, he believed that he would have predicted all odds against him and that would be his downfall. His downfall that would involuntary affect his brides.

He could still hear their haunting cries when he finally uncovered the destroyed corpse of Frankenstein's monster under the rubble of the windmill. The Holy Bible was desperately clutched in the monster's rotten grasp, covered in blackened soot and pages threatening to waste away.

Dracula never regretted the things he's done throughout his existence. However, he felt immense guilt for killing the doctor. The miscalculation that resulted in their only chance of bringing their unborn children to life was diminished.

"How could you?!"

The deep anguish in Aleera's voice directed towards him was too much to bear. With a frustrated hiss and voice full of misdirected venom, he ordered his wives to return home, safely.

The last thing he needed was to lose his brides too.

It was the last thing he remembered before he transformed into his bat-form and vanished into the night. It was a desperate act to get away, clear his mind and settle the unrecognizable feeling in his chest. Without much thought, he managed to find himself in the woods.

The woods was completely shrouded in darkness, the soft glow of the moon being an only source of light to guide his way through the stretch of wood and overgrown forestry. Not that he even remotely needed it, given that his vampire abilities allowed him to navigate better than any living creature.

He walked through the thicket, following hidden paths that led him deeper and deeper. His mind was racing, replaying his wives devastating screams and he felt another unfamiliar pang in his ribcage.

He paused in confusion, touching the material covering his chest where his undead heart lay dormant. What could have brought this sudden pain in his chest?

"This feeling..." His mind suddenly conjured. "This feeling is...?"

It made perfect sense now. The unfamiliar feeling that was making his chest hurt when he thought about his saddened brides and his dead children that never would experience life.

He was feeling sadness.

The hollowness he as always felt during his existence has always been his companion. His wives only offering some amount of relief yet he couldn't deny the lack of emotion he held for many centuries.

He cared for his brides truly, enough that he wanted to have children with them. He would never admit this, not even to the devil himself, but he hoped that his children would give him that sense of fullness that he's been searching for. Yet, it wouldn't come to pass.

Now he will remain this way forever.

Suddenly, distant screams alerted the vampire as he stood ridged. His pupils dilated as he searched through the darkened trees and thick brush for the source. Dracula was never scared, however he was territorial and this was his land.

He concentrated more and discovered the source was miles away yet still reachable if he wanted to transform into his bat-form and confront the potential threat. As quick as the screams appeared, they were distinguished. Yet, only one thing was brought to his attention that made his fangs ache.

The fresh smell of blood.

With a growl, he quickly transformed. The sound of flesh expanding and bones shifting, he was in the air, heading towards the direction the blood was coming from.

In a mere few minutes, the vampire landed onto the forest floor, returning to his human form as he took in what he was witnessing.

There was a cabin that appeared to be broken into or attacked by a deadly storm. The windows were completely destroyed and the door ripped from its hinges, claw marks decorating the wood in a destructive pattern. Perhaps, he could find a meal before he returned home to his brides.

Ever cautious, he walked inside the cabin, eyes quickly adjusting to room shrouded in black. He already found the first victim, a male leaned against the wall near the door with his jugular ripped out. The furniture was completely destroyed and ripped apart and he followed the scent of blood towards the kitchen area.

There, he discovered what appeared to be the man's bride. Her lifeless body laying on her stomach with her arm outstretched, reaching towards the cabinet that seemed unbothered. Her jugular was also missing.

Dracula sighed, already knowing this was caused by a ravenous vampire. He lost his appetite, already knowing that he will be stressed the next few weeks until he hunted that vampire down and killed it. Nobody was allowed to hunt on his land.

He turned to walk away, however he stopped when he heard small whimpers coming from the cabinet. He quickly turned back and carelessly pushed the woman out of his way as he lowered himself to face the cabinet.

Slowly, he opened the cabinet and what he discovered inside made him feel like his undead heart skipped a beat. Which he thought was impossible.

It was a newborn. You.

You laid there in a small basket of bread that was cushioning you. Your small whimpers and trembling lip made something inside the vampire snap. He felt something in his chest.

A paternal instinct.

He reached out for you before pulling away slightly, a little cautious that he could potentially hurt you on accident. However, your escalating cries and appearance of tears made him quickly change his mind.

He carefully wiped a few tears away, hushing you softly. Quickly yet carefully, he reached in and picked you up, cradling you to his chest as he brought himself back into a standing position.

He pulled away slightly, looking down towards you. Your cries have returned to only being whimpers but the vampire still felt the need to comfort you, a smile would suit you much better.

Staring at you a little bit longer, his pupils dilated making his eyes appear to be darker than black. He was suddenly hit with a wave of intense emotions. The absolute need to protect, nurture, and care for you.

Was this love? A paternal love one would feel for their child that he's heard many times? Yes, it was.

A smile slowly worked onto his face, his earlier sadness and guilt washing away the longer he watched you.

"It's okay..." He muttered, voice deep and thick with a Romanian accent. "You're safe now." He rocked you a little, a little out of his element but it still felt natural.

Your whimpers began to cease and a sigh escaped you as you settled down against his chest. Instantly, his mind was already made up, you were his. His child to love and cherish for as long as he was immortal.

A small sneeze broke the silence and successfully brought him from his trance and he looked down at you. He stared in confusion as he slowly brought his knuckle to feel your cheek. He could feel the slight chill that began to rival his own the longer he held you in his arms. He knew he was a creature that lacked warmth, however he knew he couldn't risk you getting sick.

Effortlessly, he maneuvered you in his arms to remove his overcoat, wrapping it around you to bring you a sense of warmth.

"Come," He whispered softly, his smile returning on his face as he walked towards the entryway. "You must meet your new mothers."

This night, Count Vladislaus Dracula felt for once in his immortal life completely and utterly full.

"My Sun."

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[defining-skyology]

Defining Lore(bible).

Did you know TGC confirmed to the Lore community that the story isn't just being made up as they go?

Lore theorists were getting pretty upset around late 2020, because a nihilistic cultural movement was swelling amongst us over a question:

If the story was never fully created/fleshed out, then are we just theorizing about a story... that doesn't exist?

[[[Longer read ahead]]]

[[[Continue reading]]]

We are back

It's been quite an agonizing week and all I've wanted to do for so long was just get back on this. Even now that I'll barely be approaching our topic of the day/week, the question still lingers: how long does working on a single article take? Though the writing portion of the production process takes 2-4 (idle/distracted) hours of writing, I spend an entire week beforehand searching up, on average, dozens of philosophical and scientific wikis and official research studies, panning for things to help me distinguish my arguments in interesting ways. I've come to really love reading, and while I haven't been able to write; I promise that we've been reading.

Why do these articles need such thorough and often unconnected briefs and research just in order for us to post them? According to the amazing community-control dev Ash from Lorechat, we know that there is supposedly a 'canon' story that TGC's team works together to ensure is still cohesive to the 'grand plan'; fleshed out much greater than most aspiring theorists would/do believe. (Supposedly). When first announcing this to an absolutely livid Lorechat in late 2020, Ash called it "The Lore Bible". The devs have the Lore Bible. But we don't.

The Lore Bible, the original story of Sky; the descriptive, canon history of the Ancestor kingdom, was written before Sky officially launched in 2019. Which means that Ash is suggesting to the Lore community that Sky's story has always had its 'full details', with none of the major plot points of the fall of the kingdom excessively changing. There is an Answer. But to most theorists, we will never come remotely close to confidently knowing we have it, not without help anyways. But I don't think that's true. I don't think it's impossible. And I think, help or not, we can keep taking steps closer towards Knowing.

Because Sky is just a Story. Sky is a fictional world, with a structured civilization and exhaustively-planned ecosystem. They had to have come into having these ideas from somewhere. They had inspiration, and now we do too. We can decide what their inspiration was, and we try to rebuild the Story in our mind from the ground up. We've always already tried to rebuild the Story in our heads from the ground up. But I'd like to verbalize in a different light, for a different view.

Here on this blog, we won't be rebuilding this World, this concept of what a Kingdom looked like. Instead, I want to tear it back down. I want to strip the fabrics apart by their seams, and see every way that they have sewn this together. I want to peel it back until it was just a thought in their heads.

We have to reverse-engineer the entire thing.

The point, is to not start creating the entire world. I'd rather not do that. So many Sky theorists try, and it often just doesn't always work perfectly. Why? Because of the loose ends. They built their characters; their interactions, their plot, climax, falling action; relationships; tender moments; bitter tears.

But in the end those characters, those emotions, all stand on loose gravel, in quicksand, their ankles getting pulled in by the unbuilt world they've made.

This is why world building is so important, and the missing step we've been disregarding all these years. We need to prioritize creating the foundation before we can stand up on it.

The Answer is out there folks. So let's keep looking.

[paradoxcase]

John 5:20

The first one of these was John 20:8, which seems like it should come way after this one, but this is a continuation of that. The actual bible John 5:20 is

For the Father loves the Son and shows him all he does. Yes, and he will show him even greater works than these, so that you will be amazed.

I don't think it relates

I guess this is Cassiopeia and Nigella? Except, the necromancer/cavalier relationship was explicitly envisioned as platonic. Why would that have been the case if one of the original relationships that it was modeled on was a romantic relationship? Did Cassiopeia and Nigella have a different kind of relationship after the Resurrection happened and they lost their memories, or did John just really not want them to be together for some reason?

So Pyrrha was a cop. Man, I bet tumblr hates this

I just want to reiterate that it's a bit weird and human-centric to say that the planet being habitable for humans is what makes it alive, or healthy, and that when it's no longer habitable for humans it dies. Like, I know a lot of environmentalist stuff is phrased like that, to encourage people to help out of selflessness, but like, the reason we want to preserve the Earth's environment in a state that can support us isn't because that will be better for the Earth, it's because that's the only way we can continue to survive on Earth. It's for the humans (and other animals), not for the planet. The Earth existed for almost a billion years with zero life on it, and quite a while longer with no humans, and it was fine. It's been through multiple events where 80-90% of all species went extinct, and the planet was fine, and it didn't necessarily "recover" from all of those events, sometimes the climate of the planet just changed in some fundamental way permanently and natural selection evolved a new set of animals that could survive in the new environment. And even if you want to say that it's the existence of life on Earth that makes the planet alive as opposed to dead, even though the Earth has been through all those events, some forms of life made it through that and life has been here continuously for 3.7 billion years. Even if we make Earth completely uninhabitable for us, and kill off most species of animals in the process (heck, we've already killed off a significant percentage), I think it's unlikely that we'll kill off 100% of all life, I think there's stuff here that's perfectly capable of outlasting humans and whatever terrible changes we make to the environment. And like, ok, the problems we're causing, with greenhouse gasses and making the atmosphere toxic to living things such that stuff like catastrophic weather and acid rain and so forth happen - there's a planet in the solar system that is what you can imagine is like the end stage of that, right, an atmosphere that makes it extremely hot such that any water that existed is gone, and which is completely toxic to all life on Earth. That's Venus, that's what Venus is like. (Side note, it's kind of interesting, but if we terraformed Venus to have an Earth-normal atmosphere, it would actually only reach a maximum temperature of about 35 degrees Celcius, mostly due to how slowly it rotates, its temperature is 100% because of its atmosphere and not really just because it's closer to the sun.) Anyway, Venus exists in this story, and I don't think we're meant to believe that Venus has been dead this entire time, I think we're meant to understand that Venus was alive and perfectly fine up until the event that killed all of the solar system planets. And I don't think humans are even capable of turning Earth into Venus. I think even if we tried really really hard to do that, we would all die long before Earth got even remotely close to being Venus. So what exactly are we meant to believe humans were doing to kill the Earth, since having an environment like Venus doesn't mean a planet is dead, and the Earth didn't die during all the other mass extinctions?

I love that having a bad sense of humor is apparently genetic in this story. It's a shame Magnus never got to procreate

I hope we get more information from these snippets about what G1deon was actually like, since we saw so little of him as a person and then he died. Mercy and Augustine thought that G1deon might attack them in revenge for killing John, but weren't sure. I guess he was a sort of don't-rock-the-boat kind of person, based on this?

Kia kaha means "stay strong" and kia maia means "be brave" in Maori, as far as I can tell. So John is Maori, I guess

So again - this seems to be John talking to Alecto, but I somehow doubt that Alecto would refer to John as "Lord" the way that Harrow does. But maybe - if it's a possibility right now that Alecto is actually in Harrow's body as Nona, maybe they swapped and Harrow is now in Alecto's body somehow? Only, Alecto's body is still in the Tomb, as far as we know, and John has been referring to her as "Harrow" even though this story seems to be intended for Alecto

So John somehow got his powers without realizing it, before the Earth died, or at least, before it became uninhabitable. It doesn't sound from this account like he did anything that would have resulted in Lyctorhood, particularly

Also, quick note on these:

So each of these sections is a day, and the book ends at the end of day five, and again we're counting down to some Event that happens at the end of the book. Only, didn't the tomb already open absolute yonks ago when Harrow was 10? How much more open is going to get?

[bunnygirl678]

putting this under a keep reading so if don't want to read about politics or religion don't look :)

(also friendly reminder that if something stresses you out, don't interact with it, even if pop culture tells you that you have to, including politics)

So I normally don't get involved with anything remotely political. I avoid the news, I don't discuss my personal opinions with most people. My overall belief is that the only difference between the two (American) parties is the color of their ties, because the same corporations line their pockets, and unfortunately anyone who makes it anywhere in politics is corrupt. This part isn't all that important just some background, with it being election season here in the states, I have multiple things blocked tag/content wise, I don't want to see it. For that reason I don't get on facebook, okay this is a whole lot of back story for the payout lmao.

I get on facebook to see the post my vet did featuring my dog and i made the mistake of scrolling. I see a bunch of posts about how horrible bankers daughter turned singer is (i'm not a fan of hers just to be clear, i change the radio and usually complain when she pops on), how her music is anti-God, anti-family ect ect ect, again i don't care. I looked up some of the lyrics and tbh this stuff is tame? Again I DO NOT CARE, i haven't liked her since her first song hit the radios.

Anyway, these same very evangelical people posted about her and how people need to come to God yadda yadda, how pure and Christian they themselves are, then they go on to post about 45 (trying to avoid this post getting pulled into any searches by content lol) apparently 45 has released (or is at least endorsing) a new bible, which besides being an obvious play for money and votes, it's extremely sacrilegious and offensive. Had anyone else been pushing this, there would have been widespread calling them the anti-christ, instead evangelicals are acting like this is a sign from the lord himself.

i'm lutheran, i take the sacraments, i pray, i read the bible, and i'm so angry that people think this is okay. holier than thou people too, it's so infuriating. sld;kfjsdlfkj how can people say he's a god fearing man?? like he obviously doesn't fear god, if he did he wouldn't be putting out a bible that throws in american nationalism.

"There is neither Jew nor Gentile, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus" Galatians 3:28

wonder if 45 took out that verse, and it's kjv arguably the worst translation. skdlfjsdflkjsdfkljsdfjlk

might delete this idk i'm very annoyed; (and for the record my opinion is typically 'the government should have no say in private lives, and they should be forced to spend money like someone with 20.00 in their checking account')

[dpsisquared]

wip wed Claude is a menace in every universe

"I think I made your date mad," Mr. Riegan said with a wink. The surprise had driven all sensible thoughts out of her head, so instead of introducing herself or giving him a piece of her mind, what left her mouth was a defensive, "He's not my date." "You sure about that? Check out that death glare." Up the line, Dimitri was indeed watching them with what could only be described as murderous intent. Mr. Riegan spoke in a low, excited tone, like someone telling a ghost story. "A foreigner comes into a duchy through mysterious means, and at the opening ball of the season, he shows up with the first woman Garreg Mach has put forward in half a century! Now that is just dripping with fascinating implications." "I scarcely know Mr. Blaiddyd," she said, trying to keep her tone firm and even. She'd never had trouble hiding her emotions before, but Rhea had been right. This was a different kind of battlefield. "I see. So he must be a means to your political ends-- which I can only assume is reclaiming the power the church lost in the war." Byleth couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I can assure you that I have no desire to enter politics." "Oh, love at first sight with the handsome Duke, then? Juicy. I heard he was the white knight to your damsel in distress the other day." She couldn't help the scoff that escaped her. "That is insulting to the three extremely capable Officer's Academy graduates that fought off all but the last handful of bandits!" The Duke grinned at finally getting a rise out of her. Well, all her outburst had revealed was that she loved her students. She didn't mind everyone knowing that. "Strange, isn't it? Running into bandits in the remote mountains? The monastery is the only thing around for leagues." That thought had already occurred to her. Their small group had barely left the campsite. With hardly any trail to track, the bandits would have had to randomly stumble upon their small encampment in a difficult terrain that spanned an area larger than many of Fodlan's territories. But she wasn't about to give this man the satisfaction of feeling clever. "Bandits are more intelligent than people assume. They likely knew many nobles would be on their way to Garreg Mach for the ball." "And you gained all this insight into bandit activity during... Bible study?"

[feedingtheflockministry]

The Testimony of Khalil (a former terrorist for Islam)

Love it that Jesus still makes appearances to this day. He is so gentle and kindhearted to those He appears to. Hope you all enjoy this short 30 minute film. I sure did.

Story:

Khalil started memorizing the Qur’an at an early age and developed what he called a “love for the word of God.” As he grew older, his views hardened into a radical form of Islam and he joined an Islamic group. He engaged in terrorist acts designed to overthrow the Egyptian government, and for a time received military training in a remote, desert area of Yemen.

The group’s Emir, however, eventually came to the conclusion that a military option was not practical in achieving their aims against Christian missionaries. The Emir, instead, proposed an intellectual approach. He assigned Khalil the task of writing a book that would discredit Christianity by exposing the Bible as a corrupted text and revealing the passages in the Bible that foretell of the Prophet Mohammed. Khalil was repulsed by the idea that he would have to read the Bible as part of his research, but eventually took on the job at the Emir’s insistence.

When he had completed reading the Bible and cross-referencing it with numerous texts from the Qur’an (as well as commentaries on the Qur’an), Khalil discovered the Bible was neither inaccurate nor corrupted. Furthermore, he found no mention of the Prophet Mohammed, and he discovered the Qur’an itself acknowledges that Isa (Jesus), the Messiah, is God.

Growing doubts now made Khalil’s life miserable. He had always loved Islam and had always believed the only way to God was through the Prophet Mohammed. But now he asked: If Jesus and God are one, then who is the Prophet Mohammed and what is the way to heaven? Khalil began to put his thoughts on paper. He knew his conclusions were not what the Emir would want to hear, but his honest enquiry offered no alternatives.

One day, the Emir came to visit Khalil in his house and discovered the manuscript, which Khalil had entitled “Is the Qur’an God’s Word?” The Emir was shocked at Khalil’s premise, and especially his conclusions regarding Jesus. He threatened to kill him if he ever shared his heretical ideas with another Muslim. As far as the Emir was concerned, Khalil had become a kafir (infidel).

Khalil, however, could not deny his growing conviction that Christianity was the way to God. He began to cautiously seek out Christian acquaintances at work, hoping to learn more about their faith. One day, as he placed a phone call to one such friend from a café, his briefcase was stolen. The bag contained his manuscript, Bible and identity card. Khalil rushed home, troubled and tormented. Alone in his room, he repented for daring to think the Prophet Mohammed was not sent from God and the Qur’an was not the Word of God. He knelt on his prayer mat only to discover that he could not say his prayers or utter one word of the Qur’an. Instead, he prayed in his own words—from the heart—asking God to show him the truth.

That night, Khalil fell into a deep sleep. In a dream, a man came to him and told him he was the one for whom Khalil had been searching. He also told Khalil to read the Book (the Bible). Khalil said he loved the Book, but had lost it, to which the man replied, “The Book cannot be lost. Stand up and open your closet. You will find it there.”

Khalil awoke from the dream, got out of bed and opened his closet door. His Bible was inside on a shelf. Khalil hurried to his mother’s room, woke her up and begged her forgiveness for his years of harsh treatment. As the sun rose that morning, he went outside, greeting friends and strangers alike. He sought out the Christian owners of businesses whom he had robbed or mistreated, and begged their forgiveness, too.

Over the ensuing months, Khalil grew in his faith, gradually winning the trust of local Christians and finding fellowship at a church where he was baptized in water. He has braved persecution but is convinced that no price is too great to pay for the joy of serving the One who gave everything for him.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Birthing Jesus Camille Helminski

"And so she conceived him, and she withdrew with him to a remote place. And when the pains of childbirth drove her to the trunk of a palm tree, she called out, “Oh would that I had died before this, and that I were forgotten, utterly forgotten!” Then a call came to her from below her saying, “Do not grieve, your Lord has made for you a stream flowing out from beneath you. And shake the trunk of the palm tree towards you, and it will drop fresh, ripe dates upon you— so eat and drink and cool your eye.”"

[Quran, Surah Maryam 19:22–26]

The Quranic and Biblical accounts of the birth of Jesus differ in their details, but both recount the event with honor and sensitivity as resplendent with God’s Grace and attendance by angels. In the Quran, Beloved Mary is alone during the throes of labor, and reaches out to a palm tree for support; this gentle woman is tested to the edge of endurance, both physically and emotionally as, unsure of what is to come, she struggles, alone, and yet supported by the emerging strength of the palm. As it is storied in the Bible, together with Joseph she finds refuge within the welcoming warmth of a stable, the abode of animals of service, creatures of sustenance. Whether she was alone or in the company of her betrothed, she was reliant upon her Lord, even in the midst of difficulty, trusting in the Breath of knowingness through which she had matured, now witnessing the fulfillment of the Word.

Within the Islamic tradition, it is understood that it was an angel who calls to her to look down and see the spring that has surfaced beneath her, to drink of it “and cool your eye.” The date palm freshens and flourishes, all in a moment, and drops fresh ripe dates upon her. Once again she is provided for through the bestowal of Unseen Grace.

In the Biblical version of the story of the nativity, Mary gives birth in a stable, a simple wooden shelter, or in some versions, a cave (a quiet, safer place of retreat than the bustling caravanserai or inn), where she is welcomed by the animals to share their warmth and refuge. It had been necessary for Joseph and Mary to return to Bethlehem in the winter, because it was the year of the census that occurred every fourteen years under Roman rule; it had to be completed by the end of that December. Since Joseph was from the House of David, they must return to the home of the family lineage, to Bethlehem. From Nazareth to Bethlehem would have been about a week’s journey in those days, so they would have had to set off by mid-December in order to arrive in time.

In the Biblical version, also, the angelic and natural world rise up in support. The mystery of the majesty of the womb of Mary is celebrated with the third joyful rosary remembrance of the birth of Jesus.

A hadith relates several moments in the Prophet Muhammad’s Night Journey (‘Isra) to Jerusalem and Ascension (Miraj) when he is told by Angel Gabriel to stop and offer a prayer, and Gabriel asks him if he recognizes the locations. One of these places Muhammad, peace and blessings upon him, indicates as being “Bethlehem, the place where Isa was born.” In honor of the birthplace of Jesus, the companion of the Prophet Muhammad, Abdullah ibn ‘Amr ibn al-‘As, used to send lamp oil to the churches in Bethlehem (Bayt Lahm), located about six miles south of Jerusalem.

[Selections from The Way of Mary: Maryam, Beloved of God, Chapter V, "Fifth Star of Blessing: Birthing Jesus," by Camille H. A. Helminski]

[Thanks Ian Sanders]

[theblackshit]

Every now and then I am reminded that we spend the vast majority of our time indoors: at home, at school, at the office, in shops and retail spaces, in bars, clubs and restaurants, in the apartments of friends and relatives, in train stations and moving vehicles, in hotels, venues and theaters, in museums, churches and hospitals – big boxes and little boxes with varying ratios of functionality to ornament.

Every now and then I am also reminded that we live in an air-conditioned dream/nightmare. In standard hotel rooms, split AC units are now as common as bedside bibles used to be. In most cases, these units are fixed to the wall above the entrance door, so that upon entering the room, guests can briefly enjoy a view unencumbered by the sight of the bulky appliance – a sort of icon corner in reverse, since an icon corner is usually located to be visible when you first enter. Once you lay down on the bed and gaze up at the familiar yet bewildering piece of engineering, you might begin to wonder: what’s the optimal temperature? Will I get sick if I sleep with the AC on? Is this thing more ugly than it is convenient? Would natality rates suddenly drop if these machines didn’t exist? Is this a tool that “brings energy home” as Ursula K. Le Guin would have it, or one that “forces energy outward?” How does it work? What’s inside the box? Is it good, is it bad? Where is the remote control for this thing?! 

Although the overhead placement of these split units is clearly a matter of practicality, I can’t help but overthink and ask myself if we also tend to place them at such heights, along with other physical objects including speakers, curtains, wall reliefs and friezes, because they pertain to immaterial realms such as temperature, sound, light and narration. As a “unit,” this compact object is at once whole and dependent upon an unseen network, which suggests a hidden elsewhere beyond the confine of the room. While its boxiness could bring to mind minimalism’s so-called “specific objects” (objects that can be apprehended on a phenomenological level), the idea that it contains unseen parts and is linked to an unseen system constitutes a conceptual or even metaphoric opening. Philip Seibel’s quietly baroque Gehäuse sculptures consciously play with this dichotomy. 

In borrowing some of the formal qualities of these units, Seibel paradoxically empties them out, thereby turning what first appears to be an enclosure into a container or a vessel where other ideas can get on board like stowaways. Looking up at his Gehäuse makes us aware of the many other vessels and boxes that create and sustain the conditions for our lives, those that shield us and our belongings, or again, those which act as receptacles for our fears and aspirations. Like ships made of reeds, there is something sensible but absurd about Seibel’s encasements. Their sleek finish seems to conceal something that is beyond our reach; or at least, it blurs the line between the manufactured and the handcrafted, the real and the fake, the readymade and the not already made, the functional and the decorative, the office, the hotel and the gallery. 

Emile Rubino

[creature-wizard]

Imagine taking Star Wars scripts and ignoring literally all of the plots, all of the themes, all of basically everything, and just pulling quotes out of context and pretending they support a completely unrelated idea. Like claiming that "I find your lack of faith disturbing" was secretly a spiritual message meant for an audience lacking in spiritual faith. Or claiming "the Force is strong with this one" was secretly about the viewer watching the film, and not about Luke. Or claiming that "Yes, your highness?" was actually meant to affirm the viewer's innate royal superiority and wasn't Han Solo being sarcastic with Princess Leia.

This is basically what Neville Goddard does to the Bible. Dude rips quotes completely out of context and acts like they were really about his New Thought-esque philosophy. It's the most head-up-ass case of cherry picking I've seen in a long time, and I've seen some wild ones.

Here's one example:

The second, as we are told in the story of Mary, is to “Magnify the Lord.” We have identified the Lord as your awareness of being. Therefore, to “magnify the Lord” is to revalue or expand one’s present conception of one’s self to the point where this revaluation becomes natural.

He's quoting Luke 1, which could only be read this way if this was a conclusion you'd already made up your mind about. Literally nothing in the text even remotely supports Goddard's conclusion, which has nothing to do with the Bible whatsoever and instead derives from New Thought, which itself derived from Protestant thought that God would reward the righteous with material wealth - a belief that is conspicuously absent in the entire New Testament.

[papirouge]

what the fuck does it matter what's in someone's pants or what they think they are. leave trans folk alone, it ain't your business.

Also, if it's such a sin to be gay or trans, the Bible says you can mix fabrics or eat seafood.

Oh and did you know the original translation for "man may not sleep with man" was "man may not sleep with CHILD" it was about pedophilia. Not gay bitches.

"leave trans folk"

What did I even do to a trans person?? 😭

But yeah, it actually becomes my business when they try to skinwalk femalehood. Because, you know, I'm a female 🙃

And pleeeease anon, for the Love of God, never try schooling an actual Christian to what the Bible actually says.

Do you even realize there's a difference between Civil, Moral and Ceremonial laws to which Israelites abided to? That's what the whold chapter of Deuteronomy 19 is about (the fabric mixing is on Deuteronomy 19:19)

The not fabric mixing was one of the civil laws of the kindgom of Israel, which CHRISTIANS don't abide to anymore. Because we're not Jews - but Christians. And that we don't live in the kindgom of God, but through plentiful of countries in the world . Israel civil laws reinforced circumcision, forbade eating pork, etc. Christians don't abide to such laws because *Jesus* happened. These laws symbolically represented how the people of God should not mix with impure things/ungodly yoke (fabric mixing, impure food). The ceremonial laws are moot cause the Temple of Jerusalem has been destroyed and Jesus is the ultimate sacrificed that fulfilled the Law & definitely erased the sin of humanity.

Only the immuable morals laws of God are those we still have to obey to this day (not killing, worshipping God only -not idols-, respecting our family, etc.)

The whole "bUt tHe sOdOmy pasSaGe Was AboUt PeDopHILiA aKtcHualLy" cope is stupid.

The strong translation are just here anon...

Peep the translation for man (376) and mankind (2145)

None of these translation remotely points towards "child"....

But if you want a passage where Jesus condemns pedophilia/harming children, Matthew 18:1-6 is a better pick :

At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me. “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea"

When the Bible wants to talk about children, it will explicitly talks about children. The translation don't lie

Peep the translation number for the word translated as "(little) child" (3813)

*pretends to be shocked*

Oh and the marriage is exclusively stated as between and man and a woman in the Bible. Not two men or two women. So even if Leviticus was about sexing minors, Christianism still wouldn't allow gay marriage. Cope.

Christianism also establishes marriages as exclusively monogamous which is one of the most based thing ever (compared to other religions allowing scrotes to have several wives). Funny how suddenly none of your are trying to argue about it and argue that aKtcHualLy Christianism is pro polygamy 🤔

Have gay sex as much as you want but stop trying to shove this activity as biblically sound. It's not. Why don't you try to gay marry in temple of religion where gayness is allowed? Be honest, you only want to bother Christians just because. On that aspect, you're no better than transpeople trying to force themselves into spaces that aren't made for them and then claim victimhood. Deranged behavior.

[aziraphales-library]

Greetings! Do you have any fics where Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy the wonders and 'not so wonders' of the world? And maybe also Gabriel being a nuisance to them once again?

Howdy! I took your request literally at first and went looking for fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley visit the seven wonders of the world. I found zero fics and I think that’s a real shame. So I’ve gone with general travel fics instead. There are also more on our #travel tag. A few of these also include Gabriel poking his nose in...

(the composer has stepped into the fire) by orphan_account (M)

“It was a nice night, crickets singing beyond the car park. No one was outside but for him, and there was something strangely, absurdly lonely about it. Like he was the last living creature in the entire world. In a way, it had always been a story about this: Crowley, alone. Time was not linear, and so in the end, this was the way things would begin and end and stay. And there, surrounded by the welcoming dark and the unbearable weight of the night sky, he let himself think it: Something is coming.”

(or: they go on a road trip and things do not go as planned.)

Heaven on Earth by LawrVert (E)

After the world doesn't end, Crowley decides to take Aziraphale on a trip in search of the finest cuisine. As they journey to places they've never been and some that bring up old-remembered pain, Crowley feels himself growing closer to Aziraphale than ever before.

Batagaika by Greekhoop (M)

Ever since the Apocalypse was averted, strange phenomena have been happening around the world. Aziraphale and Crowley postpone their retirement to investigate, and find themselves drawn to a remote region in the Siberian wilderness where a new threat to humanity is taking shape.

destinations by pencilpal (T)

“Let’s get away, angel.”

“Away?”

“You and me and the Bentley, out from the city, out of the country. Let's see the world. Let’s go on a road trip, angel. Let’s find- find whatever this” he gestures at them both with wild, manic hands, “is.”

And so, the next morning, they’re driving down the M2 towards ‘there’, wherever there might be.

A journey through the destinations after the apocalypse never decided to wake up from it’s sleep.

Bible Belt by Eighty_Sixed (G)

Long after the Gospel was written, America made it sing.

Or, Aziraphale and Crowley journey through the American South in 1927.

Pray for Plagues (To Come Down on this Egypt) by A_J_Crowley & veganthranduil (M)

A couple of miles short of the Romanian border, Aziraphale regained consciousness again for a while. “Whose car is this?” He asked. “Someone else’s,” Crowley forced out between gritted teeth.

OR how busting your boyfriend out of Heaven and the subsequent escape across the continent might ruin your day, week, and month.

- Mod D

[yeyinde]

Bro cyberpunk is my favorite genre of anything, EVER. I’m trembling even imagining the power you’d have with writing something cyberpunk-y. You could go like OG cyberpunk, like retrofuturistic/steelpunk/formicapunk, or take it more towards cyberpunk/nanopunk and I’d still eat that shit up like a woman starved at a royal banquet. Both directions would go wonderfully with a noirpunk/cybernoir storyline or undertone. I myself am writing a cyberpunk story rn (it’s not exactly fan fiction so idk what to call it) and even just imagining a cyberpunk world through your lense of prose is making me vibrate violently. I devour anything and everything even remotely related to this genre. Obviously no pressure for you to write it, and I don’t mean to infodump in your inbox but please just know if you actually write a techno-punk flavored ANYTHING I will worship it like it’s my Bible

Noirpunk/cybernoir is honestly such a fave of mine, so I'm really leaning toward something in that direction.

I sorttttt of have a story mapped out already? (But it's mostly just random thoughts that came about from too many midnight musings after gorging myself on clips of Akira and old nostalgia hits of GitS, and the loose Cyberpunk/cassette-punk/space noir/space western genre abomination that is Cowboy Bebop.)

And no worries at all! I'm always down to talk -punk anyway (especially cyberpunk), and I welcome any and all advice about this, or suggestions because it's such a massive thing, right? Like, there's tonnes of directions it could go, it's almost overwhelming 😅

My biggest blank, atm, is the design of the characters. I haven't quite decided if it would be a reader-insert or an oc (which gives me tonnes of flexibility with upgraded parts/cyborg leanings, but. It's also an OC 😬 and I am notoriously bad at them).

I'm def writing something, though! It might not be a full dive, but I'll have a taster soon enough to lay the groundwork, and then branch out from that point!

Thank you so much!!! I rambled a lot in this, omggg!! But cyberpunk is a favourite of mine, so reading this, and all the lovely things you said, made me so happy!! 🖤

[sluttyhaecceities]

A woman is the image of God, just as a male St. Thomas Aquinas (Commentary on 1 Corinthians 11).

This is true actually the stuff about women being the rib of Adam is a mistranslation into greek of the Hebrew word tsela (צלע) which often was used figuratively to mean a side rather than what we would call a rib. This is the only place in the bible were tsela is translated so literally where 39 other places use it to mean and is translated as side.

Bible was so violently fucked in the council of nicaea, the more I hear of bible translation the more I understand that "Don't trust the council of Nicaea" graffiti

the council of nicea is the vanguard which canonised the Catholic order and determined which sects were heretical in order for the militarised forces of the Church to be able to start doing a counter revolutionary red terror against all Christian forces at the time which were against the seizure of the Roman state and centralisation of power

including putting down feminists and Christian sects explicitly stating that the kingdom of heaven can only be built via class struggle and the abolition of the classes and inciting slave rebellion

hence why the Catholic church since then crushed every "heresy" which dared to question the feudal and imperial orders and resulted in peasant rebellions as well as colonial uprisings

this however did not work in Latin America where too many Catholic priests became guilt ridden for their crimes against humanity and invented liberation theology in order to ease their colonial conscience leading to the last millenarian insurrection the world has seen in Brazil during the late 1800's.

first 300 years after Christ were theological anarchy prophecies were happening all over people formed communes and free federations and began to tear the Roman empire apart at the roots they just didn't call them by these modern terms

a similar revolutionary spring which formed a commune arose in Persia around zoroastrainism as the macedonian and empire began its conquests iirc

I think this all ties into augustinian theology, he went on a tirade against heresies such as gnosticism which did not seek to literally capture the Roman state and change all the liveries to Christian ones. Anything which did not preach a militant seizure of the class system in order to have it regulated by the Church (remember, only the pope could directly communicate with God…) was attacked

hence why Catholicism to this day preaches much charity. Its throwing crumbs to keep the class system going and unite all the classes under god, hence why the church supported every fascist government

look at that dumb eagle on your, money or presidential seals or whatever, shits all the same

the roman republic was about as democratic as the American republic in the sense that it absolutely fucking wasn't, and was backed with about just as much military up force pointed at everyone at all times

Law being the code unifying all power still being dictated in latin…

athens was probably the only remotely "democratic" state back then and even then it was democracy only for a certain class of male property owners who ere dominating the slaves, women and peasantry of the countryside and denying them any participation in social life

I was just thinking about the other day how the Romans made so many cultures and languages go extinct. Like white imperialism trial run, that was Alexander, that's why Greece is the ground of "the west". alexander the great was proto hitler

venice was a also democracy only in name tbh it was rabidly capitalistic nightmare and had multiple prole revolts lol

by capitalistic I mean like people kept trying to commodify land and create factory systems to shove proles in, same in florence

roman empire being empire had nothing to do with a monarch and everything to do with going on rabid conquest against every native tribe and culture and submitting them to the roman Legions

They rationalized most wars around the paranoia of eventually being attacked by its neighbours.

faggotry was born from roman/greek fascism as a way of big dudes claiming the little twinky weaklings and honestly every time I remember that I hate the cis fag assimilationists even more

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Most breakups are announced on Monday.

A group of pandas is known as an embarrassment.

It is healthier to sleep in the nude than with clothes on.

19% of Americans think they're in the top 1% of earners.

60% of the alcohol in America is drunk by 10% of the people.

A mouth and a vagina are made of the same type of skin cells.

Dostoevsky wrote ‘The Gambler’ to pay off his gambling debts.

It takes an average of 17 months and 26 days to get over an ex.

People are more likely to lie in the afternoon than in the morning.

Music is one of the few activities in life that utilizes the entire brain.

Bob Marley was buried with his Les Paul guitar, a bible and some weed.

A recent scientific study concluded that there are too many scientific studies.

Cannabis can double a woman's chance of having a mind-blowing orgasm.

Oysters, avocado, chocolate, and bananas are all known to increase sex drive.

On average, a man's sex drive peaks at the age of 18, for women it's in their 30s.

The chocolatey filling between the wafers in a KitKat is made out of recycled KitKats.

The original London Bridge is now in Arizona. It was dismantled and relocated in 1968.

According to a study, a woman is more responsive to romance when her stomach is full.

If a man pees on a pregnancy test and it comes up positive, he may have testicular cancer.

Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world, it is ten times more effective than Valium.

Replacement eyelids can be made from foreskins. (Which means you could be winking at me with me!)

Homosexual behaviour has been found in over 1,500 species. Homophobia is found in only one.

When women run, their breasts bounce in a figure-8 pattern, moving side-to-side as well as up and down.

Oxford University's Future Of Humanity Institute puts the chances of humans becoming extinct by 2100 at 19%.

The most popular song played at funerals in the UK is Monty Python's 'Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life'.

Animators on DreamWorks’ film ‘Prince Of Egypt’ that performed poorly were sent to work on ‘Shrek’ as punishment.

A study of sexual libidos found women who slept for an extra hour were 14% more likely to want to have sex the next day.

September 26th is the most common day for babies to be born because so many people conceive over the Christmas holiday.

In 2012, a missing woman on vacation in Iceland was found when it was discovered that she was in the search party looking for herself.

Sleeping next to someone you love not only reduces depression, but it also helps you to live longer and makes you fall asleep faster.

Blackcurrant was banned in the US for much of the 20th Century. One researcher estimates only 0.1% of Americans have ever eaten one.

A study found that before finding the man of her dreams, the average woman will experience four disaster dates and two heartbreaks.

Natalie Portman is not only an Oscar-winning actress but also a polyglot, able to speak English, Hebrew, French, German, Japanese and Spanish.

Some Thai prostitutes apply sedatives to their nipples, knocking out unsuspecting men who suck them and can then be robbed whilst they're asleep.

In order to lose 63 pounds for his role in ‘The Machinist’, Christian Bale's daily diet consisted of one can of tuna and/or one apple per day, black coffee and water.

The ancient Greek philosopher Diogenes would masturbate in public. He defended his action by saying, ‘If only it were as easy to banish hunger by rubbing my belly’.

Hydrogen sulfide, the gas responsible for the bad smell in farts, can potentially prevent serious health conditions like heart attacks, strokes, cancer and dementia.

The Seán O'Casey bridge in Dublin was designed to swing open to allow ships to pass through. It stayed closed for four years after the operator lost the remote control.

A recent study about the aesthetic preferences of men and women, with regards to the scrotum, has found that it was barely possible to identify a “beautiful” scrotum; we must instead speak of “the least ugly”.

Judy Sheindlin, the host of 'Judge Judy,' earned an astounding $47 million per year. She had a unique way of negotiating her salary with the CBS TV Distribution President. Every three years, she presented her pay request.

Genghis Khan killed so many people that the earth began to cool. 40 million people were wiped off the planet, vast areas of farmland were reclaimed by the forests and carbon levels dropped significantly.

Frank Sinatra was an avid supporter of civil rights. He was a generous financial supporter of Martin Luther King Jr. and was recruited by him to join the civil rights marches in the south. He would go on to receive a lifetime award from the NAACP.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.