#snail church

[mizomei]

Snurch update

[freeced]

thinking about this shit so fucking constantly

[joshsindigostreak]

Snelliot Snabler talking to a snerp (snail perp)

[marismolotov]

dude, you are SO snarpening my snife right now

[pablosexc0bar]

1:30am snail club (didn’t want them to dry out and die on the pavement when the sun comes out)

[iknowthislooksbad]

just discovered some new media

[aurelianbedwars]

Take me to Snurch

A collab with my friend @zoolea

[flaymemaybe]

I’ll make you proud lol guy

[beckab]

Take me to snurch (snail church) by fairyeiry 🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌⛪ Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrDt9a0q3P0

[parks-and-get-wrekt]

Hey guys I’m reinventing Snurch! (Snail church)

We have a whole Snew Messniah!!!

[notvatalllyyy]

I’m back shores (snail whores)

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

DIRK: I now pronounce you, in the name of the church-

DAVE: the cheemch if you will

DIRK: You are now christened by the cheemch a resurrector of dead memes. Go forth with cringe and be free.

[v-tired-queer]

Recently (as in a couple of hours ago) figured out how to doodle some snails so this is what my fellow church council members get to see when they walk into the meeting today lmao ✏️ 🐌 ✝️

[teasemic]

💕 hot warm boyfriends ☕💕

[momentsbeforemass]

Snails

(by request)

“I don’t understand it.”

It’s something all of us say. In a thousand different ways.

Maybe with an honest question. Admitting we don’t know? That’s the first step in learning.

Too often though, we’re afraid of admitting we don’t know. We’re uncomfortable with the humility that an honest question requires.

And instead of the honest question, we still reveal that we don’t understand. But we do it in ways that keep us from understanding.

Maybe we make baseless assumptions about something. Or simplify it to the point of error. Or give up trying to understand it.

Or brand it as impossible. Like Philip in today’s Gospel. With the feeding of the 5,000.

Thank God (literally) that our lack of understanding has zero impact on the things that you and I don’t understand.

I’ve always been amazed at snails, at the way they move. How they do it without any feet or legs. I can’t explain it.

Yet somehow, they do. My lack of understanding has never stopped a single snail from going wherever it wanted to go.

Only it’s not just true for snails. It’s true for all of God’s creation. And for God.

A lack of understanding on my part (or on anyone else’s part) has never held God back.

Philip’s lack of understanding of how 5,000 people could be fed with only 5 loaves and 2 fish didn’t hold God back.

God provided. Even though Philip never did see how it could happen.

The same is true for all of the unknowns that you and I are facing. We may not understand it all. And that’s okay.

We don’t have to have it all figured out. We just need to know the One who does.

Because our lack of understanding of how it’s all going to work out won’t hold God back.

God provides. Even if we don’t see how it could happen.

Today’s Readings

[toffeelemon]

I don’t feel like our love is brand new. There must have been lovers, soulmates, before us, experiencing what we get to have. And it’s giving me comfort to imagine there will be many more like us to come. Our kind of love is the kind of love that makes this rotten world worth living in.

prince simon in madrid

a pilgrimage along the world that @prince-simon created 🥹

Simon’s neighbourhood, Chueca

“It’s actually the Queer Neighbourhood of Madrid, and coincidentally also where I live.” He lowered his voice as if to tell a secret, “It’s actually not a coincidence at all.” (chapter 2)

Casa de Campo (view from the Royal Palace lol oop)

Wilhelm didn’t even recognise himself. He didn’t think he’d ever looked that happy. And Simon… his eyes were closed and his curls were a mess and Wilhelm had never seen anyone more beautiful. (chapter 3)

El Retiro

Simon looked at Wilhelm much too adoringly for a statement this goofy. “The ducks are gay!” He yelled at Santiago and Paula, “Just so you know!” (chapter 9)

Palacio de Cristal

“Here’s a funny thought - bear with me, okay? But just imagine. Flowers. Everywhere, like on the ceiling, up the walls. Fairy lights scattered all through it. It would be so gorgeous as a- uh, like. For a wedding…” Realising where his train of thought had gotten him, Wilhelm fell quiet, looking at Simon with wide eyes. (chapter 9)

El Palacio Real de Madrid (more specifically the Throne Room lmfao)

Simon traced his fingers over the bruises on Wilhelm’s neck and in the opening of his dress shirt, humming contentedly. Wilhelm followed the movement in the mirror, and marvelled at how good they looked together, how well they fit together and how much Simon belonged right here – on the throne, with Wilhelm. He deserved the world and so much more. (chapter 12)

Museo Nacional del Prado

Around them, the other visitors kept moving, admiring the art on the walls, and for the moment Wilhelm felt infinite, imagining himself a painting, looked at and analysed hundreds of years from now. El Abrazo de los Príncipes.

Lo Spasimo, Raphael, 1515-1517

“Are we allowed to kiss in front of Jesus on his way to crucifixion or is that tasteless? Because I really want to kiss you right now, Simon.”

Las Meninas, Diego Velázquez, 1656

“He made me look at Velázquez in the painting and how he was looking back at the viewer, at me. I still remember the exact tone of his voice, how he was so certain when he told me that I had every right to be where I am. That I am the subject of this painting, the king being painted. All those tyrants, King Felipe and Emmanuel and all those that came in between, they are trapped in that mirror forever while I am here, alive, we’re here. Velázquez is looking at two queer princes, ready to paint us.” (chapter 13)

Casa Alberto

“So, tell me more about this special part of Madrileñan history.” He was slightly teasing but mostly actually curious. 

Simon seemed all too eager to answer that question, and it hit Wilhelm how genuine Simon’s care for his city — his country — and its people was. It made him a little sad to know that a lot of people didn’t get to see that because they only focused on Simon being too gay or too Latino, or even just too carefree and enjoying life because he was young, to be their future king.

bonus content:

Iglesia de San Antonio de los Alemanes (where Simon goes to church)

“I think I need to go somewhere.”

“Oh?” Wilhelm said softly, “Right now?”

Simon hesitated before he nodded. “I need to- get some clarity? Or - I hope that I’ll get it there?” He whispered, voice shaky.

“Do you want to tell me where you’re going?”

“To- uh, to pray? I mean- to church? I don’t know if I’ll pray…” Simon’s voice was shaky, uncertainty shining in his eyes when he dared to look up at Wilhelm. (chapter 11)