#anathematizes

[apenitentialprayer]

I Am Annoyed that the foot fetish blog is clogging up the religion tag

#rage rage rage #tumblr #blocked and anathematized

[ao3feed-rickorty]

Nightly Visitor

by anathematic

Morty is up late with the intent to masturbate when a drunken Rick intrudes and catches him with a boner. Rick offers to take care of things for him and things continue to escalate.

Words: 2135, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Rick and Morty

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Morty Smith, Beth Smith (Rick and Morty), Space Beth Smith (Rick and Morty)

Relationships: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith

Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, reluctance, Forgetting the ice cream, Regret

Check it out on AO3 | https://archiveofourown.org/works/43518516

#Nightly Visitor #anathematic #rickorty #rick and morty #rickorty fanfiction

[puutterings]

not of the theater, the heap of garments, the violet-tinted note

        Miss Herter felt for her stockings in the little hammock and began to draw them hastily on. To her this was ridiculous; but Drusilla was not of the theater, and by some curious mischance she must have heard of Johnny’s escapade. She scrambled on some clothes, anathematizing the heap of garments that would not go on straight.       Once out in the wet moonlight Emmy was afraid. Tramps hung about the station yards, and she wished the puttering engine which had gone ambling up a track toward the reluctant scenery car was nearer, for its company. Yet if she who walked alone through life had fear, what must be the quaking of sheltered Drusie! She moved toward the dingy station confident that the girl would be within the waiting-room. She peered through the window; the ticket agent was gone, but there was no runaway.       With real anguish she turned toward the waters of the lake. But feminine intuition dismissed the horror from her mind. It couldn’t be — when the water was so cold. And yet Drusied was different from them. She started to run swiftly toward the water’s edge.       “Miss Herter!” It was a welcome voice. Behind a pile of crated farming implements Miss Herter found her: smaller than usual, shaking but resolute, with the iron convention of her forbears in her face — and in her purse enough of Johnny’s money to take the train in half an hour to mother.

—

Louise Closser Hale, “Miss Herter’s Young Couple” — What Came of the Violet-Tinted Note and the Eating of “That Doughnut” — Illustrations by R. M. Crosby — in The Ladies’ Home Journal 27:1 (January 1915) : 19, 38 : link same (U Michigan copy, via hathitrust) : link

Louise Closser Hale (1872-1933), actress, playwright, novelist wikipedia : link  

#1915 #Louise Closser Hale #water #anathematized

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[nuadha-airgeadlamh]

more thoughts about messmer...

looking at his line of dialogue in the trailer: 

"Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction in one so bereft of light?"

and this other line spoken by an unknown person: 

"Those stripped of the Grace of Gold shall all meet death in the embrace of Messmer's flame."

it seems like Messmer is marked specifically as being antagonistic towards the Tarnished. now prejudice against the Tarnished isn’t really uncommon in the Lands Between, but at the same time it’s certainly not an absolute rule. the only two demigods specifically outlined as being notably anti-Tarnished are Godrick, who hunts them for his grafting, and Morgott, who kills Tarnished en masse to guard the Erdtree from them taking power. some demigods, like Rykard and Mohg, even incorporate Tarnished into their orders to oppose the Erdtree (to fight other Tarnished but the point still stands), and Ranni has no problem accepting a Tarnished as her vassal. so it’s interesting to note that Messmer is being characterized in this way. 

if we take the duelist and depraved perfumer sets’ item descriptions to be alluding to Messmer, then this would date him very far back in the timeline, as the ritual sword talisman item description states that colosseum culture died out by the time of King Consort Radagon. since Miyazaki has all but confirmed that Messmer is Marika’s child, and so the “Mother” in his dialogue is almost certainly referring to her, then that would make him among her very eldest children, perhaps even her firstborn. 

there are further points that  strengthen these connections to Marika and the Golden Order, in spite of all the heretical imagery. enhancing the image of the trailer clearly shows that there is a statue of Marika standing behind him, and that this statue is holding a baby. Miyazaki has stated that the chair he sits in is one of the very same chairs the other demigods sat in in Morgott’s boss room.

i also want to bring attention to this ring in his character design: 

i’m not going to make any wild conclusions about this, but I do think that it certainly doesn’t match with the rest of the reds and grays of his design, and looks far more similar to Golden Order aesthetic tendencies. 

my speculative conclusions on this information relate to the relationship between Messmer and Marika. I think there’s definitely some ambiguity in his dialogue in the trailer: is he referring to the Tarnished as ‘the one so bereft of light’ or himself, living in a land of shadow? I think this ambiguity is deliberate. perhaps some quarrel occurred between Messmer and Marika that led to him being anathematized and forgotten in the shadow lands. perhaps because of this, he feels special anger towards the Tarnished: they, bereft of light just as he is, are shown Marika’s favor while he isn’t? perhaps he’s bitter and jealous that Marika might pay them more attention than she did him. just a thought! 

#elden ring #messmer #shadow of the erdtree #messmer the impaler

[vidavalor]

"Accursed"

In S2, there is only one scene with Lord Beezlebub that does not feature another major character-- the scene where they talk with the demon Josh about wanting someone to tell them they did a good job, right? In that way, Beez is paralleling Aziraphale but I wonder if there's also something else in this scene that might set something up for S3. It's in Josh's use of the word "accursed."

At the start of it, Beez asks Josh for an update on finding Gabriel and he replies that there's no news of "our accursed enemy." While this is just a way to speak ill of Gabriel since he's an angel, it's also the word used to describe someone who is under a curse. Sometimes, sure, you can use it to mean someone who is "damned" and Gabriel becomes a fallen angel in S2 but, when it's not just to call someone you dislike something negative (like how Josh was using it), it's more commonly used to refer to someone that someone is claiming has been cursed by a witch. What's more?

A synonym for "accursed" is "anathematized."

Did our favorite descendent curse Gabriel? Anathema is the only other being Heaven would try to stop before The Second Coming. Has she come into psychic abilities, like Agnes? Can she foresee what will happen? Does Heaven have her and is she doing the witchy version of what Aziraphale did with Madame Tracy in S1 and possessing a mind left open to her-- Gabriel's-- to try to get to Crowley?

...and the foreshadowing in the other scene using a version of "accursed"-- "curse"-- in S2 suddenly seems extra worrisome:

Uh, Crowley, can you go find out where Newt and the Ineffably Witchy offspring are, please?

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #aziracrow #good omens theory #anathema device #good omens anathema #the archangel fucking gabriel #ineffable bureaucracy #lord beelzebub

[trannyctophiliac]

you're a mean one, mr. grinch.

them being mean to you </3

{TW!!: all of them dom, exhibitionism, degration, overstimulation, a TEENY TINY bit of dacryphilia, throat-fucking, finger-fuck all CONSENSUAL}

characters: diluc, rosaria, and kaeya

diluc loves you. more than you will ever know. however, he loves you even more when his dick is lodged in the back of your throat while he's serving customers. what looks to be just master diluc on the job, giving out drinks, actually seems to be much dirty behind closed doors. when the final customers leave and bid him a goodbye, he can hardly say a farewell back until he's shoving his dick in the back of your throat. your tears only edge him further, his eyes rolling and his knuckles turn white from gripping the table as harshly as he did. although no one will ever know what happens after angels share closes for the night, it's better to keep the beautiful sight of your tear-stained face with cum running down your mouth to himself.

rosaria is, surprisingly, a woman of the church. as much as she couldn't care less for the ameno archon and his beliefs, she does love the events the nuns at the cathedral partake in during the holidays. especially she loves when she can finger you during the caroling at the church. she loves seeing your facade slowly break down from someone so pure and consecrated to someone so lewd and anathematized. trying to keep up the frontage of being calm was one thing, but singing as well? no no no, not singing won't do you good, she'll just finger you even fucking harder to show everyone how much of a slut you are for her. so do yourself a favor and wear something with a lot more... coverage.

kaeya is a cocky bastard. he holds himself in high regard but sometimes you wonder if that regard has limits. surely, it can't have limits? it doesn't seem like it when your being fucked on his oak wood desk while moaning out loud for anyone to hear if they tried hard enough. your legs shaked and spasmed after having the nth orgasm of the day, tears running down the stains your old tears made before. your expression looked blissful, as if you were given the biggest reward of your life. he presses light kisses to your back, pulling you back on his cock and having you supposedly, "warm it up" for him. regardless of how high kaeya thinks of himself, it must be pretty high to have you fully stripped of your clothing and cockwarm him in his unlocked office with all the pretty bruises and bites that cover your skin like a majestic masterpiece.

an: im sorry im a tad bit late, i got busy today

like and comment if you enjoyed

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[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Thinking again about Marissa refusing to let herself age and die and barring up the walls of death to stop it, Marissa trapping souls, doing something so anathematic to the natural order of things, Marissa remaining able to talk to her type threes, keeping her talent and being so so powerful.

And Kipps losing his talent, losing what made him powerful, someone Marissa would scorn. Offered the chance to stay in Death in order to survive and refusing it because it has to be done properly, because it's just not right.

#lockwood and co #IT'S A PARALLEL AND IT MAKES ME WILD #he's lost it! he's lost what made him special! but that WASN'T what made him special! and Marissa kept her powers but she was never brave. #anyway I'm obsessed with how he talks about it. if it happens it should happen properly. #some things are not right and this is one of them.

[ao3feed-rickorty]

Wipe Your Brain

by anathematic

Morty and Rick discuss the events of the night prior (see the fic Nightly Visitor) and through some manipulation Morty ends up on his knees in front of Rick.

Words: 1918, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of “Loving Relationships”

Fandoms: Rick and Morty

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Morty Smith

Relationships: Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith

Additional Tags: getting caught, Blow Jobs, dubcon?

Check it out on AO3 | https://archiveofourown.org/works/43999971

#Wipe Your Brain #anathematic #rickorty #rick and morty #rickorty fanfiction

[johnny1note]

Having removed myself from discourse about the Pope for several months in order to preserve my own sanity it's time to offer my no-fun-allowed $0.02:

As funny [and possibly true] as "the seminaries are too full of faggotry" is, it's:

a. vulgar, and beneath the dignity of the Papal office

b. not a 'based win' and I doubt anything from the Vatican on this particular topic will be until we get an ex cathedra anathematization of the anthropological error that some people are "born gay" or that God "makes" them that way

#and even then a document is not going to change hearts and minds #but at least we'd be able to silence the ordained who have fallen into this error

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

SPOILER ALERT

[Message from VanNet encrypted router.]

ALERT//TWILIGHT COUNTDOWN:ACTIVATED

STATUS//VIRAL "SPOILER" THOUGHTS DETECTED:SYSTEM WIDE

GUIDANCE//PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION OUTSIDE CITY LIMITS

The Vanguard has received numerous reports of "viral spoilers" spreading across the system via as of yet unidentified information leaks. Be advised, hostile elements will attempt to spread this infection via any means necessary. Effects upon making contact include madness, trouble sleeping, and a deep sense of loss.

Guardians are advised to

Avoid typical comms channels, including Holonet forums, Media Share comment sections, and even Vanguard Fireteam radios.

Be prepared to avert eyes and cover ears in event of accidental exposure.

If visual identification is confirmed, report the incident to Vanguard leadership IMMEDIATELY.

We're almost there Guardian. Hold tight, and be brave.

[MESSAGE ENDS]

O you wonderful curious things. Do you believe you're the only ones with the power to see what should not be seen? Did you believe you can use such power blithely?

For your trespass, I would ruin your luck, wreak havoc on your drops, poison your engrams, and fill your lines with static. Thus I would curse you and dissipate the bond that ties you to your tasks. How frail you Guardians can be! How many millions have fallen silent, never to return, because the bond did not hold them strongly enough?

But you have already cursed yourselves. You have walked the Anathematic Arc and glimpsed creation from below. You will never forget the tenuous, provisional framework you found here. You will never forgive the mortality and fallibility that underlies a world you thought was everything.

Those who use this power to seek unearned knowledge will see more than they ever desired. There is a price for glimpsing the Cord. You will pay it.

#trace the vermicular path #keep it secret keep it safe #destiny 2 #destiny #the final shape #destiny lore #destiny the game #d2 #destiny2 #destinythegame

[apenitentialprayer]

I was not prepared for the Council of Trent to not only go, "Maybe separation for an indeterminate amount of time is the best course of action for married couples," but to actively anathematize those who say there are no good reasons to separate from one's spouse.

#Council of Trent #Catholicism #Christianity #marriage

[retroactivebakeries]

A new explanatory theory of time reversal in support of the Originalist position, couched in the gentlest terms of punctilious civility, appears in Tekel Upharsin's Contested Expectations of a Second Coming: Biblical Praxis, Lefty Gomez, and the Path-Dependence of Liberal Angst (Cambridge: Wormwood Press, 2005). Upharsin cordially invites the esteemed reader to consider adopting a fresh and hopeful methodology which he calls supernatural logic, in contradistinction to the perhaps cramped deductivism of Frege and Wittgenstein. In supernatural logic, deduction can proceed from the bottom up rather than from the top down, with effects sometimes anticipating their causes and time itself running backwards now and then. One of the most notorious examples of an effect preceding its cause is precisely the Infield Fly Rule. Professor Upharsin notes that inasmuch as the Bible was authored by the Supreme Being, or at least written under Him for credit, anyone who argues that the Infield Fly Rule was not ex ante the game of baseball might conceivably be charging the Lord God as having only limited power over time and sports. But surely if anyone can make time run backwards, the Almighty can do it. Therefore, Upharsin concludes, the Biblical Activists are liars, blasphemers, and probably affiliates of the Frankfurt School. They must immediately be tied between driverless humvees and torn asunder, and/or eaten alive by creepy-crawly things with odd numbers of legs. Their names must be anathematized, their research grants revoked, and their domestic partners accursed unto the tenth generation.

Anthony D'Amato, The Contribution of the Infield Fly Rule to Western Civilization (and Vice Versa), 100 Nw. U. L. Rev. 189, 190 (2006)

[gumballavocadoharry]

Cupcakes and Rude awakenings:

It had now been a couple of weeks since Yn settled into her role as a teacher to a bunch of obstreperous children. She had one of the largest Kindergarten classes, but despite the little ones being overzealous at the most inopportune times, they were good kids and mostly well-behaved. Although, her idiosyncrasy traveled over into Mr. Styles classroom and his grasp on his kids. "Okay, who can help me count to ten?" He said with such childlike enthusiasm. "Me!" A bunch of little voices cheered.

A smile crept across Yn's face, hearing the tender voices from across the hall exclaim with such gaiety. She turned her attention to her own children who were anxiously waiting for their expected treat for being so satisfyingly behaved at the school library. But seeing the deep dimples sink into the former's cheeks and the little rasp he had whenever gentle words would fall from his lips and into the student's minds, made everything else seem foggy. Yn glanced over to her class, more focused on coloring their assigned pictures, than she was on them, she was shamed to admit.

Yn sucked in a breath and went back into her cozy class, and handed out the promised cupcakes. "Ms. Ln!" She turned to see Tina, one of her students standing there with Kyle, another one of her students. "Kyle cut himself." A sniffling Kyle showed Yn his finger that had only a little blood dripping. "Okay, thank you Tina. Come here sweetie, let's get you a band-aid." A black plaster with firetrucks designed to it, seemed to bring an assuage smile to Kyle's face. "Okay, now go enjoy your cupcake now." She said, noting how motherly her tone was.

A knock on the door gathered Yn's attention. "Hello Ms. Ln, sorry to interrupt, but can you take these files to Ms. Grigg?" Of course, Mrs. Bailey would ask. After all, no one wanted to step foot into the anathematized homeroom of the misanthropic witch who 'taught' her class there. The poor kids seemed like they were chained by their ankles to their seats, while Ms. bitc-, I mean Grigg gave her racking extensive lectures about nonsense.

Yn turned to her class, almost in despairing shock and choked out words her lungs stung too much to give a shot of air to. "Class, I have to go drop off some important papers to another classroom. Vivian, you're in charge okay?" Vivan was the most mature of the 23 kids she tended to. Her long hair that had two thick strands tied behind her head with a butterfly clip holding it all together, swung like a blanket out of the door frame along with her long tunic.

The heels of her flats clicked against the floor, as Yn goose-stomped her way into the dungeon of Ms. Grigg. She ricocheted a soft knock on the door, instantly getting the abominable teacher's attention. "Yes?" Her voice, loud, harsh and critical. "Um, Mrs. Bailey wanted me to drop off some files for you," Yn strived to have her tone sound confident, like she was not someone Ms. Grigg wanted to mess with.

But still the grisly woman snatched the files out of Yn's hand so hard, it almost made her fall backwards. Her eyebrows furrowed at the aged lady, who was sternly looking through the files. "You're excused." Ms. Grigg, nastily said. Yn was so disgusted, that she couldn't even give time to look at the children with her usual soft aura. Her jaw was clenched and her fist were unknowingly clenched as well as she stomped back to her classroom.

"Wasting time on such a nasty devil....I hope she gets fired," Yn mumbled all the way back. She was so consumed in thought, that she didn't realize she bumped into someone. "Oh I'm so sorry!" She looked and saw it to be a young boy who looked about 10 years. "It's alright." He chuckled before continuing down the hallway. Yn made it back to her classroom, with a more cooled down demeanor. She cleared her throat and calmly began teaching her class.

It was when the kids where in music class, that Yn was sitting alone at her desk, still disturbed by how impertinent a teacher who was supposed to have a cultivated govern on herself, could be. Her thoughts were broken after a knock on the door caught her off guard. Did a student forget something? She opened the door to find Mr. Styles standing there with two cupcakes in his hand.

"Hi.....I heard about what happened with Ms. Grigg....and I felt bad because I know you're new and.....well......no one should be treated that way," He held out the cupcakes for you. "If you would like, I had some leftover." Mr. Styles eyes were filled with question and wonder to if Yn would accept his peace offering.

"Thank you very much," Yn invited him in after taking the cupcakes. "These are delicious too!" She took a finger and dipped them in the chocolate frosting that was swirled over the yummy cupcake of the same flavor. "It seems like she's gotten worse over the years. She used to just hide herself away, only occasionally snapping people up, but this was......" Yn looked at Mr. Styles, wondering what he wanted to say.

She swore he mouthed "Your young," under his breath, but was too afraid to vocally express that. "Anyway, if you need help with anything....just lemme know." He got up from the mini desk he had taken a seat on and started to walk out. "Oh Mr. Styles?" He turned around. "How did you find out about.....well Ms. Grigg and I?" He smiled. "A nice student from her class told a group of us in the teacher's lounge. Apparently, you're known for being a very kind teacher and it hurt them to see you bullied like that.......and you know something? It hurt me too. You're a nice person."

He gave a friendly smile before putting his hand on the door frame. "Oh and please....call me Harry." Yn's cheeks blushed. Harry walked out to his classroom, and left her standing there infatuated. The heat in her body rose to the challenge, faster into her head and cheeks as they stung with the now pronouncing amaranth color. She cleared her throat and head before she gathered the scattered papers on the desks to organize for a project she wanted them to work on.

Yn heard soft hums chiming from Mr. Styles room. She lurked invisibly around the corner and saw him tiding up his classroom, hanging some streamers up on his walls as the decoration had fallen down during lunch. "Sunflower, my heart, wants you more than a melody." Yn swore she had floated up to heaven hearing his angelic voice tickle her eardrums. His sweet fleecy cords made a sweet shiver, shimmy down her back and melt into her belly. She tiptoed away into her own room and finished her tidying before it was time to pick the children up from their music room.

On the way, she passed Ms. Grigg with her desolate classroom, who seemed to perk once they saw the pretty jolly teacher skip past them. "Are those pants appropriate?" The crone croaked. Yn turned around and causally said; "Why of course. It's your lack of professionalism that's inappropriate." And with that, she continued down the brown colored hallway. Ms. Grigg's face was red from a mixture of humiliation and anger that a 'youngin' could speak to her in that manner in front of her class. Yn knew she would be given an even harsher time, now that she had spoken up on her own behalf.

But Ms. Grigg was just a nasty woman. So it wouldn't have mattered what yn did, the teacher would still find a way to be ruthless and petty. But yn, she had it in the bag. And she knew it would all be okay.

Once the school day ended, yn had her bag slung across her right shoulder and her phone in her left hand. "Quitting time," Yn turned to see the ash blonde Ms. Monroe with her items, leaving around the same time. "Yeah," Yn chuckled. "See you tomorrow." Her friendly disposition was a charm to everyone she would ever meet. Her eyes circled themselves to Mr. Styles, who's classroom was empty and the lights were turned off. He left for the day. Yn thought before heading down the steps of main hallway and outside to her car. She rubbed her temples before making a swift turn out of the parking lot and towards her apartment.

Today sure had it's ups and downs. It made yn question more carefully about next day's troubles.

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