LINKDING

<blockquote>Most boys in my position—or rather, most newly-minted young men—choose to discourse upon a familiar subject, such as the origin of our sacred holidays. But as many of you know, my mother is Lady Trent, the dragon naturalist. As such, I find myself drawn instead to a passage from the Book of Priests, on the impurity of dragon-kind.</blockquote>

➤ 19th century short story with an aro-ace main character. EXTREMELY bad OCR but this is the only copy of it I can find online

<blockquote>Novice Theo was not supposed to hate. He was expected to feel some negativity, of course, but he was not supposed to. Purging that was part of his novitiate training, burning away everything but love for and devotion to the Great Tetratheon that blessed their land. He had been with the Brothers for ten years now, and he had entered freely, wanting nothing but the serenity and discipline that a life of godly service promised to bring him. He wanted to be pure of heart and spirit. He yearned for that inner peace, earned through deep contemplation, which he could then reflect outwardly to better the entire world. But oh, he hated Novice Clarence.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"If God did not exist, it would have been necessary for man to invent one." A man, a girl, a wombat, and a demon pray, or try praying, to four different gods.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He had lived in secrecy for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to see the open plain in the daylight. When the one-eyed girl had found him, he had been hiding in a ger, squeezed into a stifling gap between the inner and outer walls. The herdsmen who he was visiting had put him there because they thought the approaching rider was an Imperial spy. They shouted at her, “Go away, mountain girl, go! There are no priests here.” But when he heard her say: “I have come from Kou,” he had wriggled out of the secret space and showed himself. Only something very dire could have brought her here to find him, a hundred miles away from the mountains of her home. And because she came from Kou, he had known at once that the saint must be in danger.</blockquote>

<blockquote>But you’re saying to yourself, I didn’t come for dust storms, I didn’t come for conversation. I came to find out what happened to the Jews of the galaxy when they all gathered on Venus. Why should this shmendrick, this Milchik the TV man, have anything special to tell me about such a big event? Is he a special wise man, is he a scholar, is he a prophet among his people?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ahmed is a doctor working in a far flung outpost of humanity. His way was paid for by the leaders of his faith and his atheism is a guarded secret. His encounters with the “kite people” will cause him to doubt his whole worldview however when the aliens start dying and escalating tensions between religious extremists threatens to destroy the colony’s peace. “When Stars Are Scattered” is a moving story about alien contact, religious intolerance, and the redemptive power of the divine channeled through the spirit. Whether that spirit is human or alien.</blockquote>

<blockquote>To the Jews of Ganymede on the question of the permissibility of selling chometz to Immortals.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A zine from under the asexual umbrella about experiences with(in) modern Christianity</blockquote> ➤ a collection of personal stories from ace people about their experience of church.

<blockquote>Dear Bluma, I heard that Hershel Schmulewitz, that blockhead, has also presumed to ask for your hand in marriage, which gives you two proposals to consider. Now, you needn’t worry that this will be a sentimental or a wheedling sort of letter. You already know how I feel, and I suppose Hershel’s not so much of a blockhead that he doesn’t feel the same way. I’m simply writing to lay out the reasons, plainly and concisely, why it would certainly be more to your benefit to marry me.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When he saw the nine lights burning at the ends of their silver lamps, it reflected something inside him that he had no words for.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There are five New Years: the first for kings, the second for cattle, the third for calendars, the fourth for trees, and the fifth for golems.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A Jewish man disconnected from his upbringing re-finds meaning in traditions. "Eventually, his parents had talked Lemuel down to only two Transformers figures, and those he would carry in his pockets instead of his hands. Asher had not been there for the negotiations, but Lemuel recounted them in great detail in the car, several times over. "My pockets, not my hands, Uncle Asher," Lemuel said for about the twenty millionth time."</blockquote>

<blockquote>This is the custom of Narnia.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It is good for a man to find his basheret. How long may he search for her?</blockquote> ➤ or: the Jewish soulmate au, omg, this is amazing

<blockquote>The Holy Family flew economy, of course, Every seat taken, after the holidays,</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Burning Girls” by Veronica Schanoes is a fascinating dark fantasy novella about a Jewish girl educated by her grandmother as a healer and witch growing up in an increasingly hostile environment in Poland in the late nineteenth century. In addition to the natural danger of destruction by Cossacks, she must deal with a demon plaguing her family.</blockquote> ➤ WOW THIS WAS REALLY GOOD

<blockquote>In 2009, I started a doctoral program in American Studies at the University of Kansas, with a plan to study what, on a good day, I call “the conflicts around sexual diversity in the Mennonite church,” and what, on a bad day, I call, “Mennonites and their fchar-#ked-up sex problems.” I have also resorted to the fast and efficient descriptor “LGBTQ issues in the Mennonite church,” because the phrase “sexual diversity,” outside of LGBTQ and academic circles, often leads to a “come again?” But increasingly I feel allergic to the word “issues.” Mennonites use that word like a armored shield against people whose actual bodies they’re afraid of. The further I get into this, the more “fchar-#ked-up sex problems” seems like the way to go.</blockquote> ➤ I love Pink Menno so much

<blockquote>Rav Enjolras said in the name of Lamarque: "They will come one and all, they will come when we call." Had it only been "they will come", one might think it means that they will come when it pleases them. But "one and all" means they will all come. Is it possible that all can agree on a proper time? No, therefore, "they will come when we call." Is it possible for one man to force the participation of all? There is not a power on Earth to achieve this! But there is in Heaven. Therefore, "they will come one and all, they will come when we call" means there is a requirement for everyone to build a barricade.</blockquote>

➤ a story about a vampire and passover and the traditional invitation for all who are hungry to enter and eat. I am so glad this exists.

<blockquote>Teal'c/Sam friendship (maybe some pre-het here) fic that is... weird. It explores some religious themes that I've had on my mind concerning Teal'c for quite a while. </blockquote>

<blockquote>1828. Bahorel ends up at Mass. Jehan quotes Isaiah. There is punching. A new friendship is formed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>They always seem to meet by the water. Floki wants Athelstan to listen to the trees. Athelstan wants Floki to listen to the Gospel.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He thinks of the monks in Ireland who set off in coracles to learn where God and His currents would take them. Is he supposed to surrender himself to the will of God and let the northmen take him over the sea? Is that why he was spared?</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ragnar asks Athelstan again what souls are, and conversation spirals. (Set in episode three, between the drinking scene and the visit to the earl.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Medieval Monastery AU for sherllllock: Brother Grantaire doesn’t know if there’s any difference between longing after Brother Enjolras or longing after his sense of the sacred.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which Cougar goes home, goes on a road trip, and learns to cook.</blockquote> ➤ (or, where Cougar takes his dying grandmother to mexico and learns how to EXPRESS FEELINGS THROUGH FOOD)

<blockquote>404 Correspondence Jerome continues. Infuriating. Do not understand why he does not see my point! Translation of "gourd" vital to understanding of gospels.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Alanna goes to the Mother of Mountains convent, but chooses life as a guard at the Temple of the Great Mother Goddess over marriage and life as a lady. Six months after taking up her duties, she unexpectedly encounters an intruder on the Temple's grounds.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Don’t heal me with medicine,” he wheezes. “Stitches—fail. They fail like doubt. Tell Aelana what you want... want done, and—if you truly want it, she will give you the power to forge it....” “Are you mad?” I scream, my nostrils filled with the fetid scent of blood and bowel-shit again, and oh my Goddess my father is just like the soldiers—</blockquote>