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splitinone · 11 days
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splitinone · 11 days
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I can probably provide some details about the "keg tapping" of Jesus Christ. I learned about this when listening to Bible radio, with a priest by the name of J Vernon Mgee. He mentions that when Jesus was stabbed in the ribs, blood and water came out and didn't mix as it fell to the floor. Apparently, in medicine, this is called a hemothorax.
Being raised by areligious jews with 0 exposure to christianity outside pop culture is so fun. One time I asked my ex-catholic friend why a picture of jesus had a bristle crown and she looked at me like I was insane. One time I heard someone mention the "lance of longinus" and responded, word for word, "Like from Evangelion?" One time during a history lesson my professor described an important monk and scholar as "Dominican" and I spent the rest of class super confused and hung up on it because I was very sure that the Dominican Republic didn't meaningfully exist as an entity back then, maybe she meant he was a native Taino or something but that's a weird way to say that and I'm pretty sure this was pre- European contact? Really fucks people up when they realize I genuinely have no idea.
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splitinone · 16 days
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Magistrate Astarion hard at work in the afternoon.
Commissioned by @mango.tea.rabbit on IG.
Visit http://tsukii.info
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splitinone · 18 days
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FUCK.
KOSA got through the senate and is coming through the house... we still need to take action. Y'all this is looking grim...
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splitinone · 27 days
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GET KOSA TRENDING.
STOP SCROLLING NOW!
AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.
WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.
I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.
Reblog this post in every LEGAL way you can under the Tumblr guidelines with the appropriate tags. TELL AND TAG EVERYONE YOU KNOW, then add the tags to see below... and more if you can think of any complying.
Visit badinternetbills.com if you want to find a way to defeat KOSA. It WILL NOT take much of your time. Reblog with any other information or sources, too-- but make sure to reblog if you can.
Reblog if you support lgbtq+ content.
Reblog if you support questioning queer youth and/or abused youth getting the information they need.
Reblog if you support Ao3 and/or other sites that wholeheartedly preserve talentedly made media.
Reblog if you're going to repost this on other sites than Tumblr and spread the word across Twitter, Tik Tok, Pinterest, or elsewhere, alongside the link to badinternetbills.com.
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Hey, everyone. So yeah, this is happening. We're still fighting this battle. And we can't give up now. We can't. We can't stand idly by while one of the most important resources that helped us all wake up, or at least start to question things, is being threatened by the government.
We can't stand idly by when kids, teens, and adults just like us still trapped inside might lose access to the resource that could help them wake up. We can't stand idly by when they might lose access to their non JW friends and family. We CAN'T stand idly by when we can do something to stop this bill from passing.
I am sick and tired of this same old song, where conservative fuckers higher up think they can oppress everyone. I am FUCKING SICK of it.
Please, reblog both this post and the original post linked above what I've written, and do what you can to stop KOSA, please. We are running out of time.
I suggest that if it is within your power to do so, that you do more than simply reblog and assume someone else will do something. DON'T assume that. Please do more than just reblogging if you are able to, because that's not really enough at this point.
Call/email representatives in the House and tell them to oppose KOSA (you may want to list different reasons depending on who you're calling, some House representatives are anti-LGBTQ+, so it may be best to tell them to oppose because it violates people's privacy, safety, and anonymity online). Print posters and put them up where legal if you can.
Sharing all this information to other social media sites (Instagram, Reddit, TikTok, the bird app) to reach more people can really help too. The wider the reach, the better.
Thank you. Now let's fucking rip that bill apart like we rip apart Watchtower magazines and eat it for fucking breakfast. (In a "we're eating it and the politicians who are sponsoring it are looking on in horror" kind of way)
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splitinone · 1 month
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yall last night i had a dream that @one-time-i-dreamt messaged me my birthday, real-life name and address out of the blue on tumblr and i felt so threatened that i just woke up
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splitinone · 1 month
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Person A: Do you have any anime reccomendations?
Pereson B: Uh, I kinda like King of the Hill. That's a good one.
Person A: That's not an anime.
Person B: "ANIME" IS SHORT FOR "ANIMATION" AND I WILL DIE ON THIS VALLEY!!
OF DEATH!!
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splitinone · 2 months
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The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course
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splitinone · 2 months
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splitinone · 2 months
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How to transfer sketches to watercolor paper
Ever created a drawing you really love, then decided that you wanted to paint it in watercolor (or transfer it to another type of paper)? Or maybe you just want to avoid smudges on your good paper? Or transfer a digital sketch onto paper?
This tutorial will help!
Start with a sketch on plain cheap copy or sketch paper (print if you need to, or photocopy your original sketch if you don't want to ruin it).
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Next, flip the paper over (so you're looking at the blank side) and put it on a lightbox. Don't have one? No worries! Hold it up to a window, or put it on your iPad screen at max brightness.
Now, take an (ideally HB non-mechanical) graphite pencil and scribble all over the lines shining through, until it looks like a messy copy of your original sketch.
(First image is of just the graphite back, second is of the corner flipped so you can see the original sketch too)
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Now, attach it to your nice paper graphite side down. Use tape on two corners (so it stays in place, but you can peel up the other corners to check it). 
Tips for easily released tape: Cut the tape to your desired length and put it on fabric, like your pants, and pull it off. Repeat a few times. The oils from your fingers plus the fibers will make it less sticky!
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Now, trace the original side of your sketch with a ball point pen! You need a very sharp tip and to be able to see where you’ve drawn, so definitely use a ball point pen for this. Use firm pressure!! (Your hand will probably be sore if you do this all at once). Make sure you’re on a hard surface, too.
Tip: start in a corner you can flip to check, and make sure it's transferring properly. If not, add more/a softer graphite to the back and/or press harder.
When you're done, you'll have a light but visible pencil guide to paint right over!
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Want other tips? Send in an ask or check out my tutorial tag!
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splitinone · 2 months
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pls reblog for larger sample size etc!! im very curious
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splitinone · 2 months
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OK HEAR ME OUT
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splitinone · 2 months
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wizard hat cowboy brim
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splitinone · 2 months
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Henry was taken aback that his temporary companion was “merchandise.” At first he thought this would involve human trafficking. At the mention of demigods, he racked his brain. ‘Demigond auction? I feel like I’ve heard that recently.’ But how recently, he couldn’t remember. “Right. Thank you, miss.” He tucked his hands in his jacket pockets then made his way over to the front counter. 
“Hey, uh, I heard you need a permit to participate in the auction? How much are they?” He wasn’t sure what to expect at the auction. 
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The waiter nodded, leaving the plate where it was for the time being as he collected the rest of the dishes. She couldn't help but chuckle at his question. "Sure if you got the permits necessary to even make it past the door. I'm surprised you don't know considering you just spent the last forty-five minutes sharing small talk with the merchandise." The woman tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I didn't expect our little event hall to be the one to hold a demigod auction but the owner wasn't going to pass up the offer seeing as the hosts are paying him good money for the space and all the participants' meals." She looked over to the front counter where a few official looking men were standing. "If you think you can afford the permits those guys right there are the ones to talk to. I'll be back in a few minutes with your box."
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splitinone · 3 months
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Brown eyes drifted to his plate of barely touched food before he slid it the edge and picked up his drink. He glanced around before realizing the man sitting across from him didn't seem to know who or more importantly what Tutankhamun was. He couldn't help but wonder what would go through this man's head when the auction started and he saw the person he'd just shared a meal and small talk with was the merchandise. He almost wondered if the other was the type to even have the necessary permits to take part in such an auction.
His thoughts were once again cut short as two men approached the table to collect the demigod, signifying the beginning of the auction which was taking place in the building next door. "Well this has been pleasant. Thanks." He spoke flatly as he stood, not arguing as the men each grabbed one of his arms and escorted him to what he could only imagine would be one of the worst experiences of his life.
Henry raised both eyebrows a bit. What a waste of a good meal, it seems. He was about to ask if the other had a hard day when he noticed the two men approach their table and grabbed the person the way they did. ‘Is that a parolee?’ He thought. He couldn’t remember if there were any parolees that required two guards. Then again, there was a lot he couldn’t keep track of. 
After the three of them left, he noticed that the other patrons began to check their phones or watches and left their seats. He overheard one of them saying, “Come on, the auction’s starting!” When the waiter finally arrived at his table, Henry spoke up. 
“Hey, uh, can I get a to-go box for this?” He gestured at Tutankahmun’s unfinished plate. “I was wondering, is there some sort of auction event going on?” 
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Tutankahmun couldn’t help but contemplate his position in life constantly. He had been a king for fuck sake and now here he was. He could look at a person at determine if their heart was heavier than his father’s feather. He could also tell by simply listening to the rhythm of their heartbeat. Gods he could conjure a scarab beetle from thin air. Yet here was where fate had landed him, in a tiny diner across the table from some mortal (at least he assumed as such). They were speaking to him but the words weren't registering to the demigod. At least not until he caught the tail end of their sentence, pulling him from his self pity for a moment.
"Forgive me. I didn't quite catch that."
Tutankhamun spoke the words softly, having spent so long in captivity he'd lost his authoritative tone. These days he even expected to be scolded or in some cases worse whenever he found himself getting caught being unable to pay attention.
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splitinone · 3 months
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“I was asking if you were going to give your plate to the waiter. He’s going around and picking up the empty dishes right now,” Henry pointed out. It was a busy diner, with the chatter at a decent level. He had originally wanted somewhere quiet to eat a meal after work and chose this place on occasion. Tonight, however, happened to be busier than usual, having to share a table with this stranger. 
At the very least, Henry didn’t mind his company at the time, despite giving him a strange feeling. The small talk was nice, at least, whatever words they managed to share with each other. He gathered his own plate and utensils and placed them by the edge of the table for the waiter to collect, keeping only the mug of lukewarm coffee he had yet to finish. 
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Tutankahmun couldn’t help but contemplate his position in life constantly. He had been a king for fuck sake and now here he was. He could look at a person at determine if their heart was heavier than his father’s feather. He could also tell by simply listening to the rhythm of their heartbeat. Gods he could conjure a scarab beetle from thin air. Yet here was where fate had landed him, in a tiny diner across the table from some mortal (at least he assumed as such). They were speaking to him but the words weren't registering to the demigod. At least not until he caught the tail end of their sentence, pulling him from his self pity for a moment.
"Forgive me. I didn't quite catch that."
Tutankhamun spoke the words softly, having spent so long in captivity he'd lost his authoritative tone. These days he even expected to be scolded or in some cases worse whenever he found himself getting caught being unable to pay attention.
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splitinone · 3 months
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Henry
Where Does Your Anger Lurk?
in your heart.
old grudges and stinging tears. the feeling of betrayed love aching, turning hollow like a decaying stump, rotting... a hole in your chest where love once resided.
tagged by: @xxgodismsxx
tagging: anyone else who wants to try, yay!!!
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