In Which Work is Disturbing, but Ioan Gruffudd is Beautiful
OMG, you guys. If you haven't seen "The Secret of Moonacre", you need to go to the family section of Blockbuster right now and get it. It's seriously a gorgeous film, but there's something... really sexy about it, for a kid's movie. Robin keeps throwing Maria around, calling her "witch." It's every Uther/Morgana fic I've ever wanted to read. And of course, Robin is a mean badass kid with eyeliner and a heart of gold, so I'm all about him. But then Ioan Gruffudd is being all stern and Welsh, making eyes at Natascha McElhone, who is gorgeous, and it's just lovely and awesome. Tim Curry is munching the scenery with serious abandon. And there's also an element of nature magick about it that I'm super in love with. Seriously, you lot should check it out.
But that's the good thing of the day. The rest of the day was an experiment in confuse and fear.
While being in Summerfield, I'm volunteering at a place called "Tabitha's Closet", which is a thrift store that sells clothes to fund shelters for homeless women. Pretty badass, right? And for the most part, it is. But there's a catch: The managers, the women in the shelters, the customers, pretty much everyone associated with this place is the Bible-thumpiest of Bible thumbing Christians. And I rolled up all fresh faced and Pagan, ready to get some work done, and all they wanted to do was turn my head and heart.
Now, it's well known that I am pretty much Pagan girl for life. It's also known that I have nothing but warm feelings towards Christianity. My dearest friend in all the world is a Christian, has been as long as I've known her. At its heart, it's a fantastic religion, and Jesus in particular has some pretty neat things to say.
But then there are the people I worked with today. Here's a few soundbites for your entertainment:
*The woman who came in, saw my pentacle ring, and asked me about it. I cheerfully gave her a run-down of my belief system as I swept the floor: the God and Goddess, three-fold law, and using ritual as a form of prayer. She looked me dead in the eye and intoned with deadly seriousness: "Some time focusing on Jesus could cure you of those notions." My face: 0.0 She just walked away after that.
*The manager, who told me the story of her son, who went to New York to be with his girlfriend. "I don't want to give up hope on him, though he makes it so hard. But I'm a prayer warrior, and I won't give up until he leaves that awful city."
*The first girl who worked with me asking if I "understood" Christmas. Uhm, yes?
*ALL DAY LONG WITH THE JESUS MUSIC!!! And not even the fun kind I can use to write slash fics with! I ALMOST made it through all eight hours without hearing "I Can Only Imagine" BUT NO. The last ten minutes of my shift, THERE IT WAS.
Of course, I've already agreed to go back eight hours on Thursday and Friday and six hours on Saturday. Hopefully, I'll remember to charge my iPod and be left alone to steam clothes in the basement all day. I would be ok with that, for real. Give me a big pile of clothes, the steamer and some privacy, and it'll be done, and I won't be stressed.
On a completely unrelated note, it is pretty sad how bad I want this: (The Wand of Hermione Granger) for me and this (The Wand of Severus Snape) for Jack. But I really really do. XD
PS: I would like to give a special shout-out to brilliant_snark for RPing with me and keeping me sane today. ILY 4EVER!!
But that's the good thing of the day. The rest of the day was an experiment in confuse and fear.
While being in Summerfield, I'm volunteering at a place called "Tabitha's Closet", which is a thrift store that sells clothes to fund shelters for homeless women. Pretty badass, right? And for the most part, it is. But there's a catch: The managers, the women in the shelters, the customers, pretty much everyone associated with this place is the Bible-thumpiest of Bible thumbing Christians. And I rolled up all fresh faced and Pagan, ready to get some work done, and all they wanted to do was turn my head and heart.
Now, it's well known that I am pretty much Pagan girl for life. It's also known that I have nothing but warm feelings towards Christianity. My dearest friend in all the world is a Christian, has been as long as I've known her. At its heart, it's a fantastic religion, and Jesus in particular has some pretty neat things to say.
But then there are the people I worked with today. Here's a few soundbites for your entertainment:
*The woman who came in, saw my pentacle ring, and asked me about it. I cheerfully gave her a run-down of my belief system as I swept the floor: the God and Goddess, three-fold law, and using ritual as a form of prayer. She looked me dead in the eye and intoned with deadly seriousness: "Some time focusing on Jesus could cure you of those notions." My face: 0.0 She just walked away after that.
*The manager, who told me the story of her son, who went to New York to be with his girlfriend. "I don't want to give up hope on him, though he makes it so hard. But I'm a prayer warrior, and I won't give up until he leaves that awful city."
*The first girl who worked with me asking if I "understood" Christmas. Uhm, yes?
*ALL DAY LONG WITH THE JESUS MUSIC!!! And not even the fun kind I can use to write slash fics with! I ALMOST made it through all eight hours without hearing "I Can Only Imagine" BUT NO. The last ten minutes of my shift, THERE IT WAS.
Of course, I've already agreed to go back eight hours on Thursday and Friday and six hours on Saturday. Hopefully, I'll remember to charge my iPod and be left alone to steam clothes in the basement all day. I would be ok with that, for real. Give me a big pile of clothes, the steamer and some privacy, and it'll be done, and I won't be stressed.
On a completely unrelated note, it is pretty sad how bad I want this: (The Wand of Hermione Granger) for me and this (The Wand of Severus Snape) for Jack. But I really really do. XD
PS: I would like to give a special shout-out to brilliant_snark for RPing with me and keeping me sane today. ILY 4EVER!!