#osinyy

[koshercosplay]

I somehow managed to live 27 years without knowing Christian Seders were a thing. I'm pretty unsettled by this discovery, especially given that a) it's definitely appropriation, b) the modern Seder didn't exist in the time of Jesus so the last supper wasn't one, and c) let's not downplay the whole BLOOD LIBEL thing. What's your take on this?

About two-ish months ago I got into a discussion with a catholic coworker about passover and easter and she started telling me all about how her church hosts a christian seder and it took all my self-control not to explode.

If christians want to have some form of a seder where they twist the traditions into christ metaphors and whatnot, fine. But don't call it a seder because at that point, it very simply isn't one! Call it something else! It's the christians pretending that we are all one and the same and doing the same things that gets to me.

I don't care if christians want to create their own tradition, god knows they've taken on and "adapted" Jewish customs enough times throughout history, which is bad enough. But if it's going to happen anyway, I just don't like the pretending that they're having a seder when they clearly aren't.

[jcmesbuckybcrnes-arc]

@osinyy hit the heart !

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

[send-the-ants-blog]

@osinyy

“Okay Scott, you can do this. It’s just the first date you’d be going on since you and your wife divorced. Assuming she even accepts it, because she might be busy. --okay, bad pep-talk.” Scott sighed loudly to himself, staring lost at his phone in his hands. Jaw a little clinched with nerves, pacing his house wildly just looking at the thing trying to convince himself to make the call. “Man up, Scotty, you can do this. It’s just Hope.” A deep breath in and he hits the dial button and puts the phone to his ear, standing awkwardly in the hall leaned against a tiny table with a potted plant on it.

It was ringing and he hasn’t been this nervous since the time he broke out of jail with the suit.

[worldsgreatcstgrandma]

::eggplant emoji::

text: Not what I was expecting, but not disappointed.

[dresupi]

Tasersmash please!

Pairing:  Bruce/Darcy

Word Count:  252

Prompt:  [40 Day Dream - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes]

Tags:  Dream, Subconscious, Pining (kind of), 

Warnings:  None

He knew it was a dream the second he saw her face.  Her eyes were glowing blue like sapphires in the sun.  Darcy had beautiful eyes, but this just wasn’t possible.  

Her hand in his felt so real, though.  

“You gotta go back, Bruce.  He needs you…” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.  He was having a hard time paying attention because the dress she was wearing was practically sheer.  Sheer, but he still couldn’t see anything.  

Because it wasn’t that kind of dream.  

“Who needs me?” he asked.  

“Thor,” she answered.  

“How are you still in my head?” he asked, trying to ignore the thoughts invoked by Thor’s name.  “I haven’t seen you in over a year, Darcy.”  

“You know it’s not really me, right?  You’re just projecting a nice image for your anchor.  This is all you, Brucey.”  

He shook his head, looking around the sunny meadow where they were walking.  He was barefoot.  It was warm.  Nice and warm.  “I haven’t pulled myself out in a while.”  

“Right?  You’re losing you.”  

“I’m still me.  He’s me.”  

She shook her head.  “The OG’s only half.  Thor needs YOU, Bruce.”  

“I’m not ready,” he argued.  “Stay here with me a little longer, Darce.”  

“Why don’t you come back to the real world and come see the real me?” she countered.

“Because I don’t know where the real world is anymore…”  

“Thor does.  Maybe he’ll help you if you help him.  Go on…” she gave him a push.  “Go back out there.”  

[jcmesbuckybcrnes-arc]

@osinyy​ said:  Smash or pass

ABSOLUTELY SMASH.

[metalarmmantm-archive]

@osinyy said:

❛ i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now ! ❜

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Bucky bit down on his lower lip to keep a moan from escaping as he complied with her orders. He kept his eyes trained on the floor, removing the articles of clothing and placing them on the floor. Finally, he’s naked and covered in goosebumps, not from the cold but from the anticipation. He slowly moved to kneel, his hands laying on his thighs as he peeked up at her from beneath his lashes and licked his lips. 

[send-the-ants-blog]

@osinyy WHY ARE YOU BLAMING ME? YOU SHOULD BE BLAMING @scalpelandwand

IT’S HIS FAULT