#requiem mass

[thepastisalreadywritten]

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[newyorkthegoldenage]

Arturo Toscanini's casket stands before the main altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, January 19, 1957, during a pontifical requiem mass for the conductor, who died at his Riverdale, N.Y., home on Jan. 16. Members of the Toscanini family occupied the first pew at the upper right as Francis Cardinal Spellman, Roman Catholic Archbishop of New York, presided over the service from the sanctuary inside the rail at left. Toscanini, who died two months before his 90th birthday, was buried in the family chapel in his native Milan.

Photo: Associated Press

[wild-giggle]

Requiem Mass- Disappointing Indulgences

A shorter excerpt from the original universe- couldn't figure out the proper way to do a disappointing jerk-off in the shower, so I settled for two version of a very similar experience, one set in a world where showers exist and the other in the canon universe.

Damien wasn't really sure which was worse- that they wanted to help the Southerner boy, or that they wanted to kiss him. Either way, they needed to excise the feeling, and fast. They hadn't really felt like this before, but they knew about it in theory, had been given a (very brusque) education on the topic.

Jerking off was supposed to be a release- they supposed a release of feelings might not be far off.

That was how they found themselves under warm water, one hand braced against the shower wall, one hand wrapped around their cock like a lifeline. They closed their eyes, pictured his pretty blonde lashes blinking up at them feigning innocence. Pictured the first real smile he'd given them. Pictured warm hands warily taking that first bowl of soup from them.

They moaned into the thick muscle of their shoulder as that familiar feeling began to grow underneath their hand. Their thumb rubbed at the head and they felt it jolt properly to life, gasping a little at the sensation. It had been awhile- probably too long. The rubbing almost hurt, the water not saving them from the friction, but they couldn't stop. This wasn't about pleasure, they told themselves fiercely, ignoring how the pain fed into it anyway.

Their hand was relentless, so the feeling of it was too, a trembling ache that rose in height like an itch they could never properly scratch. The discomfort built with it, sensitivity rising. They came with a jolt and a disappointing recession; they felt their hips jerk once, twice, saw the emissions dribble out to circle the drain. The building itch went away, without the wave of satisfaction- just disappearing. Something settled in their chest, then, underneath their ribs, a fresh guilt to add their pile of regrets in life.

Their head sank against the cool tile where they'd braced their hand, their body going slack as the last of their cum disappeared. The want was still there, raw and aching, now only further aided by an itching need. Damien stayed there, staring at where it had fallen, until long after the water ran cold.

[mjalford98]

Solemn Requiem Mass at the SSPX Chapel of St Michael the Archangel in Burghclere, Hampshire, England for Bishop Bernard Tissier de Mallarais on Saturday 19 October 2024. 🙏

I think a lot of newer generations of Traditional Catholics can easily fail to appreciate just how crucial a role Bishop Tissier played in establishing the traditionalist movement within the Catholic Church - dare I say that without Father & later Bishop Tissier, we would not have had the historical giant that was Archbishop Lefebvre. I did know some of the well-known stories, such as his involvement as one of the first nine seminarians who went to Abp Lefebvre during the initial upheavals in the 1960s, and of course his later consecration as a bishop, but there were also many stories of his ongoing support to the Archbishop both in the early days of the Society, and later in the lead-up to the consecrations of which I was personally unaware until after his recent untimely passing.

Thanks be to God for such a wonderful man!

[purgatorialsociety]

But when these things begin to come to pass, look up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is at hand.

- Lk. 21:28

[trashcanalienist]

Korn's Requiem Mass, Falling Away From Me (acoustic)

[sick-puppyy]

Imagine going through the death of a loved one in 1791 and then Mozart comes out with Requiem

[smokeyloki]

Not every composer had to go so hard when composing their respective versions of Dies Irae, but they did, and people like myself are eternally grateful for it