#shul shopping

[the-one-eyed-seer]

I went to a new shul and had a wonderful time and everyone was very nice

#jumblr #shul shopping

[that-love-is-all-there-is]

trying to kill off the beast in my head that accuses me of dehumanizing others and being gross whenever I find someone hot (and mostly succeeding!) which has been difficult lately because I’ve been running into so many hot people lately it’s inexplicable, what’s wrong with me lmao

#the barista at the coffee shop by me? hot #this guy at my shul? hot #this guy who often rides the same bus I take to work? hot #I haven't been and don't intend to be weird toward any of these people #I just mean! people can be so beautiful and attractive #and I know at least 8 people who are super hot #that's all #sorry if this isn't the content you expect from religious sideblog lol

[askjumblr]

Hi! I wanted to share a story and have some insight if that's okay. For context, I'm fortunate enough to live in a city with a Jewish neighbourhood. I don't know if the whole community is Haredi, but I saw women wearing wigs, and there are Chabad shuls in the city. I would say the neighbourhood is mainly Orthodox.

I searched non-jewish stores for Jewish groceries before (like matzo soup, for example) and never managed to find any. So, yesterday, as I was crossing the Jewish neighbourhood, I thought, "Why not go to a casher grocery store? Surely they will have lakte ingredients.".

The thing is, the owner at the counter gave a double take when I entered. I think it was obvious I was non-jewish, and I'm afraid I scared them due to the context. He relaxed when he saw I had taken duck grease and lakte powder preparation. The way he thanked me for my purchase and wished me a good day sounded grateful. Like "thanks for being an actual customer, not a terrorist."

I guess I'm just asking if I did something wrong by going into a shop where only orthodoxes people usually go, especially nowadays. Afterwards I realised I was wearing nail polish and earrings and I wondered if I was breaking tznuit (I know I don't have to respect tznuit as a non-jew but somehow I'm uncomfortable at the idea of barging into an Orthodox shop and not respecting the usual dress code) but I don't know enough about it to know.

Was I imposing? Was I being noisy? Was I making a faux pas?

Thanks in advance for people's insights.

While this is about an orthodox/haredi environment, others will undoubtedly also have valuable insight so feel free to answer but please state your frame of reference (FOR) when you do.

#ask jumblr #jumblr #can i #frumblr

[shadowweaver06]

So, we're breaking up with our shul (and the reform movement).

Ultimately, there's a lot of reasons for it. While I find that the reform movement has a lot of good things about it (especially with regard to acceptance of queer Jews and full, egalitarian inclusion of both men and women in prayer and whatnot), reform spaces often are not especially good at encouraging observance of halacha, or at *educating* people in how to fully observe. You learn about it, sure, but the actual nuts and bolts are not really emphasized. As someone who thinks that observance is important, I'm looking for a community that encourages rather than handwaves observance. And I ultimately think we've just kinda outgrown the community we originally joined. (Don't get me wrong, I love our friends, and we're going to continue to see them, but in terms of what the religious life and observance there has to offer? Yeah, we're ready to move on. There's other reasons as well).

My wife and I are beginning to shul shop and look at the conservative shuls in the valley to see if they are a good fit. We also have an egalitarian, non-affiliated shul that we want to check out.

All of this is to say, we're growing in our observance and it's a good thing. This isn't an indictment of Reform Judaism by any means. (For a lot of people it truly meets them where they are). It's just no longer right-fitting for my family.

#judaism #reform judaism #moving on

[bisexualmoses]

I simultaneously can and cannot believe that ben Shapiro lives in boca raton. Like. Do you think he goes to boca raton synagogue ??? What Publix does he shop at? Does he go to the aroma kosher market or the grove kosher market? Have I shopped at the same kosher markets as Ben Shapiro? Do we think he actually keeps kosher DOES HE LIVE ON THE CIRCLE?? What shul does he go to do I have friends who attend the same shul as him did my family used to go to that shul twenty years ago when we lived there …

#do not reblog #I don’t live there anymore but wow circles are small you know

[silverjetsystm]

♥️

Outfit Headcanons | Accepting

♥ -   A “traditional” outfit based on their heritage (i.e. kimono, sari, other folk costumes)

This is going to be mostly Jake Lockley Posting.

For AToM&S, Jake's jacket is the show jacket with tweaks. Instead of the Mayan calendar dates for out of universe details, they would include the day they became Moon Knight and their wedding date. A later jacket would swap Khonshu for Moon Knight and Scarlet Scarab symbols and add Beam's birthdate. I think this came out of something their mom's side would do.

Despite on-panel evidence, I have decided Jake wears tallit katan, an undershirt with tzitzit (fringes tied to the corners), in all verses. He may just be tucking them all along. Which he will when he's going somewhere nice. Otherwise, he'll leave them untucked. Marc wore one through childhood. In high school, he stopped wearing either, which led to additional arguments with Elias.

ATOM&S!Jake ties his tzitzit in Sephardic style, with an special loop around each coil called a chulya (pictured below via Ben's Tallit Shop).

Ashkenazi style; what other Jakes usually wear.

When the system chooses to daven, they do have a tallit (prayer shawl) and Tefillin for morning. I think they lost or left their bar mitzvah ones when Marc joined the Corps. Or it was lost in some sort of Corps related bullshit. They did eventually get them replaced. Jake will do a stop at a shul for earliest Shachrit and then noodle home on a routine basis.

Jake may have a kippah under his flat-cap. It either matches or accents the cap. He won't wear one when he's puttering around at home.

#headcanons #asked and answered #we are mk | system #v: a tale of moon and scarab #v: welcome to the midnight mission | 616 #//ig we'll file this there

[tuungaq]

being a jewish dyke is like. you’re a bull in a china shop. you’re a torch carrier and expected to pass cultural traditions on. you are considered a squeaky wheel at work just because you don’t think conflict is abuse and you’re willing to call out injustice. you are mocked as a nag by goyim and as a cold bitch by men in your own community. you are considered new money trash by outsiders regardless of your actual wealth, and you will never be feminine enough because of that. if you’re from a liberal tradition you will be accepted as long as you perform femme-ness in an acceptable way at shul and help serve food to the men who do not help at all during holiday dinners. your own jewish mother and grandmothers have taught you that women can do anything and questioning the rules is human nature but the outside world punishes you for that. your own jewish mother and grandmothers control your body with expectations for your dress, your weight and their concerns about looking “right” to the goyim. your religious symbols are demonized by your own lesbian and queer community. your woman-ness is in question because what are you if not basing at least part of your existence on making yourself palatable to jewish men? you feel more jew than woman sometimes, more monster than jew. you are the ghost in the machine, a haunting echo, the opposite of the njg. you are never feminine and submissive enough for the goyim who expect softness and delicateness. you wear your toughness as armor and wield your candor as a weapon, but oh g-d do you wish you could be soft sometimes. you still bless g-d for making you a jew and a woman in your morning prayers, despite, despite, despite.

#rachel says a thing #look this is my own experience. idk who else relates to this but it feels like something #jumblr #my writing #rachel’s dyke tag

[unbidden-yidden]

I really have got to do something about my general fatigue. It's weird, because like physically I shouldn't be this exhausted all the time and mentally I just get home from work and feel so mentally drained almost always, no matter what happened that week.

I get home and barely have the energy to do the things I absolutely must do (e.g., grocery shopping, doctor's appointments, taking cats to the vet, etc.) and there's not much left over for anything else. Shabbat morning I tend to wake up late and too exhausted to hoof it to shul, no matter how badly I want to go, and fitting in anything but the lowest spoons socialization has been really difficult.

Time and keeping track of it are not exactly my strong suits, but I asked Spouse and he thinks this started happening about a year ago so it's unlikely that it's long covid, which was my initial thought/worry. I'd say it's an aging thing, but there are plenty of folks that I personally know older than me who aren't having this problem.

I can easily come up with circumstantial explanations for this that are individually compelling (stressful week at work, high holidays just happened, etc.) but at some point if you're just *always* run down, exhausted, and drained, and don't have the energy to do things you want or need to do, it points to an underlying problem rather than environmental.

Idk, I'm talking to my doctor and my counselor about it, but regardless of what's causing it, it's just so frustrating. There are so many things I need and want to do and love doing and I very rarely have the energy to do any of them.

#counselor seems to think I'm high-functioning which ?? #it never feels like it #I pretty much always feel inadequate #and like #if I'm high-functioning then why do I always feel like I'm fighting for my life to get everything done and often fail anyway

[septembersghost]

I literally can't listen to Unchained Melody without fucking sobbing

this won't help because it's a you-had-to-be-there kind of story, and possibly you also have to know my dad, but imma tell it anyway - one time when i was a kid, and visiting him in the summer, the righteous brothers version of that song came on the radio in his truck. and i had just seen the movie ghost for the first time (which my mom regretted because she felt i was too young for it, but it was one of her good friend's favorite movie), and it had low-key freaked me out. not patrick swayze or demi moore or whoopi of course, but the malevolent spirits that, like, tear ghosts away? (i've seen it since, but it's been a loooong time.) anyway, i associated the song with the movie, so i asked him to turn the station. or maybe i had a tape with me, i subjected him to my music however i could haha. we were going to the grocery store. we shop, we get out to the parking lot, and he's going to take the groceries out of the cart, and he acts like he's going to ask me to do something, and instead launches into this very loud, very dramatic rendition of unchained melody. in the parking lot. my dad is a boisterous, gregarious (and can be confrontational) person (and my mom is a great people person, how they got a painfully shy introvert as a daughter is anyone's guess), and he loves to sing. at a volume. he's filled in for the cantor at shul. he never quite understood my stage fright with my own singing, and tbh a big dose of that fearlessness really would've helped me. but imagine being, idk, at most ten years old, and your dad is like, "ohhhhhhhh myyyyyy LOOOOVE MY DAAARLIN' i've hungered for your TOUUUCH a long, lonely tiiiime. TIIIIIIIME GOOOOOES BY so sloooowwwly and time can do so much, are you STILL *MIIIIIIIINE*?" deranged behavior. but i was basically crylaughing. and i'm like, what on earth, why would you do it that way? and he's like, it was good enough for the king 🤷🏻‍♂️

years pass and i somewhat forget about this, and didn't know the reference (i got the elvis part, but not the specific moment), and at some point as a young teenager, for who knows what reason, i run across the performance from june 26, 1977. as previously mentioned, i was an elvis dabbler growing up as far as the hits go, but didn't know a lot of specifics. his presence was always there in a diaphonous way. so this is...somewhere on the internet in low quality (not youtube! i looked it up, it didn't exist yet? maybe it was a fansite, this would've been around the time a little less conversation was remixed and having a moment), in the middle of the afternoon at my desk in my room after school. i can still picture that room, my chair, the bookshelf. (funny how certain moments are like that - music tends to cement things in my mind more than anything else. there's this lyric from a song called "this is one of those moments" in yentl - i will always remember this chair, that window, the way the light streamed in...). there's no real reason for me to have recall of this, but i do. in the intervening years, unchained melody had remained this hilarious, somewhat embarrassing, image of my father. and this video just...almost hurts too much to look at, it's so heart-shattering. it just had me in tears. and i thought...this isn't something i can delve into right now, and i put it away, as if it went into a box on a shelf in the attic of my head. and he sort of resided there. waiting for the day when it was time to take him down and understand. suffice to say, obviously, he's not waiting up there anymore. he's in the heart chamber now.

it's such a tremendous and yet tremulous performance, it's almost like something in him so incandescent had to blaze forth, had to give that, had to prove it, had to exude the full beauty of his voice, had to be able to smile at that audience in spite of everything. it's very near...how to phrase this? transforming it into a sacred song, it's like he made it gospel. because he had to.

the conclusion here being, yes, same. it breaks me. but the little girl in my memory can still also hear my dad and the giggling, and i don't actually think elvis would mind that part. i think it might make him smile in that same way. so maybe we can hold close to a bit of both. god speed your love to me.

#sorry for random personal anecdotes lately #anonymous #letterbox #elvis presley #bubble wrap around my heart #unchained melody #* #i was a dreamer

[greenandhazy]

I hate it when you ask for advice on a specific topic and people are like "have you considered this advice on something totally different?". I'm looking for a new synagogue, and I posted in a local app for advice because--as I said in the post--for a variety of unfortunate but legitimate circumstances, I work most Saturdays, and while I'm planning on using more PTO to go to morning services in the future, it's not really feasible for me to burn through it all going shul-shopping.

And the first reply was "can you swap your schedule to work Sundays or another weekday instead of Saturdays?" Like... no! Because of the unfortunate but legitimate circumstances! If that was what I wanted to talk about, my question would have been something like "my job is currently making me work Saturdays, does anyone have advice on how to force them to change my schedule?"!

[adventuresindolls]

The dolls of Gladeville (a re-introduction post)

I'm making this post to pin because it's been a while and my dolls' intertwining stories have since shifted. This post will only cover my modern dolls.

Lexie Sarah Gilbert is 12 years old, autistic, and homeschooled by her dad this year for the first time. It's going better than school ever has. Lexie loves marine biology and mermaids and everything to do with the ocean. Her sister, Sophie Rebecca Gilbert, is 9 years old, has ADHD, and is very artistic. She attends the local elementary school. Her grades aren't amazing, but with help she keeps track of enough to learn something and pass. They moved to Gladeville at the beginning of last school year with their two dads. Their family is Jewish and they attend the local synagogue.

Olive Ivy Said is Lexie's neighbor who moved into the other half of the duplex towards the end of last school year not long after they came out as nonbinary. They live with their dad, who works in a computer repair shop; their mom, who works in a wedding boutique shop; their grandmother, a retired florist; their 16-year-old sister, Alex; and their 4-year-old sister, Rosie. They are 13 and attend 8th grade at Gladeville Middle School. They love to play soccer and plan to be on the school team this year, as well as reading/drawing comics and gardening with their grandmother while listening to her stories. Their family is Muslim and their grandmother was a Libyan immigrant. They also have epilepsy, which they try and fail to just ignore and hide from friends. Although they don't go to school with Lexie and Summer, they share a yard with the Gilberts so they do become friends.

I do need to figure out how to fix their curls, but for now I'm just gonna say it's in character for them to not brush their hair every day.

Summer Louise Williams is Lexie's best friend. She is also 12 and also homeschooled by Mr. Gilbert. She lives in an apartment with her mom, who is a veterinarian, and her brother Tyler, who is 20 and in college. She is eternally bothered that they can't have a dog, although she does have a pet turtle. She also regularly visits her dad, a Rabbi, who does have a dog. Summer loves all kinds of art and wants to be a famous artist someday. Her family is Jewish, but since her dad is the local rabbi she goes to shul with Lexie's family and her mom goes online. She has juvenile idiopathic arthritis, which is why she struggled so much in school she nearly failed last year and it was decided she would do well to be homeschooled too.

Margaret-Joy Elliana Santos, who goes by MJ, is Summer's brand new stepsister! She is 13 years old and from Las Vegas, but after she came out as trans 2 years ago her dad decided they should move for a new start. Her mom died when she was little so she's only known life with her dad, who works in a bakery. She's always been kind of a loner, so it's weird for her to be sharing a room with Summer. She's very hard of hearing (I'll get her a hearing aid at some point) and is most comfortable speaking in ASL but does speak out loud too. Because Summer is homeschooled and she has to go to school, she has two separate groups of friends. She loves to travel and write logs about it, as well as dance ballet, which she started young.

Sariah Emami is MJ's best friend at school. They're both in 8th grade. Sariah lives with her two moms (a music teacher and an astronomer) and anywhere from one to five foster kids her moms take in for however long they're needed. She deals with intense general and social anxiety, and one way she found to deal with that was to run, which she does every morning. She also enjoys musicals and fashion design, which she thinks she might like to make a career of. Her family is Muslim, which is very important to Sariah. She's not super close with Olive but they do go to the same mosque and are in several of the same classes, so they talk sometimes.

I made her hijab out of a t-shirt from the dollar store and hemmed it to make it neat, so even though it doesn't fit perfectly I'm rather proud of it.

Quinn Julius Adaire is 12 years old and in 7th grade. She has been in the foster system with her twin brother Jalen for the last 5 years. She currently lives with him and their foster mothers and their two foster sisters, including Sariah. Quinn has an unspecified form of ataxia that is not progressive but does severely affect her balance and coordination. More than anything, she loves music and she wants to learn to play guitar despite her coordination struggles. She also enjoys reading dystopian fiction. Her brother prefers baseball and cheesy old movies. They don't have too much in common, but they're really close and protective of each other. They just moved into this foster home at the beginning of the summer, so she's starting a new school away from her one best friend (see below).

Calanthe Isabel Edwin, who goes by Cala, is 9 years old and Sophie's best friend. She only moved into this foster home, her second ever, a week before school started and it wasn't easy to adjust. All 3 of her foster siblings are nice, but they're also all much older than than. Her foster moms take good care of her, but they're nothing like her real mom, who she still gets to visit and hopes she can go back to live with soon. Cala likes Pokémon, singing, and horses. She collects toy horses and wants to ride a real one someday. She's kind of quiet but nice and the first person Sophie was able to make a real friendship with. Sophie was also the first kid who seemed to get her and could have fun or be sensitive.

Joslyn Amelia Kipp, who goes by Jossy, is 12 years old and Quinn's best friend. She does not actually live in Gladeville but in a smaller town just outside it. She lived down the street from Quinn's last foster home. She lives with her dad, who is a veterinarian at the same clinic as Summer's mom, her mom, and her aunt, both of whom own and operate the small bookstore that they live above. She works in the bookstore and often runs dnd games for her school friends that she writes herself. She's dyslexic and discalculaic, so she has trouble in school, but she loves to learn from podcasts. She even runs her own about their dnd group. She wants to write and direct movies one day. Her family is a member of the local tribe (I have one in mind but it's redacted for location purposes) but they live in a town near rather than actually on the reservation.

Miko Fukiyama is 13 years old and in 8th grade at Gladeville Middle School. She isn't direct friends with my other dolls but she does see them sometimes. She is autistic and nonverbal with her service dog, Inky Cap. She loves mushrooms, space aliens, and baking with her grandmother. She lives with her grandmother, who is a kindergarten teacher, and her grandfather, who is a glass blower. She never knew her dad and her mom lives in Europe and drops in to visit every year or two. Miko does actually have friends at school, I just don't have dolls for them.

And finally, Persephone November Ellison. She is older than my other dolls, 16 and in high school, but she does live across the street from the Emamis and sometimes babysit their younger foster kids. She has lived for the last year and a half with her aunt, who is an accountant; her uncle, who works in a local corner store, and twin cousins 3 years younger than her. Her mother hasn't spoken to her since she came out as trans. She was already living with her father, but he is an archeologist working all over the world, so he eventually decided she should get the chance to go to a normal school and have stability and sent her to his sister. Her mother is white and her father and his family are Indian. Persephone loves sewing and making costumes as well as altering her clothes to be more interesting and drawing pretty designs on herself. She loves going to Ren Faires and doing weird loud things like wearing fairy wings to school. She also likes to design and draw her own characters, complete with backstories. She misses her dad, but she writes to him a lot and calls him when she can. Her aunt and uncle aren't always sure what to do with her loud out there personality, but they love her and try to support her. She's dyspraxic and a lot of the time it seems like too small a thing to bother bringing up, but it does affect her life.

#these pictures somehow took me all day lmao #American girl dolls #Our Generation #My life as dolls #my dolls #Lexie #Sophie #Olive #Summer #MJ #Sariah #Quinn #Cala #Jossy #Miko #Persephone

[rustchild]

i hate shul shopping because it’s like. do you want the congregation with ambiguous homophobia. or do you want the one with bongos. there are no other options

#jewish things #what do you do if you want rigorous jewish ritual and also freedom of queer expression #and yes i rank bongos and ambient homophobia as equal threats to my spiritual wellbeing

[saltchipfishshop]

It’s that time of year once again where I drive myself absolutely insane trying to work out what I’m bringing to the Passover seder.

I’m not vegan but I’m stubbornly determined to bring vegan food because there are so many vegans at our shul. But making vegan food on Pesach is such a nightmare because seemingly every vegan substitute under the sun contains oats, soy, chickpeas, cornstarch, fava beans, or some other sort of forbidden legume. I swear I’ve tried dozens of different options and everything either falls at the first hurdle because I can’t get KFP ingredients, or turns out gross.

I enjoy seders but if I’m honest I struggle with appreciating Pesach. The dietary restrictions feel so arbitrary and frustrating, it fills me with an irrational rage. I don’t even keep KFP, I just have to bake like one (1) thing for a seder and it still drives me up a wall! I feel completely disconnected from the why of it.

Maybe I’d feel differently if I lived in an area where kosher foods are readily available, but in my part of the UK I’m lucky if the big Sainsburys puts out a box of matzah in the ‘World Foods’ section. So many of the Passover staples that Americans use are nowhere to be seen here. I bought a minuscule bag of almond flour in a health food shop today at eye-watering expense, only to discover when I got home that it was indistinguishable from the ground almonds I already had.

I’m mad at myself for not feeling connected, I’m mad at myself because whenever I’m asked by goyim to explain Passover rules I can’t do so in a way that doesn’t make it sound ridiculous, and I guess I’m just mad at myself for being so stubborn. Once I’ve set myself a goal I find it almost impossible to back down.

I don’t really know what the point of this post is. I guess I’d like to know that I’m not alone in feeling like this, but otherwise I just felt like venting.

#pesach #Passover #pesach 2023 #Passover 2023 #pesach 5783 #פסח 5783 #פסח

[yedidnefesh]

So my fiancé and I will be moving in the end of august and our new apartment is very very close to TONS of shuls… we’ll be living in an eruv, we’ll have access to a kosher butcher and a BUNCH of kosher restaurants, as well as a handful of Jewish bookstores and Judaica shops. I’m so excited, but also nervous.

I straight up have a list of like 6 shuls I’d like us to visit to hopefully find our home in the community.

[cutepresea]

Finished the first half of the Assault Lily collab in XDU

I'm not gonna summarize the whole thing, but I'll talk about a few points

--It takes place shortly before chapter 2 of Ashita no Hikari. This was necessary because the different worlds are currently cut off from each other after Isimud disrupted the flow between them (as mentioned in this post about it)

--The basic premise is that while Miku, Chris, Shirabe, and Maria are overseas, a wormhole opens up and some Huge pass through it along with Riri, Yuyu, and Kaede, but the wormhole closes leaving them stranded there. The wormhole occasionally reopens, but there's a larger Huge that keeps appearing with it, so the goal is to defeat it and get them home

--Yes, Hibiki does remember everyone from the collab that happened in Assault Lily Last Bullet

--Kaede constantly calls Kirika "Shrimp" instead of her name because even though Kirika is 16, making her a bit older than Riri and Kaede who are both 15, she's the shortest one in this event (since Chris and Shirabe are away)

--The Lilies think Elfnein is Carol at first, who they had met in the previous collab. Elfnein goes straight to "Think of Carol and myself as something like twins" instead of telling them the whole story

--Riri and Yuyu can't find ramune in SONG's cafeteria and wonder if it doesn't exist in this world.

They settle for a melon soda float instead but don't worry girls, ramune definitely exists here. There's a bottle next to Kirika in a card in this very game

--Tsubasa likened the way Riri and Yuyu are around each other to Hibiki/Miku and Kirika/Shirabe. Hibiki denies it but her reasoning is "They're senior and junior to each other while Miku and I are childhood friends and in the same class!" Whoosh.

--After Hibiki and Tsubasa start having trouble with their new Gear forms (Kirika hasn't gotten hers yet), they somehow come to the conclusion that they need to make a Schutzengel pledge. Kaede tells them afterward that Hibiki should start calling Tsubasa "Sister" (onee-sama) while Tsubasa needs to call Hibiki by her first name

They're both extremely awkward and start forcing it, so Kaede and Kirika work together to make a script they can read for practice. Kirika claims she used some manga she always reads as reference and so they had Tsubasa and Hibiki acting out a scene that felt like it was straight from a GL manga complete with sparkles and everything (I think we just learned something about what Kirika likes to read).

"What's wrong, my...a-adorable Hibiki?" If Miku heard this, we'd have a reenactment of that one part in season 1

Tsubasa eventually gives up because the lines are too embarrassing

--Speaking of which, Kirika couldn't pronounce Schutzengel and said "Shul Shagana" instead. She's doing her best, but please help her.

--Later Hibiki and Tsubasa get better at addressing each other like that, but Kirika starts feeling left out and lonely, wanting to see Shirabe again. After Kaede overhears her lamenting the fact Shirabe isn't there, she assumes that Shirabe is someone Kirika has unrequited feelings for and that she knows how Kirika feels (a running gag in Assault Lily is that Kaede likes Riri, but Riri is always with Yuyu).

Kirika's just like "What, no, Shirabe's not with me right now because she's overseas on a mission. We live together and always tell each other our feelings! They're mutual!"

It basically breaks Kaede and she starts getting irrationally upset about it

"You tricked me, Shrimp!" "??? But I wasn't trying to trick anybody???"

--There's a new Memoria available in both the event shop and gacha but I haven't gotten around to checking the story yet. Guess they had to keep up the tradition of bath scenes in AL related stuff, but I'm just glad they remembered Hibiki has a scar on her chest this time. There are still a few other cards where it's missing

#second half should be up in a few days #senki zesshou symphogear xd unlimited #symphogear xd unlimited #senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear #assault lily #hibiki tachibana #tsubasa kazanari #kirika akatsuki #riri hitotsuyanagi #yuyu shirai #kaede johan nouvel

[sodomitecastiel]

genuinely curious, which sect of judaism do you write cas in perspective of? (this is a broad question, but I specifically have fenario in mind)

i don’t know that the combination of cas’s choices when it comes to minhag align completely with any one sect, but i would cautiously say i was writing him in more of a reform or reconstructionist pov? he would just wanna belong to a shul that has more hebrew in the worship service than the average reform service, is all. castiel fenario is gonna have to shop around a while to find the right community

#nathaniel.txt #answered #lake house fic #jewish