I think this is what Lisa meant by starting an 'ask blog'.
Okay. Ask me questions then.
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My name is John, I'm a Catholic priest, and I live in Sterling, Connecticut. I like to read, I like cats, and I love the Lord, for He is good. 💙
Go with God, all ye children whom decide to visit this site.
Thank you.
‼️ OOC under the cut + rules/regulations
‼️ - indicating out of character posts
Mod here, hi. I run this blog and am the only person running this blog.
Keep in mind that I am a minor, I am 17. I am also Autistic and I have ADHD. I use he/they pronouns.
Behave yourselves. I know that you know how to.
RULES:
NO EXPLICITLY NSFW ASKS. Suggestive is allowed, in moderation. If I am uncomfortable in answering your ask I will either delete it or tell you directly.
No slurs, please. You never know who can get hurt by what.
Keep in mind I am a real person with a life, I won't always answer asks immediately.
Be a decent human being.
Don't be outwardly disrespectful towards religion of any kind. I understand the source material is very religious and if you are uncomfortable with that, you are by no means required to interact with this blog.
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John can you fucking man up and let me draw autopsy scars on you with a marker whilst eating a bagel and smoking a cigarette so I can pretend to be the coroner on the worst cop show ever????
I promise not to try to cut you open again!
First of all, do not ever speak to me with that tone or language again. Second of all, it'd be inappropriate for you to draw on me in general and ESPECIALLY for that drawing to be autopsy scars of all things. THIRD of all, you shouldn't be smoking at all. FOURTH OF ALL, you lost your chances at ever trying this stunt again when it happened the first time.
I'll no longer be having this conversation with you. And if I find any cigarettes on you at all it will mean trouble.
❝ Hello, father. How's it going there in Connecticut? I'm sorry if I haven't sent anything in the past two years. Really strange and ridiculous events happened back on my local orphanage... the friends said that perhaps fifteen could be anywhere old enough to be alone, that's why I moved in a very quiet county in Wisconsin. Strange things had also happened here but at least it wasn't them bothering us anymore. I don't know if I could visit yet there, but I would really be happy if I had the time. I've also grown... quite, but never tall! Life is quite unfair, is it, father? Alright, I don't want the letter to be too long. I wish you a good day and night—Ah-ah, I don't wanna add anymore unnecessary ramblings, but father, I've found Michael again! He's a little bit different from when we've met in school... but I'm positive he's gonna be well soon. ❞
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Hello.
It's going.. okay, for now. I'm glad to finally hear from you again. I have to admit I was wondering about you often.
Fifteen?! Fifteen is nowhere near old enough to be on your own! Who in God's name told you that?
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I am glad that things are better for you there. Please stay safe.
John — before any of the nuns tell you I just — I didn’t *mean* to hit father Marcus, he just —
He came up behind me to grab something and I just got really sweaty and my heart started racing and I felt really nauseous and — it was a knee jerk reaction I swear I did not mean to — you know how I get when people are behind me right?
...I do, but the problem is that Father Marcus has a black eye now.
rancid. flaccid. stick my dick in acid. queerbaiter. alligator. make a blog to be a hater. fuzzy socks. chicken pox. i fit my door with extra locks. soft block. hard cock. going to live under a rock.
I ain’t gonna say who — so don’t ask but.. some kids while you were in Bible study.. I asked to — they — they — I don’t wanna say they beat me up but they fucked up the shirt you got me — and, now my nose is bleedin’ and they threw rocks at my back and pushed me into the mud — look can you just.. my back really hurts, can you check the damage?
..I don’t like the kids at church much John, their mean