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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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HELLO?? I LOVE YOUR CLARISSE FANFICS I EAT THEM UP EVERY SINGLE TIME!!! ok ok so i was wonderingggg if you could do dior goodjohn x (actor/singer) reader! their in this interview together just the two of them for percy jackson, the interview makes reader uncomfortable and then clarisse is just like protecting reader! then when they get home they get blasted with edits of them but if you don’t do fanfics of the actors that’s totally ok because i have one for clarisse! clarisse la rue x (athena) reader! the reader and clarisse where friends before clarisse got sent to camp haft blood and so like about 3 years later reader gets sent there too, reader doesn’t recognize clarisse before clarisse says this one things that makes reader remember (you can decide on what she says! would be amazing if their could be like a makeout sesh😋😋) TY IF YIU SEE THIS AND YK MAKE THE FSNFICS AHH LOVE YOUR WRITING

You know where to find me — and I know where to look

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of Athena! Reader

One of your earliest memories was when you were 13. Running around with clarisse in your private catholic boarding school, skipping class and watching as she would constantly get into fights.

You both looked after eachother, clarisses mom was enlisted in the army thus she lived with her grandma who wasn’t the nicest and you.. well your dad seemed to only care about you when he needed something solved.

Forcing clarisse to sit on the schools bathroom sink counter you started to clean a cut on the girls cheek. Not wanting to even think about how you’ll get the blood off her light blue uniform top. “It’s not even my fault!” The young girl yelled. “If Jeremiah thinks ‘slap ass Friday’ is so funny then maybe he should get his ass beat every now and then”

You just nodded following along with what the girl spoke. Moving a frizzy curl out of the girls way you noticed how she scoffed. “I should just cut this off” she grabbed the loose curls shoving them into her messy ponytail. “Don’t do that” you sighed pulling her hands away from her hair. “You Just Need some help to keep your curls nice that’s all”

Clarisses cheeks flushed, she shoved your hands away as she looked to the side. “Whatever”

“Hey!” A teacher aggressively busted into the bathroom. “Skipping class really?! Both of You principal office now!”

Clarisse grabbed your hand pushing past the teacher and down the private schools halls. You laughed as you followed the girl around the school, running down the stairs and past the nuns.

Shoving into a janitors closet and shutting it before the teacher could catch up. You panted while clarisse who Just practically ran a marathon was fine. Turning on the light you plopped down onto a pair of stacked chairs. “How are You able to do that!?”

“Do what?”

“Run like That and not even be tired” you questioned. Clarisse just shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really know I just am I a guess” she sighed sitting on a shelf.

Finally catching your breath you looked over “Hey clarisse?”

The girl set the tool she had been messing with down. “Yeah?”

“Will we always be best friends?” You quietly asked. Paying attention as clarisse had an annoyed look on her face she soon nodded. “Yeah.. cause you’ll always know where to find me”

You rolled your eyes “well I always know where to look” chuckling you reached out with your pinkie. Clarisse followed suit latching here onto yours. You knew what was between you and clarisse was far away from platonic but what did you know you were just some 13 year old kid.

The next morning clarisse was gone. Not a word not a letter nothing.. she had just left

You promised yourself you would never forget her. At first it started with not remembering how she spoke, then you forgot her face, and soon enough even her name you had completely forgotten.

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Three years later.

After being chased by a hellhound and a few other angry monsters you found yourself at camp halfblood.

The weeks sorta merged together. However once you were claimed by Athena everything seemed to change, new found siblings. People wanting to be your friends and now finally not feeling like you were alone.

Through out your weeks at camp you had heard about a girl named clarisse. The name sounded familiar but you couldn’t place it exactly. The fact the mysterious girl avoided you to didn’t help either.

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Annabeth Open the door agressivly throwing her dagger onto the bed. “What’s wrong?” You asked looking up from your book. “Nothing nothing.. I just got paired to lead a training class with clarisse”

“And what’s the problem?”

“She’s terrible What do you mean ‘what’s the problem’” your sister scoffed crossing her arms.

“I just meant that clarisse hasn’t done anything to me personally.. I don’t think I’ve even met her before” shaking your head you returned to your book.

Annabeth stayed quiet for a moment before grabbing the boom out of your hand. “Fine then, if you’ve never met her before then you should go lead the class with her.. besides it’ll be good for you”

Begrudgingly you accepted. Leaving your cabin you headed towards the arena, dagger strapped at your thigh.

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The arena was loud and well… sweaty. Joining the kids who were sparring you made your way to a girl who stood crossed arm wearing Greek armor. “Uh hi? Your clarisse right” You stepped up to her. “I’m annabeths sister she wasn’t feeling well so I’m here to help you uh lead the class”

“You have any experience in battle” she rudely spoke not looking at you. “No b—“

“Then get lost I don’t need any dead weight” she scoffed before turning her attention back to the other campers who were sparring. “Hey! Did I not just say to stop stepping out!!”

You looked at the girl with a irritated face. “I’m not dead weight I can help”

Clarisse grabbed her spear before she harshly turned towards you. Just as she was going to say something she stopped. Looking at you for a second clarisse seemed to calm down. “Y/n?” She quietly asked.

Stepping back some you looked around confused. “Uh yeah.. that’s my name” you nodded awkwardly.

She took her helmet off tossing it aside looking at you excitedly. “It’s me? Remember? no fucking way your a demigod to! I should of guessed you were always the top of our class— gods how have you been”

At this point you were weirded out. “I’m sorry but I don’t know you..” She furrowed her eyebrows slightly fustrated. “What do You mean you don’t know me? We were best friends”

You just shrugged your shoulders apologetically. Clarisse nodded taking a moment to think before grabbing your hand, forcing it into a fist with your pinky sticking out. She linked her pinky with yours and gave you a slightly annoyed look. “You know where to find me”

It took you a few seconds to register what she said. After an uncomfortable amount of silence clarisse sighed, before she could pull away however you tightly linked your pinky with hers “and I know where to look” You smiled “oh my god clarisse!” you laughed hugging the girl tightly.

Some of The campers around stopped what they were doing, shocked at the fact clarisse was being hugged by a pretty girl. Quickly returning to what they were doing after receiving a hateful glare from clarisse.

The strong girl hugged you back tightly, allowing you to pull back you continued to grin. “Look at You! Wow you’ve gotten so pretty, and strong to gods” laughing you reached out to touch the girls face before noticing her hair. “And your hair— see what did I say all you needed to do was learn to take care of it properly”

A familiar rush flooded your body. How clarisses hands were now squeezing your hips with her body close to yours- so close you could smell her pine cologne. Your cheeks turned red once you realized you were playing with the girls hair

Clearing your throat you pulled back completely taking a few steps away from her. “Sorry I just uh.. I got to excited”

Clarisse shook her head “don’t worry about it.. anyways uh if you still wanna help with all this just grab a sword from over there ok”

You smiled in response. It had been years since you felt like that, Clarisse for some reason always made you get flustered… but that didn’t mean anything.

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Over the next week you found yourself spending every free second with clarisse.

It was like a breath of fresh air. You both had changed a-lot from being 13 to 16 but the same spark was still between you both. You found it amusing how she could go from an Absolute bully to a sweet heart towards you.

What didn’t help was how attractive the girl was. Her muscular arms and face that was meant to wear greek Armor made you go weak in the knees. Being gay was something you came to terms with years ago but finding yourself falling in love with your best-friend was just cringe. Out of all the girls at camp you choose clarisse.. really

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The best part of camp in your opinion was the bondfire. Being able to sit around a cozy setting with friends and family warmed your heart in more ways than one.

After some time you were approached by a girl named Willow who you later found out was a daughter of Hermes.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like her. She was tall, strong and had a charming face, And she clearly seemed to like you to. “Don’t lie to me pretty girl you’ve seriously never had your first kiss”

Shaking your head you let out a soft laugh. “No never, actually I’ve never had a girlfriend before” Willow scoffed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear she leaned forward some. “Well.. I can offer an easy solution to both those problems— that is if you would like it” she tilted her head some.

Before you could answer however clarisse shoved Willow back from where she was making her almost fall out of her seat. “Clarisse what the fuck!”

“She’s not interested Willow, instead of preying on girls who don’t want you why don’t you go fuck around with one of your ex”

Campers looking over, embarrassed enough as it was you Grabbed clarisses arm pulling her away. Quickly finding the Athena cabin you threw the girl inside. “What was That” you almost yelled.

“What was What” she continued to play innocent, now messing around with you stuff— grabbing s mechanical pencil to mess with. “Stop Just stop! Clarisse a girl was finally showing Interest in me—-“

“Yeah a fuck girl who only wants to finger you then break your heart but god forbid I look out for you right!”

“I don’t care about that! It’s still the matter of fact someone liked me and you just—“

“Did you ever stop to think there might me other girls out there better than Willow who like you!”

At this point you were beyond frustrated. “Gods can You stop interrupting me!” You watched as clarisse awkwardly shifted her stance, now feeling bad you sighed walking over to the girl hugging her. “I know I’m new to this whole demigod life and you have no idea how thankful I am for having you here”

Clarisse squeezed you slightly. After a few moments you laughed. “What did you mean by ‘other girls here like me’ I’ve only been here for what like a month?” Clarisse didn’t respond however her actions told you otherwise. The shifting in her feet, the way her eyes avoided yours, how she held you— fuck clarisse liked you.

Once you realized it the daughter of ares knew you already figured it out. She cursed under her breath for a moment but was soon caught up in the fact you had grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss only lasted for a second even though it wasn’t that great of a kiss it got the point across. “I like you I like you a lot actually uh clarisse your super cool and sweet and I ju—“ you started to anxiously ramble until she cut you off with yet another kiss this time it being more directed and sweet.

Pulling away you smiled, keeping your lips close to the girls “you know what I love about you.. how you always let me finish my sentences” the opposing girl just rolled her eyes making you laugh once again

———

Once you returned to the campfire you were confused as to why people were making teasing remarks at you and clarisse.. until annabeth pointed out your now messed up hair, flushed cheeks, wrinkled shirt and lastly the growing hickey on your neck.

———

Y/n - you are a sociopath these look like you tried to strangle me

Clarisse - Yeah Well you weren’t complaining when I was leaving them there

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#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse my beloved #clarisse x female reader #butch clarisse #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse larue #pjo show #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #percy jackson

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bittersweetblasphemy · 1 month

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random hilarious thought involving my religious upbringing and friends

i was completely oblivious to the beef between Catholics and Protestants throughout my entire childhood. yeah it came up in my history classes but it never clicked for me that is was, yk, still a thing? or that even what happened in the past was as vehement and bloody as it was.

and it literally just dawned on me, that when my best friend's super religious parents sat me down at their kitchen table in some stupidly intense "thing" to apologize for assuming i was a bad influence on their kid and passing judgement yadda yadda...

it wasn't because i was a goth, it wasn't because i wore pentacles and not so secretly practiced witchcraft, it wasn't because my family was less dogmatic about their religion by that age (because of the entire younger generation being so put off by it we were all actively fighting that shit and it actually made the older generations back off so they didn't scare us away (still didn't work lol)), and it wasn't because i was queer.

it's because i was fucking catholic 🤣🤣🤣

i was past the age where i was still playing along but the point is that i was raised in a catholic family

fucking hell i even remember one time being invited to their church and my friend begged me to go to keep them company. and my ass (being used to the big beautiful catholic churches with their iconography and carved wooden pews and heavy incense and choirs and stunning hand painted art and stained glass windows and candles) was so fucking baffled when we went to an auditorium at a school with folding chairs where they played music out of a sound system and used a fucking projector like the sermon was a fucking powerpoint. they didn't even sing the scriptures. even as someone who was already disillusioned to the church i was bored out of my skull.

like i literally just thought they were poor or something and didn't say anything bc i didn't want to be rude.

did i mention my friend's dad was the pastor????

#we're not friends anymore #and i have no desire to be their friend unless they've changed pretty drastically in their views since the last we spoke #but i wonder if they'd get a kick out of this as much as i am right now #this whole revelation has me fucking crying laughing #tbc ive understood the conflict as an adult with a renewed fascination with religions for years now #but this particular moment in my life only just clicked and made me laugh

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thatonesapphicfilipino · 8 months

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think i mentioned this before but i am so happy that kids now hv positive queer media

like for me the first queer person i saw on tv was prob cyrus from andi mack and that was like one of (if not) the first openly queer person in a disney channel show

and back then cuz that was the only openly queer media i had i was honestly confused but yk inference skills and at this time i was prob like just younger than my sister is now

(ngl when cyrus first said “i like jonah” (like the guy at the school) i was like “doesn’t everyone??”)

then obviously when it came to my personal self discovery it was/has been very hard to find the right words for how i feel bc of the communities i’m in irl

like when it came to gender i was so confused for so long and i remember finding the term that fit me and just smiling so hard my cheeks hurt for the next hr or so (i’ve realized not that i’m not so comfy with that term but wtv)

even now i’ve had some issues with being bi cuz of my very little interest in masculinity and just recently thats to this place i’ve found (at least rn) security in my sexual and romantic orientation

now compare that to my younger sister

she has all this queer media around her and has come out to me at such a young age

like she is so good abt peoples pronouns and will point out gender queer representation when she sees it

ex. 1 watching zombies 3 cuz why not and theres a non binary character cuz yk aliens or smth and my dad walks into the living room and a character goes “…they…” and my sister goes “DADDY DID U HEAR THAT THEY” or smth

ex. 2 she got a plant as like a give away thing and she comes up to me and my friends and goes “this is @&£]*% thye use they them pronouns” and yes it’s a plant but yk the lorax spoke for the trees we’re gonna go with it

and she’ll watch shows with queer people (mostly cuz i watch shows with queer people) and join me in the shipping or wtv and just be wholly and completely fine and understand this

that goes to show that if kids hv these resources they will understand it i didn’t grow up with this up she has

⚠️tw mentions of homophobia and religion⚠️

now a bit more serious but

my sisters queer is into queer media and yk knows of queer music

and if u know toh (the owl house) u know that early on in the show a character in the show was very much associated with the song little miss perfect so i showed it to her (and obvi ordinary when it came out)

now at one of the first days of school that year she told her class at our catholic school her favorite songs were little miss perfect and ordinary

at this time she didn’t know abt homophobia and i am so glad for it but obvi very religous school with tons of parents who hv more rightist views so i tried to explain to her infront of our parents that there were tons of people who didn’t like queer people at school

it absolutely sucked telling my sister that she had to hide who she is bc some people suck

⚠️tw stuff done with⚠️

this is all to say that for the next generation, can we pls make so that they don’t hv to hide who they r for their own safety can we pls make things like being queer more out there so people don’t hv to look everywhere for a place that fits them

for the next generation can we pls make the difference

#lgbt representation #representation matters #queer representation #queer community #for the next generation #mental health is important #biromantic #bi #bisexual #gender queer #anti homophobia #anti transphobia #justice for queer kids #queer kids #andi mack>>#you don’t suck*

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jwowwsboobs · 1 year

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9, 13, 22:))

HI HI HI :))) i got very chtty w these SORRYYYYY so its under the cut 🫂🍻 sending u lots n lots of love !!

9. 3 things you like doing on a rainy day

definitely reading, ive got this big ol book of alexander pushkins prose (supposedly the complete collection but i dont always buy tht) n a bunch of other stuff i hvnt started on 💔💔 sometimes ill reread hillbilly elegy by jd vance or the collection of ftwillz stuff it just depends on my mood; writing also ofc, im always working on stuff whether it’s poetry, prose or a song just depends on my mood but its still writing 2 me LOL; n watching either tv (probably xfiles, sometimes trailer park boys or girls next door) or a bunch of movies tht hve been rotting on my tubi watchlist LOLLLLL

13. 3 classes you used to hate in middle school

HATED english, my teacher sucked so unbelievably bad N she was a disney grandma. she retired when i was in 7th n moved 2 florida outside of disney or smthing. hated science cuz the teacher was awful, couldn’t teach at all kept like. giving easily checked false information. n hated hated hated religion (went 2 a priv catholic. the priests were cool (favorite memory is when the class clown asked abt black metal n the priest was like. do not EVER listen 2 christian black metal is SUCKS. listen 2 real true black metal. tht priest was super cool he played guitar n did fencing n collected swords n was trying 2 get the bishop 2 let him grow a super duper long beard. he also went paint balling as chaperone w a bunch of kids from the parish. i got 2 go (was the only girl💔💔) but it was really fun!) but it was. catholic religion class. in 8th grade we were supposed 2 do sex ed yk? like state mandated n whtnot. ours was a vid abt how women were created 2 b submissive 2 men in all ways, how marriage protects the sanctity of sex n its only btwn a man n woman whtnot. it was super cute🩷(sarcasm)

22. 3 movies/books/tv shows that made you cry

so idk if this is well known abt me but i am a MAJOR crybaby ill cry over anything (it my cancer moon LOL) like i went 2 the senior nite soccer (trve football) game n this guy who im guess his dad died scored a goal n his family had a little yk framed headshot of him n when he scored he ran over 2 side n grabbed n tht made me cry 4 a good five minutes. crying rn writing tht out !! but anyway. xfiles made me cry (scully wanting kids n not being able 2 hv them got me 😭😭😭😭n also just mulder like in general. he looks like a kicked dog sometimes) miami vice made me cry (sorry 4 falling 4 the copaganda but their CLOTHES. n the CARS……..), secrets of playboy made me cry but like. in anger. also in sadness n sympathy. but the root was anger. i hvnt watched a lot of movies recently the last one tht made me cry was kill bill vol 2 but beyond tht idr like i said i cry over anything LOL. most of the books i read r nonfiction n but the last one tht i read was give me some truth by eric gansworth 4 english class n i cried from frustration reading tht 😭😭 but beyond tht, like w movies, i dont remember 💔💔

#romeo #asks #hope schools not killing u !!

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bullsandthebones · 2 years

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I find it hilarious that people get absolutely flabbergasted when I don't know something about the human body that I should definitely know.

For example, this one was indeed the funniest, I had no idea where the clit was. Keep in mind, I'm afab.

I also didn't know what discharge was, especially since I don't really have it, stuff like that yk? My friends go absolutely batshit when I get confused about this stuff

I could definitely try and explain why I don't know this stuff, but they don't listen very well. However, I will tell you :3

I grew up in a very conservative christian household. I wasn't told shit, except for stuff about bdsm from my mom (we won't get into that rn). Fast forward a shit load of my life, and now I'm going to a wanna-be Catholic School. 5th-8th grade. I got my first period in 5th grade, I was confused and freaking out and no one explained anything to me. not even my mom.

We weren't allowed to learn much about puberty and stuff in that school, just that periods exist and the whole "boys will be boys" thing which was basically excusing the fact that the guys were creeps.

So, cue me, an afab kid who's definitely been having gender dysphoria since he was 8 because that's when he started 'developing' and now he's got a period and no one is explaining anything. I knew absolutely nothing about that stuff until my sophomore year of high school, and even then the teacher didn't go into really any detail. We kinda skipped over it tbh.

Anyways, that's my sad life story, you didn't need to know any of this but it's really early in the morning and my brain needs to get rid of some of the thoughts in it.

#bones is sad uwu #tw periods #transgender #trans #trans man #catholic schools suck #conservative families suck #i hate school #let's ignore that thing about my mom

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iloveyouemanuelmarco · 1 month

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I'm bored and stuck at home due to the weather so here's atleast a few weird and dumb stuff I thought or experienced as a kid that in randomly thinking about now I guess:

1. I remember it was sometime in grade school and I remember it was either near or was Black History Month so out teacher wanted us to write something based on Martin Luther King Jr. and I sorta remember the concept was something along the lines of how modern day life would be different negatively if MLK didn't make the change that he did in society when it came to combating segregation and anti-blackness. Nothing bad happened but I remember something silly which is when at the end of my essay or paragraph(I don't remember how long it was supposed to be I was too young and barely remember anything more recent in a clear state anymore anyways so *shrug*)but I remember thinking that my mom was a black woman because little me didn't know yet that there were more than white and black people or that biracial people could exist(my mom is a latina person and I don't think a white latina either unless she's just naturally more tan and has more non-eurocentric features I guess? Btw I am very clearly a white latine person if you were to meet me irl atleast sooo). I don't think anyone caught up on that in hindsight but I just thought it was interesting.

2. For a lot of my academic career aka school days, I would go to a very catholic and patriotic family-oriented school for all grades except high-school since my mom mostly ran the household at the time I suppose and wanted me to follower her faith since she grew up with it. Not saying that's bad or whatever obviously, but I remember chatting as a girl to another girl at the lunch table one day and I don't exactly remember how the convo got there, but she brought up the idea that if your parents live eachother very much and are good people who believe in God or something that they'd get a baby and not yk...having sex or something since we were little kids. I then brought up the new information to my dad later that day when he came home after helping me with homework, feeling like such a smarty-pants I guess you could say before he sat me down and told me that it was technically more than that(My dad's a Christian btw, so he wasn't saying that it was wrong to love God). He then sorta attempted to gently explain the "Birds and the Bees" to me since maybe he felt like it was important for me to learn before I ended up freaking out and feeling nasty. Idk it was sorta blurry but it's still funny to remember sometimes heh.

3. Since my mom is not from the USA originally and instead was from a Spanish speaking Latin-American country(not gonna be explaining the specifics due to safety and privacy atleast just incase), she obviously had different customs and cultural traditions along with other practices she wanted to share with me since she got here from knowing those from North America. Nowadays the idea is good and my mom was atleast right in attempting to get to know new stuff from a non-white point of view, but I remember the music being played in the background and people chatting amongst eachother being really loud atleast in the ears of little girl me and it made me sorta annoyed at her side of the family(Not in a racist way obvi, but more like in a "Omg my family is so embarrassing can you guys stop being so crazy??"type of phase that I believe some kids go through).Eventually, now that I've grown older I've grown more appreciative of those types of experiences as it's very important for children to try new things and for those who may have varying heritage to try out non-american stuff related to them.

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poptartmochi · 3 years

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got to thinking about how my nephew is going into the fourth grade next school year + how that was so bizarre bc I Remember being in fourth grade, which led to me thinking about where all of my friends from there are now and 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ladies play me out to only in sleep by ēriks ešenvalds... i must go decompose 🥺😔

#i went to 😬 catholic school 😬 for 4th grade but those friends are super precious to me bc they were the first ones i had after coming back #to america + basically losing all my friends... ough girlies my heart ACHES 😭#i found one of my best friends from there on facebook + she blew my fucking socks off bc like... she dyed her hair! she has glasses!!?#something v melacholically painful about the fact I will never know anything about her bro 😭😭 all i have is that year we played together #as kids 😭 does your heart ever ache for the lives you could have lived bc 🥺🥺 mine does bro!#yk know that i think about i think this is Why. beyond the beautiful composition. only in sleep is one of my favorite songs... it taps into #Thee Pain of reminiscing and missing your childhood friends... do they too dream of me i wonder!!!! and for them. too. am i a child!!!! 😭😭#i wonder if any of them have looked me up 🤔 i wonder if they found me and what Oh Yeah that's sarah 😵 or if the fact that i no longer #lived in north carolina made me much harder to find.... waaaaaaaaah 😭😭😭😭#sriracha.txt

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samael-i-am · 2 years

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catholic iconography hunter and belos; finally got around to adding my analysis here :))

i lost my apple pen a few days ago and just found it last night which means i’ve been thinking about drawing this For Days. i have so many thoughts all the thoughts. everything here is drawn for a specific reason.

the way clothes are drawn in iconography is really interesting - folds in clothes are almost entirely geometric, it represents heavenly order. they also have a specific meaning. black, outside of the application as traditional monastery dress, represents, yk. evil. death. etc. i kept belos’ clothes pretty similar to what we see in canon but the Vibes fit. the brown is like, dust to dust or something? i think? don’t quote me on that but that also felt fitting given his whole mud transformation thing.

in iconography gold is pretty much reserved entirely for christ - i kept belos’ gold accents to kind of represent how he’s usurping the titan’s will, and there’s definitely some kind of jesus metaphor going on with hunter and the whole day of unity sacrifice thing so he gets a gold shawl. i consider belos’s white to just be part of the ‘fit, but hunter is in a white smock partly because white is pretty uniformly used to represent swaddling clothes, and is also used to depict purity. he’s baby!

belos and hunter’s faces are pretty stylized…which, i mean, i’ve always had a rather cartoony style, but you see a lot of flat, almost uncanny faces like theirs in iconography for a reason. again, represents divinity, being closer to god…etc etc. belos’ is flatter than hunter’s because i imagine him as more disconnected from his humanity (witchanity? would it be witchanity for hunter?? we need words for this).

hand gestures are specific too…i thought about those a lot. belos’ hand gesture is meant to display that he’s about to speak. i thought about having him make a gesture that more closely correlates to ‘speaker,’ since he claims to be the titan’s prophet, but i felt like straying a bit away from that could show how the titan doesn’t actually favor him.

hunter’s hand gesture is one that you see made a lot by saints known for spending time in prayer - i believe it represents the success of prayer? here, i’m using it to show how much he’s forced to dedicate his life to the titan and belos’s cause. it’s like..the purpose of his existence, poor kid. having him use his left hand instead of his right, as is traditional, to sort of symbolize how he’s ‘different’ - the no-magic thing is not even a metaphor for disability, it’s pretty much explicitly a disability, and there’s no way this kid isn’t neurodivergent. further tying this in with the fact that historically, left handed people were kind of treated awfully.

aaaand last but not least the halos. belos just has the simple halo you see in most iconography because fuck him, and also he technically represents the virgin mary in this scene? i based it off of marian iconography so. yk. the perfectly circular nature of the halos represents sanctity, etc, etc, and it also just helps draw attention to their face. hunter gets the special jesus halo because again. vibes. metaphors.

(also hunter looks like an actual *child* here instead of the weird homonculus looking thing you see in iconography of young jesus because a) baby hunter and b) that looks so fucking weird. like in theory i understand why it was done but oh my god. why. why. i’ll shut up now but i could talk about this at length)

anyways uhhh tldr; dana terrace went to catholic school, something something religious trauma, something something biblical imagery in the emperor’s coven

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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THIS SONG GIVES ME THE BEST VIBES, LOFI VERSION IS GOOD TOO!! Yeah, i was a junior once too, basically I HATED being a junior. Like, seniors can be ugh yk!! I still remember that one time, something bad happened, and my batch during junior year was to be blamed when a different batch did it. The facilitators that took care of us flipped and one of them threw a chair or two. I just blinked a few time like, "Uhh, we are not paying for those chairs yk?" I was a pretty chill junior but since I have a RBF, ppl tend to think I'm stuck up or something lmao. Braces! I wore them for 3 years bc idek why. I had to eat porridge for 2 months bc my teeth were well, ykwim. Taking care of juniors are- ok. Some of them are obedient and the others are just rebellious. I glared at one of them for fun and he had to submit a paper to me. I swear, he was shaking. I do look scary if I'm not in the mood or sumthing. But, the kid shaking? My bad kid, sorry. Oh oh! We were playing truth or dare and I picked truth for my friend. So, I asked her, "What is the thing you regret the most?" and she answered, "Simping for anime dudes," I mean, I kinda relate bc Erwin (aot) was one of simps and he died so Im just- well sad LMAO

That's one of my favorite songs! "Chill, worms"

I went to a very small catholic high school that no longer exists, like it was legitimately torn down last summer it's gone. I knew everyone almost intimately because word travels fast when your student body doesn't even hit 300. So, when our freshmen fucked up, they fucked up. Other than that, I really liked high school. But your whole account reads just like what I'd expect from high schoolers lmfao. luckily, as a junior in a university, we don't have that issue anymore.

My teeth have been relatively fine up until this wire change. I've wanted braces for a really long time, so I consider it all a blessing. My dad didn't want me to get braces for a while because he thought I was "just fine" but I was indeed, not fine.

I see tons of those "sing if you have a crush" on tiktok and they're all anime guys and it's like,,,, no. How did that get on my FYP??? Get out. I went through my anime phase, never again. Never got into AOT though. Demon Slayer when i remember to watch it.

#just chatting #caffeine regular

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princessnijireiki · 5 years

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I just saw ur tags on the victor Victoria post and they CENSORED ONCE UPON A MATTRESS??? Of all things like.....why. What on earth would you sensor?? Just like the birds and the bees song I can’t remember the name of?

they censored ALL references to extramarital sex (which was kind of the point, that no one CAN get married until the prince does…), and added dialogue for that one lady-in-waiting who was pregnant for her & her beau to have gotten “secretly married” by like a priest from a tiny church outside the castle walls + added dialogue for the dad implying how much the baby was planned / how this was specifically so he’d become a father, just so there’s no hanky panky & we all understood sex was ONLY for procreation and ONLY within the sacred bonds of marriage

this was a public middle school, too, it was just a teeny werny hyper-catholic town in rural pennsylvania & definitely a garbage production even by middle school standards (the lead snuck her script on-stage in her sleeve, for a few songs they literally just played tracks off the obc recording cd, roles were cast on appearance and / or whose parents had money or video recording equipment vs performance / even being in chorus to begin with, so NONE of the people with dialogue could project & we had no mics to compensate, everyone had to provide their own costumes, etc etc).

I mean, I wanna say “why not the sound of music instead then,” because yk, it’s very catholic-approved, though even accounting for how messy of a production my high school theater program* did— the lonely goatherd scene was actively dangerous, because it involved teenagers dancing hard on a platform other teenagers had made without enough wood because of budget concerns, as one example— the middle school literally did not have the range to put on that play. like we didn’t have the range for once upon a mattress. we had no children who could confidently hit loud extended notes to begin with, so it’s beyond me how they settled on a MUSICAL theatre program at all.

* (I had moved by the time I started high school, so, very segregated ex-sundown-town small city that was super lutheran to the point that two girls in chorus fought because one girl was catholic & said catholicism was the more complicated religion— the lutheran girl cried so everyone in class comforted her lol— and rather than “that’s so gay” or “that’s r*tarded,” the thing the kids in the school used to say was “that’s so jewish,” and they’d get genuinely confused when my sisters & I were like “what the fuck is your problem,” and all just decided us having a problem with that meant we must secretly be jews, but, like, as a bad thing. so… not the most enlightened k-12 theatrical production experiences lmao.)

#realife mermaid #realifemermaid

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delightfulranchdeputypanda-blog · 5 years

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Extra #2: My thoughts on Rules for Men/ Religion ( WARNING: This is a compilation of like two unedited entries from my person “diary” so please ignore the emojis and typos)

Okay so revisited the notes about suicide and this philosopher named Durkheim from like whatever many years ago in Paris who studied patterns in suicide. So he discovered ☝🏼 rates in suicide. 👇🏼rates in suicide Single. Married Men. Women Wealthy. Poor Protestants. Catholics So if you analyze this you realize single rich men that don’t really have religious guidance or anything to set a moral compass for them are more likely to commit suicide. And obviously there are always exceptions but it makes a lot of sense. 1) So then our professor (literally love him! May Allah fill his heart with Iman ameen) had us think about American society and we as a class came to the conclusion (I didn’t really participate much so I cannot take credit for most of these ideas) that American men only rely on their wives and girlfriends for emotional support like they have beer buddies and hunting buddies and blah blah blah but their only emotional support system is their significant other. Whereas, women are more like to call up their girls and mom or close mother figure or even guy friends every now and then and spill all the teas. Okay so that one I didn’t relate much to religion but while they were discussing it I was thinking about the dynamic between friends and how desi people, well men in particular are ride or die for their “brothers” you know like yeah you have the groups that are guarded and don’t talk about feelings but as far as I know most of the desi men in my life have shared emotions with their friends as much as women, if not more. Also, they are not afraid to cry. I’ve seen all my uncles cry and even my dad. I have seen my grandpa cry. I have seen random babas on the street cry too. Based off of my experience men in Pakistan or even here (before they get influenced) show a lot of emotion and that is how it should be! 2) Then we talked about wealthy neighborhoods and how there’s usually one family in a large house and parents usually work a lot and only see their kids for short periods of time. Whereas, in poorer families, a lot more people live together which means you’re more likely to interact with more people throughout your day. Okay, then we talked about how neighborhood atmosphere right so in rich neighborhoods your walls and fences are taller and more gates and less interaction with people around you. However, in poorer neighborhoods, fences tend to be shorter fewer gates and neighbors converse with one another and on weekends especially like holidays and stuff people have bbq and block parties and share and connect with each other. Then I thought well what about golfing buddies and country club events and things. But then I realized the nature of those events is different (I used to volunteer to serve at events held for charity and got a chance to observe the difference in class systems). The way people carry themselves and the way they speak is very like like .. hm like not authentic it’s like robotic almost like even the jokes and laughs sound rehearsed. Then I thought about back home and what I had learned about my religion about how Islam promotes neighborly-ness. And how we are reminded to share and be inclusive. [side note: this got me thinking about race and how it doesn’t exist inshallah I’ll write about that another day and why I think it was created but as far my limited knowledge about my religion goes I’ve never heard color mentioned the lectures I’ve been to only talked about people of other religions and believers v. Nonbelievers but nothing about race]. 3) then we talked about religious guidance that catholicism forbids suicide and Protestants had various beliefs and each group was different and different branches and stuff so no one was on the same place. Then our professor said okay let's say you don't like people and you don't talk to neighbors or friends but you like working on you and you come to church because you’re obligated to do so then what? is that enough? People said no because yk you’re not getting the proper interaction you need to exist. And I started drifting and thinking about how even with prayer it’s better to do it as a group like unison amplifies prayer. But I disagree with the class a little I think both are necessary a balance between individualism and the responsibilities that come with that like working on being a better you, knowing yourself, your goals, strengths, weaknesses, etc. And at the same time working in a group and helping others grow and reach their goals and stuff. And it makes sense for me to think that way because when I was little I had one teacher tell me to not think of myself and to do for others before I do for myself and then another told me to do for myself before everyone else. [mini story time: So I came home confused (I was like 7 and opposing views were hard to understand) and I asked an Imam that used to live in our house if I was really really hungry and had only one small piece of Roti and I saw a baba with no food what should I do and he asked me what I thought so I remember saying that I would like to say that I would just give him the whole piece because he needed it more but I don’t really know what I would do and if I was a baba too and we were two babas that were both hungry with no other food for who knows how long then I think I wouldn’t want to give him the whole piece and then I think I would just break it in half and he didn’t say anything back to me he patted me on the head and then left for namaz lol ] so idk what to make of that but I think that moment in time signifies how important balance is to me. And inshallah I plan on educating myself more so I can know the answers to my questions but the more I explore my thoughts and the more I think about positive actions, I end up back at the same influence, my religion. I’ve always just done stuff because someone else wanted me to but I never prayed when I didn’t feel like it [which sucks I know but is the truth because I felt like it was worse lying about reading namaz(I felt like I wasn’t really reading if I was daydreaming in some parts and speeding through others) than not reading it at all] but the more I explore my thoughts and my goals for myself I make these little connections and they remind me of a very particular dua that I remember making as kind of a kid [mini story time: it was dark and raining and I was sitting in the veranda looking at the rain (I was like still 7 almost 8) and I remember thinking I should say Subhanallah right now because obviously Allah created this but I didn’t. then at the age of whatever age I was when I went to Pulliam after my grandpa died it rained again and I asked Allah to help me love everything as much as I love the rain] and I don’t remember the intentions of my words or what I meant by that but the more I take the time to think the more I remember and the more I try to grow I realize that dua has been answered. I love life, I grew to love people and school, and now I’m growing to love my religion. And I want to hold to this for as long as I possibly can I keep writing because I’m trying to bottle this love and appreciation because I’m scared it’ll go away or something. But yeah The point of all this is that humans need integration to be able to exist and I’m grateful to be created by a god that gave me a guideline to overcome challenges and every task that I’m asked to perform in the end only befits me and creates the happiness that we all seem to be chasing.

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